The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 114

“Oh, I always knew you weren’t a gentleman.” I jest, biting my lip unable to tear my gaze from his mouth either.

You’re perfection.

“Hey! I’ve been very well behaved. You have no idea the kind of thoughts that went through my head concerning you.” He catches my wrists and pins them over my head with one hand, his other sliding up from my waist and along my ribs suggestively.

“None of that surprises me, you and your ex-rated mind. I always knew you had Casanova tendencies.” I tremble with shivers as his touch ignites feelings inside me that are equally ex-rated, and I tense my thighs together to fight insane urges.

“Cheeky!” He plants a swift kiss on my lips then leans back to continue watching me. He lets my hands go, “You’re beautiful, and you’re all mine!” We smile at one another, then he quickly delivers another lip grazing kiss. Trying it out, enjoying the fact that he can, and I can see kissing becoming his number one hobby after tonight. Maybe mine too.

“I’m still mad at you.” I push my palms up his abdomen and slide them over his chest, exploring, being able to freely roam and braver than I have ever felt before.

“I don’t blame you, bella.” He frowns. “I’m mad at me too,” there’s a tint of regret in his eyes as he brings a hand down and smooths my hair behind one ear, stopping to play with the delicate diamond cluster earring, his eyes focused on it as he moves it around gently.

“Makes a change from being mad at me, I guess.” I smirk. I’ve finally gained control of my emotions again, as much as I can after a love confession from the man of my dreams. He stares at me for long agonizing moments, his eyes locked on mine, taking in every detail of my face, his expression unreadable.

“I only got mad with you because of how I feel about you, Emma … It was ripping me apart. I didn’t know how to behave around you or how to deal with all this crap inside of me … Overemotional men are just narky shits.” He softly smiles.

So, all those times he seemed so crazy pissed off at me … All came down to this? Surely not?

“I get mad at you because you’re an asshole sometimes; nothing to do with emotions or love.” I smirk and glance up at him shyly. He breaks into another heartthrob smile and I can’t resist running my fingers across his mouth again. He moves into my touch igniting my love of being able to freely touch him like this. It feels like I’ve died and woken in a heavenly place.

“We need to make this work.” He breathes. “I can’t walk away again … I don’t want to. This past month has been unbearable, like I had my insides wrenched out.”

His confession is sobering, his voice strained. Rosalie was right. Jake had been missing me as much as I was missing him, and I can’t believe we have been suffering apart silently.

Jake loved me. All that denial and second guessing him was for nothing.

“Are you asking me to be your PA again?” I ask quietly, bravely, soothed by knowing he’s had the same pain I have when we were apart, a pang of hope rises in my chest.

I’ve no idea how that’ll work now, things are so different.

“I’m asking for way more than that, Miele.” His voice softly caresses me, his fingers still in my hair, sensually moving over my scalp, sending shivers of desire through me.

“Tell me what you want from me, be specific.” My inner strength takes a step forward and I know I need him to say it.

Be brave, Emma … stop hiding and put all the cards on the table. Sarah said we didn’t ever lay it all out, well, here we are.

I need him to be straight with me. I need to hear him to tell me what he wants from me. No more second guessing.

“I want you … All of you … I want us. Just you and me and no one else. No games, no hiding, no more misunderstandings … I want you to be the one woman I share my bed and my life with. I want a real relationship with you, Bambino.” I’ve never seen Jake so open and honest and … raw in my life. The fear in his eyes and the trepidation, because for him, this is just as huge as it is for me. His brokenhearted past, his need to keep women at arm’s length for fear of being hurt and here he is, offering all of himself to me. I throw myself into him, sliding my arms round his waist, holding tight as my heart gushes with love and his arms tighten around me too.