Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(45)

“Oh, Mama! Papa! I’ve missed you so much!” I say silently.

“We’ve never left you,” I hear Mama say, her eyes glimmering with happiness.

“You’re so beautiful, my little girl,” says Papa just like he did when I was a toddler.

I’m overwhelmed with emotion. “Mama, Papa, I want you to meet someone.” I turn to face Brandon as he swims my way and then I turn back around to face my beloved parents. My eyes dart in all directions and then my heart sinks to the ocean bottom. They’re gone! Brandon entwines his fingers with mine and with his other hand signals upward. He wants us to complete our dive. I’m under his command.

Spiraling upward like two helixes, we shoot out of the water. We both remove our regulators and lift our masks atop our heads.

“Brandon! Did you see them?” I ask breathlessly, treading water.

“The pair of paparazzi?”

“That’s not funny!”

“The pair of barracuda?”

“No. Mama and Papa!” Frustration underscores my voice.

My gorgeous husband, his face glistening with flecks of the sea, flicks the tip of my nose and laughs. “My beauty, you must have been hallucinating. That can happen when you’re under the water for a long time.”

“No! I wasn’t hallucinating! They were there! You have to believe me!”

His twinkling violet eyes dance with amusement. “You’re so f*cking adorable. C’mon, let’s chill.” Before I can say another word, he silences me with another fierce kiss that takes my breath away.

Five minutes later, we’re lying down, bared to each other, on the V-shaped forty-foot hull of the sleek cigarette boat we’ve rented. My head rests on Brandon’s rock-hard pecs and I can hear his heart drumming in my ears. Half-drunk mojitos are by our sides. The hot tropical afternoon sun beats down and warms us. He traces lazy, ticklish circles around my toasting nipples. While tingles travel downward to my inner thigh area, my mind is still focused on my underwater encounter. I saw Mama and Papa. I know I did.

Brandon breaks into my thoughts. “Baby, what did you think about your first dive?”

“It was amazing.” It really was, but I know I can’t convince Brandon that my parents were there. I go for another angle. “My love, do you believe in life after death?”

He twists his head toward me. “I don’t know. With all that’s happened to me, I try to live in the moment and make memories. What about you?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Really? So, what are you going to come back as?”

“A tall, blond, slender siren.”

He grabs a fistful of my wet hair and gives it a tug. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

His deep, dominant voice is almost a threat. I jolt. Not from fear but from an unexpected sensation. A glacial sting hits me. An ice cube! Brandon’s removed a large one from his mojito glass and placed it on my nipple. The bud hardens like a bullet at the frigid sensation while the tingles between my legs intensify. I can feel the cube melt against my heated skin, the cold liquid seeping down my cleavage and trickling onto my chest. Between my legs, another hot liquid accumulates. I’m so f*cking turned on I want to jump out of my skin.

On my next breath, he rolls on top of me, the cube still so cold and big between us. His weight pins me under him and his piercing violet eyes hold me hostage. He anchors himself on the palms of his hands and raises his head. His mouth goes down on my nipple, his warm tongue lapping the cold water from the melting cube and replacing the numbness with his wet heat. Lifting one hand, he takes the cube and rubs it around my other nipple while he continues to suck its partner. The sharp contrast sends another rush of arousal to my core, like the tide coming in. A loud “aah” escapes my throat.

“Baby, don’t ever change. I love you just the way you are.”


He makes me smile. With a fiendish glint in his eyes, he maneuvers himself so he’s able to pry my legs apart with a single thrust of his powerful knees. A cool hand crawls between my thighs and I moan with pleasure as he caresses my sex.

“Mrs. Taylor, promise me you’ll never become anyone else. This is the only * I want.”

“Mmm,” I sigh as his thumb circles my engorging clit.

“I need to hear words.” Without warning, he trails the ice cube down my abdomen, causing me to arch beneath him from the shock of the cold. A shiver skitters down my spine and then I gasp when the cube presses against my throbbing clit. My pelvis tilts up as much as it can beneath him. I’m in a state so heightened and helpless it’s borderline unbearable.

“I promise I’ll always be me…your go-to Zo,” I spit out, so eager for more of the exquisite pleasure he holds in his hands like a bag of magic tricks.

“My f*ckable go-to girl.” A wicked but satisfied smile lights up his face. His eyes burn into me like the glorious sun as he resumes stroking my numbed clit with his thumb. And then another trick. And another cube. This one lodged deep in my *. I scream with shock. The fire inside me instantly starts melting it.

“You’re dripping wet for me,” he growls, applying more pressure and making me squirm beneath him.

The truth is I’ve been wet for him 24/7, both in the sea and on land. And I think he’s had a permanent hard-on. The two of us haven’t been able to get enough of one another. We’ve been inseparable and insatiable. But what he’s doing to me now is incredible.