I Won't Give Up on You (15 page)

I do a few pliés, roll my ankles, and point my toes. I don’t feel strong enough to let go of the bed, but my body is listening to me. It’s protesting slightly, but every little bit makes me stronger. I need this to feel whole again.

I’m so in tune with stretches I don’t notice Caston had walked into the room until I turn around.

“Caston,” I say breathless, slightly embarrassed to have him find me like this.

He’s immediately in front of me, grabbing my face in his hands. His lips engulf mine. Before I can deepen the kiss he backs away and rests his forehead on mine.

“Bre, when I approached the door and saw you standing here in your pointe shoes, my heart just stopped. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ve been waiting for…” He stops mid-sentence and kisses me again. A tear escapes my eye.

“I don’t think I will ever be back where I was. I want to be back there, Cass, oh God do I want to be back there.”

He wraps me in his arms and kisses my neck. “I want to show you something.”

I back out of his embrace and nod. Caston grabs my hand and kisses it lightly as a smile crosses his face. The first I’ve seen in a few days. He leads me down the hall to the last door on the left. I wonder what’s so special about this room. I’ve seen it before. It’s just a spare bedroom.

“Close your eyes.”

I giggle and shake my head. “You’re crazy, Caston, I’ve already been in this room. What’s so special about a spare room?”

He playfully scowls. “Will you just close your eyes, women?”

Laughing, I lean up and place a light kiss on his lips. “Okay, baby, don’t get your boxers in a bunch.”

I lean back and cover my eyes with my hand. Hearing the door open, I really want to peek. Caston takes my other hand and leads me into the room. It feels like I’ve been standing there forever.

He moves behind me and slides his arms around my waist, his chin rests on my shoulder.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

He places a kiss right below my ear. “Yes, open them,” he whispers.

My hand drops and so does my jaw. The breath leaves my body, and my knees feel like they are about to give out on me. I’m standing in my very own dance studio. The furniture has been removed and mirrors are on one wall. There are bars opposite the mirrors and in the corner a state of the art sound system.

I’m speechless. I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you like it?” Caston sounds worried and unsure. “I was waiting until I knew it was right to show you. When I walked in today and saw you standing there, I knew it was time.”

“When, how?” Is all I could manage.

“The floor was already hardwood, so all I had to do was clear the room and add a few finishing touches. I talked to Professor Lee and got what she suggested. Do you like it, baby?”

I turn in his arms. “Caston, I love it, but I don’t think I’ll ever get to use it.”

He tips my head back to look up at him. “Bre, I won’t give up on you. Just seeing you standing there in my shirt and your dance shoes made me realize you won’t let anything hold you back. No doctors, no leg muscles. You
will
dance again.”

Tears roll down my face. “How do you have so much faith?”

“Because you won’t let anything stand in your way.”

I bury my head in his chest and take a deep breath. He’s right. He usually is. I feel so empowered just standing here in my shoes. I needed this.

“I’ve been watching you, Bre. You’ve been getting so strong. You hardly have a limp anymore, and it’s only been a few months. It’s unreal how far you’ve come from the day I told you what the doctors said. It still kills me I had to tell you that. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop it.” I step out of his arms, making him look at me. I hate when he blames himself. “It was not your fault, Caston.” He looks away. “Look at me, damn it.”

His eyes meet mine. I back away a little more. “This,” I pull up his shirt to show my scar, “is not your fault. Beverly is a sick, twisted bitch, but she can’t get to us anymore. I want you to stop blaming yourself. I’m embracing it. I need you to as well.”

He takes a deep breath. “God, you have no idea how sexy you are right now, Sabrina.”

“Don’t change the subject, Caston.”

His sexy lopsided smile creeps onto his face, and I melt. Damn it, he knows my weakness.

“I’m not, Sabrina. I’m embracing it.” He reaches down and grabs his hard cock straining in his pants.

I shake my head and let a laugh escape. “You’re bad.” Turning to walk toward the sound system, Caston is immediately behind me, pulling me back to him.

“Am I, Ms. Bennett?” He turns me toward the mirror, and I catch his eyes. The bright blues are hooded. Brushing my hair to the side, he places a few kisses and a nip on my neck, making every nerve endings come alive.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he commands.

His white shirt hangs to my knees. I’m dwarfed in it, but he’s right; I don’t think I’ve ever looked sexier, but I think it could be the constant flush on my face when I’m around Caston.

His arms reach around and slowly he starts to unbutton the shirt, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Once it’s open, he slowly pulls it down my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. His hands slide up my arms. Reaching my shoulders, he rubs small circles before sliding his hands down the front of me, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Oh, Caston.” My head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Bre, I said to look at yourself in the mirror.” My eyes catch his again. “Do you know how sexy you look standing here?”

I shake my head, and he places a few kisses on my shoulder.

“Let me tell you.” His voice is smooth and sultry. It sends a shiver down my spine.

I look at him as his eyes rake up and down my body. Just as I’m about to move to cover myself, his hands move down and rest on my hips, creating a tingling trail where his hands have been.

He places a kiss behind my ear. “Where should I start, love?”

I take a deep breath and a moan rumbles through my body.

“Your eyes are soulful. The most sparkling hazel gems I’ve ever seen. If I could find a stone that depicts what I see when I look into your eyes, I would make millions. Anyone that meets you can see how genuine and beautiful you are on the inside and out just by gazing into your eyes.”

His right hand traces a line along my jaw as he continues. “Your lips. Your lips are perfect. Not too thin, not too plump, a perfect heart. Your lips are soft and inviting. I especially love to see them wrapped around my cock. They were made for me.” I feel him become even harder behind me.

Exasperated, I smile and say, “Caston.”

He continues without skipping a beat. “I love to see your smile first thing in the morning, it lights up my day, and it’s the thing I love to see right before my eyes close for the night. You complete my day. I love to watch when you meet someone for the first time and they see your smile. You brighten a room, and people flock to you just from your smile.”

Both of his hands move and gather my hair into a ponytail before wrapping it around his hand. “Your hair is natural. I love that you haven’t altered it like so many women do nowadays. It’s silky and the perfect length.” He tugs it down, making me adjust my head up and over to the side, giving him better access to my neck. “I can make you turn and do this.” His mouth connects with my hot skin. I moan and close my eyes. I can feel the suction and the slight nips of his teeth on my skin. I’m going to have a mark, but right now my insides are clenching, and I don’t give a shit.

My breathing increases as I wonder where he’s going to go next. I’m speechless, listening to him worship my body.

His hands slide from my shoulders down to my hands. He intertwines our fingers and pulls my arms up and out into a T. As he lets go of my hands, he lightly strokes my skin back and forth, making it pebble with goose bumps. “Your arms are perfect—not too muscular, not too skinny. Perfect. I especially love them wrapped around me when you hug me. Your hands fit perfectly in mine. I love the way they feel when I’m holding them, so petite and delicate.”

His hands engulf mine, and I love it. It makes me feel safe. Just as I’m thinking about it he brings my hands up to his lips and lightly brushes a kiss on the back of each hand.

“Caston—”

“Shhh, no talking. I’m telling you how beautiful and sexy you are.” His smile is so devilish I blush.

Seeing the blush creep across her body puts my body on high alert. She’s so damn sexy and she has no idea. I’m so hard, I’m in pain. I want nothing more than to lift her up and fuck her up against the wall right now, but I need to finish worshiping her body.

“Are you wet, baby?”

Her eyes are glazed over and a small hum comes from her lips. That little noise makes me want her even more.

“Shall I continue?”

Her eyes catch mine again in the mirror, and she nods slowly.

I lower her hands to her sides and run my hands back up her body and move them to the front of her. I cup her breasts, letting the weight of her mounds rest in my palms. “Your breasts are perfect. Just the right size to fill my hands. Just enough to give you gorgeous cleavage, but not too much that you can’t go braless. Fuck, I love these so much.” I let out a small grunt when I move my hands to tweak her nipples. “Damn, Bre, you are so responsive to my touch. Your nipples are so inviting.”

I remove my hands from her breast, and I hear a whimper from the loss of my touch. I smirk knowing how much she loves it.

One hand lightly brushes the skin on her stomach. Watching her follow my hand along her skin makes me lick my lips. I want my mouth on her skin, I need to taste her. Moving in front of her, I kneel and place my hands on her hips. My left thumb falls over her Tinkerbelle tattoo, the one and only mark on her skin before the accident. “I love this.” I place a kiss on it. So innocent.

“Caston,” she groans, “God this is torture. I need you.”

“I’m not done.” I smirk up at her. Seeing her squirm is driving me over edge.

Kissing her tattoo again, I begin to move my lips along an invisible line to her other hip. I can feel her skin ripple under my lips. Letting my hands grace the length of her legs, I lean my head back to look at her.

“Your legs are sexy.” I see her teeth clench and know she’s about to argue with me.

“Don’t,” I warn.

She swallows hard and looks away. Her eyes are misty.

“I’m fucking serious, Sabrina. Your legs are beautiful. Long and sleek. When you would dance, you’d have the whole place watching you. Unbelievably strong, even your injured leg. I love kissing your legs, but I love having them wrapped around my waist even more. God, Bre.” I kiss each leg multiple times.

“Last, but not least, this.” I softly place a kiss on her pussy. Silky smooth, just the way I love it. “This, my dear, is the sexiest pussy I have ever seen.” I lick her, letting my tongue dip in to taste her juices. I grip her hips and dive in to taste her again. She begins to shudder and her moans grew louder. Her hands grip my hair, pulling it harder than she ever has before.

“Caston, what are you doing to me?”

I just hum against her sensitive flesh, which makes her lose control. I feel a rush of liquid coat my tongue. Her knees start to give out from her orgasm. Helping her sink to the floor safely, I pull her into my lap, cradling her while she comes down from her high. She nuzzles her head into my neck. I let my hand rub up and down her leg, letting her calm.

I feel tears fall onto my chest. “Hey, hey, no tears. Why are you crying?”

My hand happens to stop on her scar, immediately I feel her stiffen in my arms. Tilting her head up to look at me, I place a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Don’t do that, Bre. I want to see the fire in your eyes that I just saw in the bedroom when you didn’t know I was watching. I want to see the same light I saw when I was telling you how beautiful you are.”

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands and sniffles, which makes me laugh. Cradling my face between her hands, she looks deep into my eyes and nods. The feeling that causes a smile to split my face in half is wonderful. She finally gets it.

Her eyes are seductive, and she kisses me while moving to straddle my lap. I let my hands trace the outline of her body. Knowing she still has her dance shoes on while she’s naked makes me harder than ever. She feels it and grinds her sweet pussy into my lap, making me moan into her mouth.

I pull back a little. I don’t want to stop, but this isn’t the right place. She looks at me confused.

“I want nothing more than to take you right here, but it wouldn’t be right. I need you to do something for me.”

Her eyes widen, and she tentatively asks, “What’s that?”

“I need you to dance for me.”

She scrambles to get off of my lap. My heart breaks to see the look of defeat in her eye.

“Caston, I can’t. You know I’m not strong enough.”

She turns to grab the shirt she was wearing and proceeds to put it back on. Standing about five feet from me, she looks down at me with a mist in her eyes again. I crawl over to her, so she has to look down at me. The brown waves fall over her shoulders, framing her face. I sit at her feet, letting my hands stroke her calves.