The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 220

For the first time in weeks I get a stupid spontaneous smile spreading across my face and I stare at him in a completely new light. It’s as though I’ve just woken up, and blinking in sunlight, I gaze at him as he comes into focus. He looks happy, idling through the stuff on the bed, his green eyes almost luminescent. I’ve never seen him as gorgeous as he is right at this very moment, beaming over his baby’s things looking every bit irresistible to me. I couldn’t fill my heart with any more love than this moment right here. Everything that has happened, everything we’ve done to one another, yet this little moment here seems to wipe it all out. Just looking at him like this, knowing I’ve been falling apart without his touch, has me aching. I want him, and I need him so badly, this is making me crazy.

“Kiss me,” I say it so directly and spontaneously that I even take myself by surprise. His eyes snap to mine and he seems to take a moment to realize what I’ve asked. A flash of something in his eyes, hesitation, and something else … apprehension. The tension rises in my stomach with every delayed second.

We seem to stay motionless, looking at one another, while I wait for some sort of verbal response, every moment becoming agony as the pit of self-doubt grows inside of me. It’s almost like he no longer wants to kiss me.

Shit … I’m losing him. Crazy Emma pushed him too far away. Stupid Emma, you've been pushing him away for weeks despite everything he has been doing to show you he loves you.

Jake sweeps forward, pinning me to the cushions, his mouth meeting mine in almost a flicker of a second. I don’t see the reaction coming so I’m bowled backward and before I really know what’s happening our mouths are locked and his hands are cradling my face. That soft warm mouth, the feelings it rips up to the surface consume me, gently molding our movements in perfect unison. His mouth was always made to kiss mine. My toes tingle right up to my pelvis and my heart aches for him.

He literally kisses the breath right out of me, moving on top of me on the bed so he can lie over me yet holding his weight up. He slides his tongue gently into my mouth, a soft yet firm motion, as we get used to one another once again. I get lost in the feel of him and what he’s doing to me. It feels like he hasn’t kissed me in an eternity and it physically pains me. This is so right it makes me want to cry.

He tastes like I remember, smells, and feels like my dreams, and with every second of this unity a part of me starts healing. I groan almost instantly, a thousand butterflies fluttering up inside my stomach, warmth spreading through my veins. My fingers find their way up around his neck and across those muscular shoulders, his hair, and his jaw. I’m roaming, devouring what I’ve been lacking for so long.

I wait for the vision of her to break in, wrenching us apart, but I’m too absorbed in the sensations and over whelming tug of desire building up inside of me to let her in. I push myself into him firmly, intensifying the passion of the kiss, letting our tongues caress, breathing hard and heavy. His touch is intoxicating, driving my body into a frenzy now that his mouth is locked with mine.

Hormones kick in and I lose control, arms sliding around his neck fully, I yank him down on top of me; forcefully. I want to wrap every inch of him around me, within me, devour him with a need so overwhelming, like I’m going to self-implode. All those pent-up desires unleashed; hormones and heartbreak; anger and lust; I’ve been denied, love starved for agonizing weeks; and they come crashing down with a passion that has me yanking his tie off, ripping open his shirt buttons aggressively like a crazed wild cat. Jake pulls away, a hand coming to my wrist, stopping the snaking motion of my nails running down his exposed torso.

“Emma, slow down,” he pants, trying to untangle me, but I only dive back in sucking his lower lip into my mouth and biting him; deprived for too long and turning feral with need. My inner body is combusting with fiery heat and my lower body is aching with a hunger so intense I want to scream. He automatically releases my wrist and moves down over my breast through the sheer satin of my dress; soaring heat from the sensitivity of it. He moves back into this, losing himself in the lust for a moment, deepening the kiss, his hardness against my pelvis. He wants me just as much as I want him but then with now warning he pulls away fast, lifting his hands up in defense.

“Okay this stops.” He kneels back and lifts me up under the arms, pulling me into a sitting position, before releasing me, standing back on the floor, expression wild and heaving in air. “I’m trying so hard to be good, Emma … I can’t if you keep doing that.” He takes several deep breaths trying to calm his body down. He’s completely irresistible like this, standing there with an open shirt and raging hormones cloud any rational thought. His muscles and tanned skin are on show, ruffled hair, kiss swollen lips and lust fueled hazy eyes trying to control his own emotions.

“Maybe I don’t want good Jake, maybe I want normal Jake.” I pout angrily. My inner core almost twisting itself into a frenzy of horniness just looking at him.

I want authoritative, no-nonsense Casanova Jake. I need him. I need this, I need sex. I’m so crazy for him right now.