The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 127

As for sleeping in peace, I learned a long time ago that sleeping anywhere near him put an end to my night terrors. I don’t wake with dark shadows looming over me when he’s close by, protecting me, even in my dreams.

“Are we in the Caribbean already?” I rub my eyes and sit up in the seat to look out the window, despite the air conditioning blowing on full, I can tell we’re in warmer climates, there’s a stuffiness in the car.

“It’s only a four-hour flight, the yacht’s already docked here; my father likes to come out here a lot, so the boat has permanent moorings.” He hauls me back to him, pulling me into an embrace. “I missed you while you were sleeping.” He grins before sinking a kiss on me that fully wakens me up.

Will this burning desire he ignites ever calm down, I feel like I may self-implode every time his lips meet mine.

Moving against him fully, absorbing myself into the sensation of his kiss, his hands come up around my face and tangle in my hair. We always seem to ignite the passion quickly. He pulls away to lock eyes with me once more simmering the heat between us a little.

“I never ever told you how much I love your hair … I could run my fingers through it like this for an eternity.” He smiles softly again, melting the last ounces of me and I beam back. The car comes to a slow stop as I smile and flick my hands through the short waves with a wink. Cutting it had been the biggest change of all and now obviously one of my favorites.

“We’re here.” He nods out with a raised brow, before turning to slide out of the car. He helps me out after him, the sun immediately blinds me as heat engulfs us, the familiar slide of his shades come down on my face. The movement, so normal, so typical boss Carrero, makes me grin and hug him like a child. This tiny detail and mannerism so vacant in my life of late, it makes me stupidly ecstatic.

He drapes his arm around my back and walks me out into the port, leading me along the concrete walkway past some expensive looking boats until we come to the familiar Rosalina. A beautiful, long, white yacht belonging to his family.

A boat that held only heartbreak for me the last time we were here when he left me alone and I shiver at the memory. He’d gone off with god knows how many women to put distance between us, to try to forget how he felt about me.

As though sensing my memories, he kisses me on top of the head and gives me a squeeze.