Conquer Your Love (20 page)

 
“I wanted what’s best for
you, what I thought would make you happy, even though it wasn’t any of my
business… but letting you go wasn’t even the hardest part.”

I held my breath and regarded him, listening hard so I wouldn’t miss a
word because I wanted to remember this moment forever.

“The hardest part was acknowledging I might never see you again.
Realizing how much you mean to me and how much I’d miss your pretty face every
morning and night. Realizing all the things I didn’t do with you and might
never get a chance to. But I think most of the pain came from the realization
that the time we spent together was not enough for me and I couldn’t force you
to feel the same way.”

His words were like honey. It was all so sweet, so dark, so unexpected
that it shook me to the very core. More beautiful than anything I ever dared to
hope for.

“Maybe I missed you, too.” I said, trying to play it cool. “It wasn’t
easy on my part, either.” My words were already so
choked,
I doubted I’d be able to say much more.

Jett helped me into the whirlpool and sat down on the bottom, the hot
water barely reaching his shoulders. Realizing my height wouldn’t give me that
advantage, I settled for the second upper step next to him, the water barely
covering my breasts. The water bubbled, hiding his sculpted body, which was a
shame because I couldn’t stop looking at him.

As if sensing my thoughts, he turned to face me. A flicker of mischief
played in his eyes and his lips trailed down from my neck to my waiting
nipples. His teeth grazed the hard tip of my breast a moment before his tongue
flipped over it as I buried my fingers into his hair and demanded more of his
mouth’s grazing and flicking.
And then the sucking.

Oh god.

Either the temperature in the water just went up, or he got me boiling
inside.

“I want to enjoy every minute with you,” Jett said. His eyes bore into
me, drinking me in, swallowing me up whole.

“As long as it lasts, huh?” I didn’t remark
that
was my biggest fear—
that
we’d
be over before we even started.

“And I hope that’s a long time,” Jett whispered.

In one swift motion he inched closer and lifted me up, settling me on
his lap with my legs spread around him, the water engulfing my sex, prickling
the soft flesh. His erection brushed my lower abdomen impatiently, demanding to
be allowed entry.

“One thing’s for sure, Brooke. I won’t let you go easily next time. In
fact there won’t be a next time.” His sexy whisper sent a delicious pull between
my legs. His hands pulled my hips so close I could feel his large erection
against the secret opening between my legs. I felt myself going wet. There was
a beautiful deep ache inside me, asking to be stilled.

“You said you couldn’t give me what I wanted today?” Gazing into his
impossibly green eyes, I lifted my hips enough to straddle his hard shaft and,
as slowly as I could, moved down, every inch sending another delightful
contraction through my body. The head of his erection probed my sex, spearing
my soft lips, entering me just a little but enough to send a hot wave of
pleasure through me. A hard moan escaped his lips as I accommodated more of
him.

“That can be negotiated.” Jett’s hands settled on my waist, offering the
support I needed. I lowered myself onto him just a little bit more, allowing
him to stretch me and fill me, until I thought I could take no more of his
size—and he wasn’t even half way in. I rode him, my inside clenching as
the slow thrusts rubbed a tender spot. As I moaned louder, his breathing became
harder. He took charge, his hand pulling my hips down until I could feel his
thick, hard erection going so deep I felt like letting go. With every slide, I
rocked my hips, the delicious pain radiating more pleasure, breaking more barriers.
His movement reached my core, his hunger for release consuming us both and when
we came, I could have sworn the burning fire merged us into one.

Everything was so
bright. The room, the colors,
even my dress. I could hear myself laughing and felt Jett’s arms around me as I
squirmed against him, unsure whether to free myself or melt into his embrace.

“I’d do anything for you. You know that?” he whispered into my ear. “If
you fell, I’d hold you. If you were afraid, I’d wrap my arms around you and
take away your fears. I’d die to keep you safe but more than anything I’d do
whatever it takes to keep you by my side. For you I’d conquer anything,
everything, anytime.”

I smiled against his hot skin and inhaled the fresh, clean scent of his
hair.
So good.
So soft.
I
felt serene, the world around us forgotten. It was just he and I, and no one
else in the world.

Something soft caressed my shoulder. His lips? His hot
breath
? My hands reached out to touch him—only to feel
the cold, empty space next to me.

What the—

Confused, I pried my eyes open and squinted against the unnatural
brightness coming from the sun spilling through the windows. My eyes slowly
adjusting, I realized Jett’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets crumpled in
a heap.

There I had been thinking he was in bed with me, only to find it had
been just a dream. I grimaced, disappointed, and jumped out of bed, scanning
the room for any message he might have left. Except for the jacket he had
tossed over the back of a chair last night, there was no indication of him,
nothing to signal last night even took place. Everything was quiet; the lights
in the adjacent bathroom turned off.

Where the heck was he? Would he sneak out on me after he got what he
wanted?

I grabbed his jacket. It smelled like him: manly, intoxicating. I
pressed it against my bare chest and for a moment I closed my eyes to enjoy the
images of us kissing—and doing other stuff—flickering through my
mind. Either he forgot to take his jacket, or he had left it behind on purpose,
which could only mean he’d be back soon. Excitement rushed through me at the
prospect of seeing him after everything that happened between us.

The past twenty-four hours were nothing short of mind-blowing.
Scary, yes, but still mind-blowing.
The
date, the car chase, the sex, the fact that I knew so much about him now.
No idea what it all meant for us; whether we were back together. But I couldn’t
wait to find out. All I knew was that my fears about him were gone, replaced by
a firm belief that I had been wrong about him and he had been telling the truth
back in New York. I was in danger and he had tried to protect me from whoever
had been following us.

Standing in front of the hotel mirror, I stared at my reflection and
wrinkled my nose in disgust. My dark, naturally curly hair looked a tangled
mess. With my makeup gone, dark circles framed my chestnut eyes and made my
skin look a pasty yellow shade. To my utter dismay, I realized I had no fresh
underwear or clothes, no makeup to fake a glow, no hairbrush, not even a
toothbrush. The only two things available to help me scrub up were the hotel’s
shampoo and soap.

At least my cheeks had a soft glow to them and there was a sparkle in my
eyes. The signs were there: I was still in love—with Jett.

Sylvie would be so mad.

No doubt the moment we’d be back home she’d try to run an intervention,
stating my fixation with him was unhealthy.

However, what she didn’t know was that this love I felt for him, I
didn’t seek it out. I had tried to keep my emotional distance, choosing not to
let Jett enter my heart. Yet this love—or whatever feeling it was that
caused fluttering butterflies and a raging storm inside me—chased me,
found me, and finally captured me, holding me tight amidst my fears. The more I
fought it, the more it grew. The longer I hid my feelings for him, the harder I
fell for him.

 
I knew I’d tell Jett
someday, but we hadn’t reached that point yet. Maybe because there was a tiny
fraction inside my mind that kept warning me we might not be meant to be and
only time would tell. The best I could do with
now
was
enjoy
it while it lasted.

I found a trial size toothpaste and damp hotel toothbrush, which I
assumed Jett used before leaving, and brushed my teeth quickly. Jumping into
the shower, I let the warm water trickle down my body to soothe the ache in my
muscles—courtesy of Jett’s insatiable appetite for sex.

My hands were busy lathering in the hotel’s shampoo when the door
cracked open, making me jump.

“Brooke?” Jett asked. He popped his head through the shower curtain.

My arms lowered to cover my chest on instinct, but it was too late. Like
a wildfire a grin spread across his beautiful lips and he scanned my body up
and down, lingering a bit too long on my covered breasts.

“Hi, beautiful.” His voice was soft as velvet and dark as chocolate. I’d
recognize that tone blindfolded. Usually it turned me on; right now I wished I
had thought of locking the door. He had seen me naked countless times but never
like this: under the bright fluorescent light, with no makeup on, and no bed
sheets behind which I could hide. I probably looked like shit and didn’t want
him to see me this way. Embarrassed, I retreated to the farthest spot in the
shower and shot him a frown.

“Can you wait outside? I’ll be done in a minute.”

That was his clue to leave, but Jett didn’t move an inch. I licked my
lips nervously and kept my breasts covered while the hot water continued to
trickle down my body.

“You’re so hot.” His tone came low. Scorching. I could say the same
thing about him. “You’re even more beautiful than in my dreams.”

I searched his face for any signs that he was joking. His smile was
gone, replaced by seriousness. His eyes were filled with passion, mirroring my
lust. Slowly—with my gaze on him—he stripped off his clothes until
he stood naked in front of me. I tried my best to avert my gaze, but couldn’t.
The magnetism he exuded held me tight. He was breathtakingly beautiful—a
view I could look at over and over again, just like the most fascinating
painting.

His chiseled chest with his dark hair was on full display—all
defined muscles and bronze skin. My tongue flicked over my lips as I pried my
gaze away from his sculpted chest to the three rows of hard muscles on his
abdomen, and finally came to rest on his erection promising to take me to
pleasure heaven.

“What are you doing, Jett?”

Stupid question.

What would anyone think he was doing?

He joined me in the shower cubicle and gathered me in his arms. The
water rained down on us, and for a moment I thought he’d try to get it on.
I could only hope he didn’t insist we do it in the
shower because I didn’t want to slip and break my neck.

“Can you pass me the shower gel?”

I stared at him in confusion as he just grinned at me and reached out to
get the bottle,
then
lathered the foam into his glorious
skin. I watched it run down his torso and gather in the soft hair around his
manhood.

“Want me to do your back?” he asked, still grinning.

I shook my
head,
unsure whether he was being
serious. He was behaving like we were an old couple, comfortable in each
other’s presence. And while I was comfortable in his presence, the entire
situation had something way too intimate about it.

“Then you’re ready to get out?” There was a sparkle of naughtiness in
his eyes.

Struck speechless, I nodded.

Jett stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist,
then draped one around my shoulders. I even let him pat down my wet hair,
squeezing the water out of it, until soft waves and ringlets formed. He took
one and wrapped it around his fingers, the light tugging sensation making my
scalp tingle.

“I want you to be open for me,” he whispered.

His eyes mirrored the array
of emotions in his voice. For a moment I wasn’t sure which direction this
conversation would take—whether he wanted more or whether he was just
enjoying keeping me intrigued.

Jett’s hands trailed from my
breasts down my hips and then with no warning he lifted me up in one swift
motion, as though I weighed nothing. My cheeks heated up at the new and
intimate way he pressed me against his naked body. Gathering my arms around his
neck, I let him carry me into the bedroom and lay me down on the unmade bed,
our limbs entangling, mouths finding each other.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked playfully.

“I want you to be open for me,” h
e
whispered again, his eyes reflecting the desire in his voice. He pulled my
towel away and removed my hands from my breasts.
“I want you to
be the one asking for it.”

His authoritarian tone built
a strong contrast to his gentle actions. His thumb was stroking my
face,
his wet hair was dropping on my skin, the coldness
making me shiver. And yet, his kiss was hot, devouring my mouth, his hand going
lower to explore my breasts, my hips,
my
legs.