Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,44

so it took him less time to get ready. Seeing her, he whistled loudly, unable to peel his eyes away.

Madison blushed, but lifted her hands up and twirled in a circle for him. "Well? Is this what you imagined when you picked it out?"

Cameron walked over to her, shaking his head. The smile started to slip off Madison's face as he stood before her. He looked so serious that it made her uncertain of what she had seen in the mirror just minutes before.

"No," he told her. "It's better than what I imagined." He put his finger under her chin and lifted it up, so that he could look her in the eyes. "You look amazing, Madison." Slowly, his face got closer and closer to hers. Finally his lips were touching hers, and relief flooded through him, for he was finally doing what he had wanted to do since he saw her walking through the gate at the airport.

Madison sighed at the feel of Cameron's lips on hers. Without giving it a second thought, she opened her mouth to give him access. As she felt his tongue invade her mouth, her knees weakened.

Cameron was the first to back away, worried that if he didn't, he would go further than either of them could handle at the moment. There was so much they needed to talk about before they took that step again. He smiled at the dazed look on Madison's face - that was all he needed to give his confidence a boost when it came to her. Maybe she really was into him like he hoped she was.

"We better go," he said. "The bus is waiting for us downstairs."

Madison cleared her throat and shook her head, trying to come back to her senses. "Right," she said, and reached for her luggage.

"I'll get them," he told her. "You look too pretty to be carrying these heavy bags."

Madison blushed again and grabbed her purse. She looked around the room, silently saying goodbye to the luxury, and wondered if the rest of the evening would be as extraordinary.

The bus was just as Madison had pictured. It included a small sitting area in the front behind the driver, a little dining table after that, a small kitchenette, a few bunks, and a larger 'living room' in the back. His manager and agent were already on the bus waiting for them, and greeted Madison warmly as they were introduced.

Cameron stowed her luggage under the bunks, right next to his. He led her to the back sitting area where they could get comfortable and stretch out. Cameron seemed a little tense, so she sat next to him and told him to turn around. She was trying to watch how she sat in her skirt, not wanting to look all rumpled when they arrived. She reached up and started to massage Cameron's shoulders. His muscles were in knots.

"It's not fair that I got the massage yesterday at the spa. It feels like you need one," she whispered to him, working on the knots near his shoulder blades.

Cameron dropped his head forward and moaned. "God, that feels so good," he told her. "I just get a little tense before the shows."

"A little tense?" she said, and then didn't say anything else while she worked on his muscles. Cameron sighed and leaned back into her touch. Part of what he said was true, but the other part was that his need for Madison left him a bit tense.

Within a few short minutes the bus rolled up to the Verizon Music center, where he was performing. They all walked to an area backstage, where they found Cameron's dressing room. He vanished into it and about twenty minutes later, he emerged looking like the rock star he was.

His manager Riley led them to another private room, where there would be a meet and greet for some fans that won special tickets. Cameron signed autographs and took pictures with his fans, while Madison stood off to the side watching. It never failed to amaze her how people were in awe around Cameron. They idolized him, and she was beginning to realize how special he was to others.

The concert went very well. The crowd knew his music, and Cameron was in his zone. She stood at the side of the stage, watching his every move. She now knew why he liked what he did, why he loved the rush of performing live. She wasn't even on stage, but she could feel the