The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 116

“Turn over.” He commands gently, and I do as I’m told as he comes to kneel over me and starts undoing my dress. My body sags a little at the release from the tight corset. “This dress is coming out to play again, next time we’ll keep it on.” He almost growls, his voice raspy and deep. He sounds more like passionate Jake now and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the bed until my feet slide to the floor and stands me up. When I do, the dress falls around my ankles, so I’m left standing in lace panties with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides, exposing my naked breasts.

“These can stay on.” He helps me step out of my dress, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto shoe and he runs a finger up the back of my naked leg, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He moves away and I glimpse his trousers being thrown to the side of the room from the corner of my eye before he’s back against me.

“Are you nervous?” his soft voice brushes against my ear gently, sending a wave of tingles and electricity rushing around my body, prickling every inch of me and my inner self clenches.

“A little,” I admit. It is partially the reason I wanted it to be fast and passion driven, no room for nerves or shyness. Now we’re standing, almost naked, and my anxiety levels are dwindling to be replaced with desire and the way Jake always makes me feel, calm, and safe.

“It’s a first for me … being nervous I mean,” he utters softly as his breath fans my neck, a soft kiss placed on the apex of my shoulder blades and his hands slide softly over my hips while he takes my panties down slowly to my ankles. I lift a foot at a time and let him remove them fully. Watching as he carefully maneuvers them over the shoes, he wanted me to keep on. I say nothing, just glance down and catch his smile from his lowered pose before he slides back to standing.

“I know I said caveman style screwing … How about we just go with the flow instead.” He kisses my neck gently, tracing the curve below my ear lobe softly. I can only nod, my voice caught in a groan as I relax into him and his hands come around, slowly turning me toward him. Despite having sex with him so long ago, he’d never seen me fully naked and I’m more than aware of it now as his eyes roam over me appreciatively. The look takes away my shyness and apprehension and I can see he wants me badly. It’s written all over his face as his eyes slowly devour me, he makes me feel desirable and sexy. He’s naked too, all hard angles and lines and black ink tattoos, making me weak at the knees. He’s the ultimate male specimen and I can barely contain the longing tearing through me with intense heat.

He leans down, lips to mine, not so softly now, the evidence of how turned on he is pressing against me. His tongue smooths against mine and he deepens the kiss, passion notching up a gear. I let my hands skim his muscular biceps, up to his carved shoulders and to his strong neck. I trail across the hard, even plain of chest and tangle in the slight scattering of hair there, feeding on the way he’s moving to me and kissing me erotically.

With a swift move, he scoops me up, so my legs are drawn around his waist and I’m holding on around his neck. He walks us forward, still his mouth on mine as he lowers slowly to his knees on the bed and shimmies us fully onto it. He drops me down onto the padded surface playfully and grabs my ankles, a little tug to pull me down the bed so I’m catapulted onto my back and sprawl out. He’s not slow in getting on top of me and nestling himself between my legs, nudging them open so we’re connected fully.

“I love you.” He looks deep within me, igniting my soul, his eyes green and heavy with longing. His face so smooth and relaxed.