You Belong With Me (20 page)

"I love you. I love you so much. It's always been you, Case. Only you. You belong with me. You and I." Their tongues mingled ferociously and his hands made their way into her soft curls. He waited so long to feel her. To kiss her, to touch her. She kissed him back with an eagerness that came from the depths of her soul.

"I love you too, Carter. I'm so sorry I didn't see it. I was blind. So blind." He stopped kissing her and put her feet back on the ground.

He looked at her and she searched his eyes for the reason he stopped kissing her. He looked to the ground and she raised his chin back up with her finger. His eyes were full of tears and all he could do was sniff back a breath. She used her thumbs to wipe them away.

"Don't cry, baby," she told him.

"I need you to say it again. I need to hear it again to believe it." He stifled back a sob as he spoke.

"Yes. I do Carter! I do! I think I always have but I couldn't see it clearly and I'm sorry for that." She gave him a tearful smile.

He grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed his lips into hers again. They kissed as though they would die if they stopped. The need for each other was unlike anything either one of them felt before. It was desperation, wanton need to be with each other. Their bodies collided and she gripped onto his like he was rope and if she let go she would fall down a hundred stories. He made his way to the back of her dress and found the zipper. She ripped open his crisp white shirt. Buttons from it flew around the room and she began clawing at his flesh. His chest rose and fell with each touch. He unzipped her dress and it fell onto the floor like a blue waterfall. She pulled off his jacket and ran her arms down his shirt. She reached inside it, pulled it up over his strong, broad shoulders and let it descend off his body. Casey looked up at his face adoringly and stroked it. Feeling his soft stubble, running her thumb across his swollen lips. She looked into his eyes and got lost in the pools of blue. He gripped her waist and let her drink him in.

"Take me to bed, Carter," she said softly. He crashed his lips onto hers again.

In one smooth swipe of her legs, he lifted her and carried her up the steps, never breaking the contact of their mouths. She hung onto Carter's neck and breathed in his masculine scent. She circled the skin below his earlobe with her tongue and he sighed. When they reached Casey's bedroom door, he kicked it open with force, and it crashed into the wall. He gently laid her down on the bed and hovered over her tiny body. He ran his finger over her cheek as he breathed rapidly.

"I love you with all that I am, and all I will ever be. Do you understand me?" She nodded and grabbed his neck and pulled him to her once again. Casey made her way to the buckle on his pants. He rubbed his hardness against her parted thighs. She reached down into his boxer briefs and felt the smooth silky feeling of his hard cock. Carter moaned and buried his head in her chest. He rolled it back and forth on her lace covered breasts. He slipped out of his pants carefully so Casey could continue to work his aching erection. He made his way to the cups of her strapless lace that covered her and slid it down with ease. She panted and arched her back when his mouth covered her soft already peaked nipple.

"Oh God Carter. Don't stop." She withdrew her hand from inside his briefs and held his head in her hands as he ravaged her breasts. Carter went from one to the other licking and sucking. He worshiped her body with his mouth. He kissed her flesh and licked it with his hot tongue. He slipped his hands into her tiny white lace panties and braced himself for the feeling of her soft, wet flesh.

His fingers hovered over her entrance and he brushed his thumb lightly over the edges. He looked up at her for reassurance that it was ok to proceed. No words were spoken. A yes was given to him with just her eyes. When his fingers found what he was searching for, he lowered his head to rest on her stomach, as a long sigh escaped his mouth.

"Sweet Jesus, Case you are so wet and hot. In my mind I waited a thousand lifetimes for this baby."

She just nodded and anticipated his fingers entering her. When he did so she let out a moan that stilled Carter's heart. She threw her head back as he worked her insides with his skillful fingers. He applied subtle pressure to her clit with his thumb and she popped her head up to watch what he was doing. He concentrated on bringing her pleasure rather than for himself. Even though the pleasure he was receiving was making
her
feel good.

He looked up at her and he knew she was close to coming. He withdrew them, then plunged them back into her all the while stroking her clit. Her jaw was agape and and her eyes burned with desire for him to finish her off.

"You want to come Casey? I'll bring you there if you want baby?" He looked into her eyes and licked his lips.

"Yes, Carter. Make me come. I need you to."

"As you wish." He replied and smiled at her.

He began coaxing his fingers inside her faster and faster and he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers. Her impending orgasm was closely approaching and if he continued his craft the way he was, she was going to come apart quickly. She moved her hips into his hand in a fast paced rhythm as she came around his fingers.

"Oh God, Carter! Sweet Jesus. I can't stop. Don't take them out. I'm going again!" She kept climaxing and he did what she asked. Carter kept working her over and he didn't withdraw his fingers until he knew she was completely done.

She fell back onto the mattress and panted. He made his way up her body to see if she was ok. He searched her face as she tried to catch her breath. He grabbed her chin so she faced him.

"You ok, my sweetface?" He asked.

"I'm more than fine. Now all I need is for you to fuck me Carter." She licked her lips and said it with such need.

"Oh no, my love. I'm not going to fuck you.
You
are not to be fucked. You are to be made love to, slow and hard. You are going to feel every bit of love I have for you. I'll make you scream my name but it won't be from me fucking you. You deserve more than that. You deserve to be loved, by me and only me. Got it?"

She was speechless but he saw she agreed with her eyes. He pulled off his briefs and climbed onto her body. His face was right above hers. They looked at each other and he took the head of his cock and stopped it at her entrance. He paused and she waited with bated breath. He hung his head and she felt a warm tear land on her chest. She took her hand and raised his face with it. He kept his eyes closed and he wouldn't open them.

"What is it Car? Tell me. I'm on birth control if that's what you are worried about. " He shivered.

" No. It's not that. It's...am I dreaming? Are you real? Is... Is this real? I feel you but I'm afraid if I open my eyes you'll disappear. Like you aren't here."

She took one of her hands and found his hardness near her opening. She slid her body down over his length and in unison they both moaned.

"Do you feel that, Carter?" She whispered. He nodded yes.

"I'm here. I'm real. This is real. Just like it was always supposed to be. Open your eyes and make love to me." His eyes flew open and he rocked his hips in and out of her. He felt her wet heat around himself as he pumped away inside her. She met him stroke by stroke. Urging her hips into him further. She needed to feel him deeper and the need overpowered her senses. She was close again. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard and deep. Searching her mouth with his tongue and moaning into it. She reciprocated and flicked her tongue on his. Melting in his mouth and squeezing the tight, firm muscles in his back. She ran her hands up and down and clawed at his flesh. Her orgasm was building and he was taking her over the edge. Carter felt like he was in a dream, hovering over his own body. He waited so long to be here with her, at this point, deep inside her.

"Carter. I'm going to come. Oh God. Don't stop. Please!"

"Together, Casey. Please I'm there. Oh God, baby. Wait, oh!" A few more thrusts and he cried out and she followed him as they moved together in sync. There bodies withering against each other. Accepting each other and holding on to one another for dear life. He buried his head in her neck and she stroked his shoulders. They laid there panting and sweating and sated.

"So that's what all those girls were talking about for all those years." His head popped up and looked at her with terror in his eyes. She laughed when she saw his face.

"I'm kidding, Carter." He gave her a love bite on her shoulder and she yelped and giggled.

"No other woman has ever made me feel like that, Casey. No one. There is no comparison. I've spent nine years of my life praying for this moment. In my heart, you are my first."

She stared at him and he brought his lips to hers. They kissed tenderly. He rolled onto his back and she threw her arm over his magnificently muscular and naked chest. She rested her head in between his shoulder and neck.

"I wish we could just run away. Just escape. Me and you." She closed her eyes and he stayed silent. He adjusted himself and grabbed his cell. He began composing a text to someone.

"Car, what are you doing? Who are you texting this time of night?" He finished and pressed send.

"Carter? Answer me?"

"Give me a second, sweetface." He kissed her temple and she shut her eyes. The feeling of exhaustion started to plague her and then she felt his phone buzz. He looked at it and read the message. Then typed something else, hit send and placed the phone on the bedside table. He hopped out of bed and stood in front of her with his gloriously naked, well toned and tanned body. He looked like a freaking Greek God.

"Get up, get dressed, and get packed."

She sat up and clutched the sheet in front of her.

"What the hell are you talking about, Carter. It's two in the morning. Get packed? For what?"

"Cause, love of my life, we are escaping. Our plane leaves in three hours."

She got up on her knees so she was almost eye level with him.

"Plane? What? To where Carter!"

He grabbed her face so that their noses were touching. He gave her a chaste kiss and replied

"The Keys."

Chapter 11

If The Shoe Fits

"Casey, baby. Wake up. We're almost here." Carter stroked her face with his finger. Casey's arms and legs were curled up against Carter's side. She had fallen asleep briefly on the flight to the Florida Keys. It was a quick, forty-five minutes but the events of the previous evening left her exhausted. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched.

"Where are we?" she asked sleepily.

"We're getting ready to descend. How was your little rest, baby?" Carter smiled at her and kissed her nose.

"Terrific. Want to know what the best part was?"

"Tell me?" He asked with his lips against her temple.

"Opening my eyes and seeing you." She grinned back at him. Their noses touching and rubbing. Carter grabbed the sides of her face and gave her a deep, needful kiss.

"You make me so happy. I love you so much sweet face."

"I love you too, baby," she said back.

The pilot asked them to buckle their seat belts in preparation for landing.

"I cannot believe we are doing this. It's the craziest thing I have ever done. I cannot believe the manager let you borrow his private jet to fly us here."

"And don't forget his private villa. Joe is the nicest guy and he told me on tour that anytime I wanted to get away to let him know and I could use anything of his."

"I gather you just took a chance and it was available. Lucky us." She said stretching her arms up over her head.

"No baby, lucky me, because you are here."

"I couldn't agree more. You are one lucky son of a bitch." She looked away with a smile on her face.

"Smart ass," he replied laughing.

When they got off the plane a town car was at the tiny airport. A man with a sign reading 'Carter London' was standing in front of it. Carter and Casey made their approach.

"Hi. I'm Carter London."

The man in front of the car replied, "Sir, I was instructed by Mr. Michaels to take you and your lovely friend to the Coco Blue Villas. Is that correct?"

"Yes. It is. Thank you. And your name?"

"Crosby, sir. I work for Mr. Michaels."

"Crosby, pleasure to meet you. May I introduce you to Ms. Casey Colbert?" Crosby nodded and extended his hand.

"Pleasure, Ms. Colbert." Casey returned the shake.

"Thank you, Crosby. Nice to meet you as well."

Carter and Casey made their way into the car and Crosby took care of their luggage. There wasn't much for the few days they were to spend there. Casey had to be back at work on Wednesday. The following Saturday was their Reunion and Carter had to rehearse a lot the next week. When they settled into the car Casey's phone started to ring. When she saw who was calling, she showed it to Carter.

"Hi, Ly. What's up?" Hearing Lyla begin to shout, Casey held the phone away from her ear and Carter laughed.

"What's up? You ask me that? What the fuck does that mean, Casey! What's up with me? You call and leave me a message that you and Carter took off on some manager's private jet to the Keys for a few days and that you and Carter slept together."

"Twice," Casey said giggling.

"Smart ass. So it finally happened, huh?" Lyla asked.

"Yep. I guess it did. Hey, whose that there with you? I hear voices." Carter grabbed the phone from Casey.

"Hi, Ly. Can I talk to Tommy?" Casey's head shot up and she looked at Carter puzzled.

"What do you mean, can you talk to Tommy? Give me that phone, Carter London." He turned his back to her and cupped the phone to his ear as she tried her best to retrieve it back.

"So you finally nabbed her, huh Lond? Congrats. Now don't fuck it up or I'll cut your balls off." Lyla spatted at him.

"No chance of that happening, Ly. I'm still waiting to wake up." Casey looked at him with big adoring eyes when he said it. He kissed her nose and continued talking.