Page 114 of Fame & Chaos

What?

My eyes widen while my pulse explodes into overdrive, but I’m too stunned to say anything.

Laughing softly, Indi drags me down the hallway toward her bedroom, and every step feels surreal. My brain is scrambling, trying to work out whether this is some kind of test. Maybe she wants to see if I can handle this whole ‘just kissing’ arrangement without completely losing control.

If this is a test, I’m absolutely fucked.

The second we step into her room, she spins around and launches herself at me, pinning me against the wall while throwing her arms around my neck and dragging my mouth down to hers. I grip her waist and lift her easily so I don’t have to bend down, carrying her across the room before sitting her onto the chest of drawers. She opens her legs immediately, letting me step between them while her hands glide up my chest and beneath the shoulders of my leather jacket. She shoves it from my body, and it drops heavily onto the floor. Then her mouth crashes back onto mine.

I kiss her hard before pulling back just enough to look at her. “Indi… is this really what you want?” I ask quietly, needing to know before this goes any further.

“Caleb…” she breathes while gripping my shirt tightly. “I want you so badly right now I can barely think straight.” Her eyes lock onto mine. “Please make love to me.”

Fuck.

It’s like hearing the one thing I’ve dreamed about for years and somehow still not quite believing it’s real.

“Really?” I ask breathlessly. “What about the whole ‘just kissing’ thing?”

Her face falls instantly, and she pulls her hands away from me. “You don’t want me?”

My brows slam together immediately. “Indi, of course I fucking want you.” I cup her face quickly. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I just need to know this is truly what you want because you’ve been fighting this so hard—”

“Caleb.” She smirks slightly while sliding her fingers back into my hair. “Shut up and make love to me before I change my mind.” She tugs me down to kiss her again, but I pull back one more time.

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” I admit honestly. “That you’ll change your mind.”

Her expression softens, and she pulls me closer gently. “I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”

I stare into her eyes, and this time, there’s no hesitation at all.

No fear.

No uncertainty.

Just heat. Want. Need.

And me.

“Fuck, Indi…” I rest my forehead against hers for a second. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.”

Then I kiss her again, hard and hungry.

Years of wanting her pour into the kiss as she grips my hair tighter and kisses me back with just as much desperation. My hands slide down to the hem of her pajama top, and I drag it up over her head, forcing us apart for a brief second.

And holy fuck.

I stop breathing.

Her pale skin glows softly beneath the bedroom light, her breasts full and beautiful, her body somehow even more perfect than every fantasy I tortured myself with over the years.

She’s stunning.

Absolutely fucking stunning.

My cock jerks violently back to life, and I crash my mouth onto hers again. She grips the hem of my vest and yanks it over my head, forcing us apart for only a second before her lips are back on mine. Her bare chest presses against mine, and the warmth of her skin almost destroys whatever control I have left. Every touch of her feels overwhelming, like my entire body is reacting only to her.

Her hands slide down to my jeans. She pops the button, lowers the zip, then pushes them over my hips. I’m naked beneath them, and when her gaze drops to my cock, she gasps softly.