enough.
Gage left the
stage and all that remained on his mind wasn’t the multitude of fans and the
screaming crowd he left behind, but the woman he’d claimed just hours ago. That
one time together had proven only one thing – Kate wouldn’t be so easy to
get out of his system.
She was so different
from any woman he’d dated before or since. He could never forget that first
night he had caught sight of her, dancing in the crowd in a small club where
he’d been performing with his band. She’d stood out with her curvy, buxom frame
and clear, sparkling eyes. It had been obvious to him that she was feeling the
songs, not just listening to them and while she far more timid than most of the
women he had dated, there was something about her that stood out to him almost
immediately, and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that they were meant
to meet. He couldn’t wait for the set to end so he could seek her out, and then
when he had, they instantly connected, as if they had known each other for years.
Kate had a wicked sense of humor, not afraid to speak her mind and Gage found
it a refreshing change from the women who simply followed him around as if they
were nothing more than brainless groupies. From that day on they were
inseparable.
His friends
and band mates never really understood what he had seen in Kate or how she was
able to have such a hold on the wild child who up until then hadn’t been able
to settle down with anyone for long.
“She’s quite… curvy ,” one had said, nudging him with his elbow as if he were in on
some inside joke. But Gage didn’t find any of it funny and while he knew that
she would be considered a ‘plus size’ girl by fashion standards, in his eyes
she was simply perfect. Every last sultry curve and the fullness of her breasts
and hips gave her an allure that few other women had. And she still had every
curve in all of the places that he remembered. There was no doubt about it - Kate
Preston was and remained a beautiful, confident and intelligent woman and even
though Gage was a world-famous rocker, this woman had the power to make him
question everything about his life.
He’d told her
earlier that he knew he was far from her type – that he knew she wouldn’t
want to be with a restless man like him. What, with females throwing themselves
at him left and right? The party-animal façade that he was forced to portray
and the endless media buzz that followed him everywhere he went, invading his
privacy and making it impossible to have anything that was only his? It would
be no wonder if she preferred a man more ‘grounded’ who could offer her the
good, simple life. Someone who would wake up right next to her every single morning,
and who would return to her every night to wrap her in his arms and offer
comfort and assurance. She’d be far better off with a serious, settled-down
type with a job that brought him home every night than a man caught up in a
whirlwind of madness, shuttled from one city to the next, a line of blurry
light, where he couldn’t even be sure where he was from day to day.
Anyone
else would be perfect for her. Anyone but him, Gage thought as he exited
the stage, immediately surrounded by his handlers and followed by his band
members and the ever-present groupies. It didn’t really matter to him if Kate
still thought he was no good for her, despite the fame and fortune. What
mattered was how he felt when he touched her, the way his heart exploded when
he was inside of her, and most importantly, the way she made him come alive
inside as if the world were suddenly brighter, suddenly clearer.
They had made
love expecting nothing more from one another than complete surrender, and no
one else mattered when they were together. And dammit, now that he’d gotten her
back in his life he was going to get his fill of the beautifully curvy Kate
Preston. No matter how long it took – or how many times he had to take
her…he’d do it again and again
Gage left the
stage and all that remained on his mind wasn’t the multitude of fans and the
screaming crowd he left behind, but the woman he’d claimed just hours ago. That
one time together had proven only one thing – Kate wouldn’t be so easy to
get out of his system.
She was so different
from any woman he’d dated before or since. He could never forget that first
night he had caught sight of her, dancing in the crowd in a small club where
he’d been performing with his band. She’d stood out with her curvy, buxom frame
and clear, sparkling eyes. It had been obvious to him that she was feeling the
songs, not just listening to them and while she far more timid than most of the
women he had dated, there was something about her that stood out to him almost
immediately, and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that they were meant
to meet. He couldn’t wait for the set to end so he could seek her out, and then
when he had, they instantly connected, as if they had known each other for years.
Kate had a wicked sense of humor, not afraid to speak her mind and Gage found
it a refreshing change from the women who simply followed him around as if they
were nothing more than brainless groupies. From that day on they were
inseparable.
His friends
and band mates never really understood what he had seen in Kate or how she was
able to have such a hold on the wild child who up until then hadn’t been able
to settle down with anyone for long.
“She’s quite… curvy ,” one had said, nudging him with his elbow as if he were in on
some inside joke. But Gage didn’t find any of it funny and while he knew that
she would be considered a ‘plus size’ girl by fashion standards, in his eyes
she was simply perfect. Every last sultry curve and the fullness of her breasts
and hips gave her an allure that few other women had. And she still had every
curve in all of the places that he remembered. There was no doubt about it - Kate
Preston was and remained a beautiful, confident and intelligent woman and even
though Gage was a world-famous rocker, this woman had the power to make him
question everything about his life.
He’d told her
earlier that he knew he was far from her type – that he knew she wouldn’t
want to be with a restless man like him. What, with females throwing themselves
at him left and right? The party-animal façade that he was forced to portray
and the endless media buzz that followed him everywhere he went, invading his
privacy and making it impossible to have anything that was only his? It would
be no wonder if she preferred a man more ‘grounded’ who could offer her the
good, simple life. Someone who would wake up right next to her every single morning,
and who would return to her every night to wrap her in his arms and offer
comfort and assurance. She’d be far better off with a serious, settled-down
type with a job that brought him home every night than a man caught up in a
whirlwind of madness, shuttled from one city to the next, a line of blurry
light, where he couldn’t even be sure where he was from day to day.
Anyone
else would be perfect for her. Anyone but him, Gage thought as he exited
the stage, immediately surrounded by his handlers and followed by his band
members and the ever-present groupies. It didn’t really matter to him if Kate
still thought he was no good for her, despite the fame and fortune. What
mattered was how he felt when he touched her, the way his heart exploded when
he was inside of her, and most importantly, the way she made him come alive
inside as if the world were suddenly brighter, suddenly clearer.
They had made
love expecting nothing more from one another than complete surrender, and no
one else mattered when they were together. And dammit, now that he’d gotten her
back in his life he was going to get his fill of the beautifully curvy Kate
Preston. No matter how long it took – or how many times he had to take
her…he’d do it again and again
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