Eternal (8 page)
Authors: London Saint James
“Please,” I said.
Cayden looked at me intently. He raked his
penetrating gaze over my body. “I have every intention of making love to you,
but I need to get you warm first.” His fingertips traced down my cheek, over
the surface of my lips, down my throat then over my right shoulder. The warm
water that was still on his hands trickled over the surface of my skin in every
place he touched me. I trembled with his touch. Softly, he rubbed the mascara
smudges from my cheeks.
“Cayden…,” I whispered.
“You are so utterly beautiful.” His lips skimmed
over my shoulder, and his fingers made their way to the front of my bra. “I
can't believe how beautiful you are.” With dexterous skill, he unhooked the
golden clasp, sending my bra sliding down the surface of my skin until it hit
the tiled floor at my feet.
“Cayden, I need you,” I murmured against his
chest.
“Baby,” he whispered against my neck. “You have
me. You know I’m yours.”
Throwing myself into him, I wrapped my arms
around his neck; my mouth frantically searched for his lips. We kissed with an
aching in my soul. I wanted every part of Cayden to touch me. Needed to feel
the exquisite sensation of his warm skin upon mine. Desperation surged through
me. My hands slid down his shirt. Gripped it. Ripped the buttons free and
exposed his flesh. The buttons bounced and tapped across the tiled floor. One
pinged
off the glass of the shower door. My anxious fingers explored the length of his
stomach until I came to his jeans. I unbuttoned them, allowing my right hand to
drift lower. Cayden was fevered and firm inside my hand.
Cayden picked me up again, his lips eager
against mine, his mouth moving with my mouth as his breath, warm in my mouth,
found its place. Cayden’s tongue tangled deeply with mine. He never let loose
of my body, shedding his jeans by stepping on the bottom edge of his right pant
leg, yanking his legs free.
“Cayden,” I moaned. I stroked his manhood. “I
need you so much.”
“God,” he groaned.
Cayden fondled my waist, outlining the top of my
panties with his fingers. He brushed so lightly over the canvas of my skin that
it sent shivers over my entire body. His hand rested for a moment on my hip
before tucking fingers into the top of my waistband. Cayden grabbed the
material firmly.
“Do it,” I said, placing my mouth to his.
Cayden complied with my wish. He pulled my pink
lace underwear free from my body in one tug. The sound of material ripping
filled the room, freeing me from any further restraint.
“Winter,” he said, hungry. He put me down,
backed me three steps against the wall, and looked at me as if he was ravenous.
Desire burned me as I touched his bare chest. I
longed to taste him, so my lips followed the flow of my hands, lingering at one
of his hard nipples. Cayden raised my chin with his nose, kissed my throat,
jaw, and moved toward my mouth until he firmly kissed me. I traced the rippled
surface of his back with my hands. When his mouth left mine, Cayden slithered
down my body, painting me with his tongue.
“Nothing tastes as good as you, baby. All I have
thought about today is this,” he said, pressing his tongue in-between my folds.
Cayden lifted my leg and placed my right foot on
the side of the tub. He parted me with his tongue. Licked my clitoris until I
moaned in pleasure. I came with a bang, gratification bursting through me like
bubbles, effervescent, popping through my body. I glanced down at him. He
smiled, kissed each shaking thigh, each hip, my bellybutton then slid back up
my body. He picked me up and carried me inside the shower where the water hit
our intertwined bodies.
The heat overtook our bodies. The steam and the
water wound down us, between us, rained over our heads and cascaded down our
faces. Within the torrent, Cayden’s mouth made its way to mine again. We
kissed, devouring each other while the water drizzled hot over us. Cayden’s
tongue wound its way over my flesh, following the stream of water that twisted
down my neck before his lips kissed the hollow of my throat.
“Please…I need you,” I moaned. Every part of me
ached for him. I pressed his hand between my thighs. He rubbed my pert clit
with a wet slide of his fingers. My hand slid over his erect wet cock.
“Winter,” he whispered into my throat in a low
thick voice all the while he touched my aching sex.
“Finger me, Cayden.” He did with expert
precision, long, deep strokes. I pumped his cock in my fist.
I shook. My sex quivered around his fingers.
Cayden moved me.
“Not yet,” he said.
I felt the tiles of the shower wall against my
back, and experienced him hard-pressed in-between my legs. The steely hardness
of him rubbed me intimately. I closed my eyes, hitched my hip, and his hand
grasp me behind the knee. He lifted my right leg past his hip. I held onto his
strong shoulders. Cayden gave me what I longed for. I came as he entered me. He
pumped past the contractions of my climax, hitting my g-spot as my pussy
clinched around him. Cayden not only entered me but he entered my mind, heart,
and soul, whispering against the soft wet skin of my neck. Spiraling into
pleasure, I liquefied, listening to his voice melt into every sensation
happening to me.
When the water turned cold, we exited the
shower, satisfied, dripping wet, not to mention a bit breathless. I wiped my
hand over the large framed mirror on the wall that hung over the pedestal sink.
Within the swipe, I saw our reflections. Like a tribute to perfection, Cayden
stood behind me, smiling at me in the mirror. His mirrored eyes met mine. I
watched his hands run up each side of my body, trace over the curves, slide up and
cup both breasts within his hands. We were framed like artwork. Caught within
the reflection of the glass.
“Look how stunning you are,” Cayden murmured
into my ear.
I moved my hand to reach up over my head to his
jaw, his lips. “Cayden, you take my breath. I love you so much it hurts,” I
admitted.
Cayden kissed my hand, my inner wrist. “I know
exactly what you mean.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Winter. I
will love you forever.”
Forever.
The word
bathed me in sadness. Forever did not exist.
Chapter Five
As was customary, doing anything became a
production. One large entourage, two limousines, one SUV, one strategic meeting
including a review of Cayden’s schedule and witness to fifteen phone calls
later, I boarded the private jet with Chandler, Cayden, Zander, Melissa,
Langdon and Jayden. I yawned wildly. It was early, too early. I only had a
couple hours of sleep. It was going to be at least a four-hour flight, so
maybe I could rest during the flight?
“What the hell are you doing to her, Cayden?
Winter never looks this exhausted until you show up.”
breaking through the silence. I blushed. Cayden punched his brother in the arm.
“Ouch!”
amused with himself.
Langdon and Jayden took their seats toward the
front of the jet while Zander and Melissa sat behind
“Baby, is that your cell phone?” Cayden asked.
“Yeah.” I was already pulling it from my bag and
looking at the number. “It’s my publisher.” I flipped open my phone, “Hi, Gail,
what’s up?” I watched Cayden and
asked, and as soon as I said that, Cayden stopped what he was doing to focus on
me.
“What?” Cayden asked.
I put my hand over the phone, “Hang on, babe.” I
went back to listening to Gail. “No, do not give him my number. There is no
reason for him to have it.”
Cayden and
“What?” I screeched. “You have got to me kidding
me, Gail.” Cayden grabbed my hand in what I guessed was an attempt to calm me.
“All right, thanks for calling me.”
“What?” Cayden asked again.
“I know, Gail. It’s not your fault. I’ll handle
things from here,” I said.
“What?” Cayden mouthed. I held one finger up, a
gesture to wait.
“All right, I will Gail. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“What is going on?” Cayden asked me, his
features concerned.
“For some reason Logan Devereaux has been
calling my publisher, trying to gain my phone number.”
“What the fuck!” he growled, turning to glower
at
“Yeah, strange I know but the kicker is Miranda
has been out on maternity leave so they hired a temp, and the temp gave him my
cell phone number after he said he was my boyfriend’s attorney and had lost all
his personal contacts when his computer crashed,” I confessed.
“Handle this,
belief.
looked back to me.
“I’m going to change my cell phone number, so
don’t worry about it, but I can’t imagine why
back toward me. I had the feeling something was going on. “What? What do you
two know that I don’t?”
“Nothing but the fact he obviously wants to
tangle with me,”
“
you really know
lunch,” I inquired.
“Our father’s firm hired his firm to do some
legal work, acquisitions. Cayden has never met him,”
“Oh….”
“Trust me.” Cayden held my hand as if he was
going to lose me. “
“Cayden, I will handle this,”
I tucked my purse away and leaned over to place
my head on Cayden’s shoulder.
I felt warm lips pressed to my cheek then
Cayden’s voice, which was just a whisper, saying, “Wake up, beautiful. We have
landed my sleeping beauty.”
“At least you finally got some rest,”
me when I opened my eyes. Cayden shot him a fiery glare. “What?” He shrugged,
glancing back toward Cayden with mock innocence.
“The press is here,” Zander announced from
somewhere behind our seats.
“Well, it looks like I will be exiting with
Winter,”
mine. “Cayden, you need to chill in here. You exit last with Langdon. Winter
will be fine. I have her.”
I turned to see Cayden. His expression was
pained, but he nodded in agreement. I extended out my hand, taking a hold of
intertwined our fingers together and smiled. “Just pretend I’m Cayden.”
“Wait!” Cayden pulled me into his arms and
pressed me tightly against him. He whispered in my ear, “I love you.” Then he
kissed me until my head spun. “Okay.” Cayden gave me back to his brother. I
felt weak in the knees. I wavered slightly. Cayden reached out. He wrapped his
arm around me to steady me. “Baby, you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling almost lightheaded.
any younger here. Not to mention you will give my brother a God complex if he
thinks his kisses make you faint.”
I took one last look over my shoulder. I studied
Cayden’s face and mouthed, “I love you, Cayden.” He smiled and touched his hand
to his heart. I walked out of the plane to meet the press head on, hand-in-hand
with Chandler Cain and Jayden leading the way.
The cameras popped up from every direction, some
with flashing bulbs and others clicking wildly. People tried to swarm in around
us as we made our way through the terminal at LAX. Finally, the airport
security interceded so we were able to leave. Cayden was somewhere behind us. I
heard the commotion as he made his way through the airport.
I glanced up. “
