The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 113

The doubts I had about Jake in the past are dispersed with the strength of the look he’s giving me. His pain and heartbreak mirrored in mine, that same longing to have me as I have wanted him.

I think Jake loves me!

My world spins, the realization that everything I’ve felt, everything I’ve been so afraid of is right here in his green depths, staring back at me without hesitation.

“Come with me?” he whispers, even though the room is noisy, I hear him loud and clear and nod. His gaze is focused so intently on me, flicking from my eyes to my mouth. His face flickering as he concentrates on my lips as though he’s experiencing internal pain. He kisses me again, lightly, sending flutters through me, tingles to every cell. A sweet kiss, not one of passion and misunderstanding but a ‘You’re mine and I can’t believe get to touch you this way’ kiss.

He lets go of my face and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers possessively as he pulls me in the direction of the grand exit. I can’t stop myself devouring him with my eyes, my heart’s in a frenzy and my blood rushes through my entire body so I can only hear the same words inside my head.

I love him so much it hurts.

A pain so severe I think I may fall right here, my heart giving out under the pressure. His tall, strong body guides me, pulling me out of the room with my spiraling crazy thoughts.

Is this really happening?

My heart’s soaring, my chest heavy with uncertainty yet beating fast with anticipation. Someone stops us, I vaguely remember them, business acquaintances, someone important. That irritated wave of disappointment and impatience hits me hard and I stop abruptly as he does.

No, no, no. We have things to work out, things to say. Go away!

He pauses, throwing me an unreadable look, then shakes hands with the suit before him. He tightens his grip on me as though he’s afraid I’ll run away or leave him. He pulls me into his side, his muscles tense and he tucks my arm under his possessively. He’s making it clear that he’s aware of me, wanting me to know I’m not far from his mind. Another man intervenes, and Jake gets impatient, he tugs me forward and slides an arm around my waist. Pulling me against his body so my head leans into his shoulder and chest, turning to plant a kiss on my temple. The excitement rises inside, threatening to unravel me as I wait, so hard to stay still and not scream in frustration. Finally, he makes an excuse and moves fast, jerking me with him, then glances down at me as I stumble, pausing to right me on my feet. I can barely function.

“I’m sorry … I just need to get you out of here quickly … I need us to be alone. To talk.” He rushes his words in a very un-Jake-like manner, his voice is so husky, my inner body almost explodes. He scans around the main hall and seems annoyed, hauling me with him, he heads for a door concealed behind the sweeping staircase. I can barely match his steps with my flowing dress and high shoes. I lift the hem of my skirt to stop myself tripping and catch his eyes on me, a look of sheer lust and longing which makes my stomach tighten.

This is happening!

Checking around he opens the door into a dim abandoned hall and pulls me inside, closing it behind us firmly. He turns me, so I’m pushed against the wall in front of him, sweeping back to me, capturing my mouth, without hesitation, his palms splayed on the wall at each side of my head. This kiss out does the first. Every single longing and insatiable ache being poured into this meeting of our lips and I crumble under the force. His arms come around me, pinning me to him with my back against the wall, breathing heavily. He’s just as lost as I am as I slide my fingers around his neck, holding on for dear life, crushing one another with a vehemence so powerful it’s terrifying. After a moment he pulls away, leaning against me, our bodies heaving with desire, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in with eyes locked. A flutter of apprehension followed by a frown and it causes my voice to stifle in my throat and mute my words.

Is he regretting this already? Maybe I was wrong about how he feels. About what I saw in his eyes.

“I’m waiting on it, Emma.” His voice is low and pained, he seems upset, suddenly so different and my stomach drops. Fear gripping me that he’s about to abandon me again and kill what’s left of my heart