Island Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 9) (13 page)

“
H
ere
, Harper, use this brush to cut in the paint next to the ceiling,” Mom told me, holding out a brush. “It’s angled so that you can get it perfect.”

“Nobody is going to ever look up here,” I said, as I took the brush from her.

“Your nephew will be looking up there every day from the crib,” Mom said. “So we have to make it look as good as possible.”

“Because everybody knows that all newborn babies critique the paint jobs of their nurseries,” I joked.

“Harper, please,” Rosie piped in, as she stepped into the room with us. “Just do what Mom says. She wants the room to be perfect, just like her new grandbaby will be.”

“I was just joking around,” I murmured, before dipping the little brush into the green paint.

“Why did you go with the color green, anyway, Rosie?” I asked.

“Because green is considered a calming color,” Rosie explained. “I thought it would be good since he's going to have to put up with the two of you.”

“That’s actually pretty smart,” I said, carefully pressing the paintbrush to the wall.. “I thought I got all of the smart genes, but I guess I was wrong.”

Rosie playfully stuck her tongue out at me. “Very funny, Harp. Now be careful with that paint line. You don’t want to get green on the ceiling or else we’ll have to redo it.”

Yeah, yeah,
I thought, as I attempted to steady my hand so that the paint line between the wall and ceiling would be perfectly straight.

“So, Harper, I’ve been reading your blog lately,” my mom said. Her voice was suspiciously neutral.

“Oh yeah?” I inquired, turning around on the ladder, and watching as she pushed her paint roller into the pan on the floor.

Here we go,
I thought.
This should be interesting. I'm about to get told how terrible my blog is and how I should have higher standards.

“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you aren’t posting about your bad dates any more. It’s such a nice change to see,” Mom said. “It took longer than it should have, but I’m glad you finally came around and saw that your bad dates weren’t leading you anywhere.”

If that’s as close to a compliment that I’m going to get from my mom, then I guess I’m just going to have to be happy with it,
I thought as I dipped my brush for more paint.

“Um, thanks, Mom,” I said, not really sure what else to say. “It’s been a refreshing change, that’s for sure.”

Rosie had a proud and smug look on her face. Clearly, she wanted to be praised for “introducing” me to Gabe. But I wasn’t going to give her that, at least not yet. It was a total fluke that Rosie had happened to write to the one guy online who wasn’t crazy. I doubted she could repeat that kind of success even if she wanted to.

“I think Harper might have found
the one
,” Rosie said to Mom, speaking as though I wasn’t standing right there in the room with them. I rolled my eyes at the both of them.

“I sure do hope so,” Mom replied. “How exciting would that be?”

“Pretty darn exciting,” I mumbled. “I'm so glad to have my life validated by the two of you.”

Then Mom turned to me, her smile widening with whatever crazy thoughts were bouncing around in her mind.

“Just wait, Harper,” she promised. “Pretty soon, Rosie and I will be helping to paint
your
baby’s nursery! How exciting is that?”

I nearly dropped my paintbrush.“Mom, please don’t do this. There’s no need to plan for my future kids quite yet.”

“Oh, honey,” Mom laughed. “I've been planning for your future kids since you were born.”

If I rolled my eyes any more, they were going to roll right out of my head. Although, kids with Gabe didn't sound half bad. He’d probably make an amazing dad.

“Harp, you missed a spot,” Rosie said, pointing toward the wall behind me.

I turned around and quickly fixed the tiny spot that I had missed with the green paint, glad for some sort of distraction.

“I’m glad you guys are excited for me,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t want you to be
overly
excited, you know? Gabe is a great guy, but that doesn’t automatically mean that he’s the one for me.”

“That may be true, honey,” Mom said. “But regardless, I’m just happy that you didn’t end up using that Kindling Dating just to get more awful dates for your blog. I’m proud of you for using it in the way it was meant to be used.”

Rosie nodded with an in-agreement look on her face. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes yet again. There was no way around it. Rosie and my mom were joined at the hip. No matter what, I’d always end up looking like the black sheep of the family.

I wasn’t looking for an argument, though. I had merely come over to my sister’s house to see if there was a way to help her out, since her baby would be coming very soon. So I just smiled and turned around to continue my painting.

As I perfected my brush strokes, I thought back to the day when Rosie had announced she’d signed me up for the site. I was kind of angry and annoyed by it initially, but now, as I thought about Gabe, I realized that her signing me up was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. I supposed I could actually thank her for it. But not yet.

Not until I knew for sure that my relationship with Gabe was solid. Then, and only then, would I thank Rosie for pretending to be me on a dating site. But I knew nothing ever turned out as simple as that for me.

D
inner had been amazing
. Spectacular. Delicious. I'd never tasted sushi as fresh or well prepared as I had tonight. Gabe certainly knew how to pick a restaurant, that was for sure.

As soon as we stepped into his house, Gabe kissed me. Our hands had been all over each other at dinner, but we had done our best to keep it appropriate. Now we were back at home, though, and we had total freedom again.

With our lips locked, I reached up and began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. With just the top part open, I placed my hands onto his bare chest, getting turned on instantly. His muscular pecks did it to me every time.

Gabe stepped forward and gently pressed me against the wall near the living room. He then broke our kiss and looked down my body.

“You have no idea how hard it was to be a gentleman at dinner with you wearing that.”

I smiled flirtatiously and gently pushed my chest out to accentuate my cleavage. The tiny black dress made me feel so sexy and clearly Gabe noticed. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of me all dinner. It felt so good to be the center of his attention.

His eyes dilated as he leaned in to kiss the top of my breasts. I tilted my head back, looking up toward the ceiling as I pressed my body toward him. He wasn’t the only one who had been thinking about things other than food while at dinner. I had been waiting anxiously the entire evening to get him back home. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.

“Take me to the bedroom,” I whispered.

Gabe looked up at me, with lust-filled eyes. Then he lifted me up, carrying me across the house and toward the master bedroom at the opposite end. He set me down on the floor in front of the bed and then undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall off of his shoulders.

Something about the way he looked when he was just wearing dress slacks turned me on beyond belief. It made me feel so naughty, like I had convinced him to get undressed after a business meeting or something.

“Why do you have to be so sexy?” I whispered.

Gabe half-smiled, then stepped close to me. His hands landed on my hips and he gripped the material of my dress, causing it to slide upward on my thighs. I loved it when he wanted me like this, and each time we had had sex since we started dating, I began to see this side of him more and more.

“We both know that I’m not the sexy one here,” he responded, bringing his lips to the outside of my neck.

My jaw dropped as Gabe nibbled at the sensitive skin just below my ear. It sent goose bumps popping up over my body. He knew that I loved it when he did it. It was one thing that would send me over the top every time.

While he kissed and nipped at my neck, I pulled my dress down and stepped out of it, rendering me nearly naked with the exception of my panties and bra. When Gabe pulled away, the expression on his face was priceless. He was practically drooling over me. He didn’t say anything, he just brought his lips to mine and we enjoyed an electrifying kiss. My hands drifted all over his upper body. His skin, his muscles, his scent; all of it turned me on. It made me ache for him and caused me to become wet with craving.

I reached forward and undid Gabe’s belt, letting his pants drop to his ankles. Then I placed my fingers over the bulge that had grown under his boxer/briefs. He was so hard already. He let out a guttural moan and gently broke our kiss as I dragged my fingertips over the front of his underwear, focusing on his sensitive tip.

He exhaled, looking into my eyes as I touched him. Then he reached forward and unclasped my bra, exposing my front. He fondled my chest and at the same time, leaned in to kiss my nipples. My body exploded with pleasure, as he used his magnificent tongue in just the right way, causing the sensitive nubs atop my breasts to grow firm.

“Gabe,” I whispered.

I wanted to feel him. So I pulled down his underwear with one hand and then gripped his shaft. He let out another moan as I stroked his length, all the way from his base to his tip.

“Oh, my God,” he growled.

Gabe slipped my panties off and then placed his hands over my bare behind. He took a step forward and I felt him slide between my thighs. The friction from the top of his cock created a burst of pleasure and a gasp escaped my throat. With just another step forward, Gabe laid me down on top of the bed. He was fully erect, just outside of my sex. It was beyond tempting to just let him go ahead, but I knew we needed to play it safe.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

He quickly grabbed a condom from his dresser and slipped it on. He resumed his position immediately.

I reached forward and gripped his shaft, pulling him inside of me. As he entered, a deep wave of ecstasy filled me from head to toe, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head and my back to arch.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes…”

For some reason, the pleasure was even more intense than any other time we’d had sex up to that point. Maybe it was because of the sexual tension that had built up during dinner? Or maybe I was just falling for the guy and the emotional bond we had created made the sex that much more amazing? I didn’t know. All that I was certain of was that something about
this
time was even more passionate and incredible than the others.

Gabe bucked his hips forward, entering me fully with each press of his body. My back was arched as he increased pace, pounding me hard and filling me with a rush of bliss.

This is exactly what I wanted all evening. I could have probably skipped dinner and gone straight to this.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me even deeper and causing the intensity to increase. I let out a squeal with each of his powerful thrusts, unable to contain myself. It felt too amazing. It was more than just physical pleasure, though. There was a connection between us that seemed to become expressed more fully when we made love. Sex with Gabe was distinctly different than any other sex I had ever had.

When I opened my eyes, I took a moment to just admire him. The way his muscles flexed with his movements and the intense look of lust in his green eyes. I still found it hard to believe that I had landed such a sexy man. I must have done something right at some point in my life.

The position felt amazing, but I wanted more. I wanted him in every way, not just like this. It was one of those nights when I was just feeling naughty and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Baby, let me turn around,” I said.

Gabe slowed his pace and then nodded. As soon as he pulled out, I flipped around and bent over in front of him. He stepped forward, gripping my hips with both hands as he entered me once more to resume the pleasure.

“Oh, God, yes,” I muttered.

This position felt even more incredible. I loved how his strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his length. It made me feel like he was in control and there was something about that I really enjoyed during sex. There were times when I liked being the one in charge, but this wasn’t one of them. I wanted him to take the lead.

My breasts swayed underneath me to the cadence of our lovemaking. I pressed against him, enjoying the way his body slammed against mine, each plunge delivering another deep wave of ecstasy. My body was on fire. Every cell exploded with sensation. My hands trembled as they gripped the pillow in front of me. I was overflowing with euphoria and I had to remind myself to breath.

It came on quickly, almost unexpectedly fast. But the next thing I knew, I was climaxing. I closed my eyes and buried my face into the pillow, letting out a low moan as I rode the roller coaster up, feeling the intensity of the pleasure peak. I trembled over Gabe’s cock as a deep satisfaction filled me from head to toe. I noticed every inch of him now, as the orgasm had made me temporarily more sensitive down there.

When my breathing returned to normal, I looked over my shoulder. Gabe had desire written on over his face, as his hands moved upward along my back. He then slowed his pace down and finally pulled out.

“The shower,” he said. “I want you in the shower.”

I flipped over, letting out a soft giggle.

“You’re so bad,” I flirted.

Gabe growled playfully and then lifted me up, carrying me straight to the oversized shower. He turned on the water and we stepped inside. Gabe didn’t hesitate. He turned me around so that my back was facing him and then gently pressed onto my shoulders. I bent over slightly, holding myself up against the tile wall as the hot water poured around us.

Within a moment, he was back inside. I let out a groan as the pleasure rose in me once again. This was the first time we’d done anything like this in the shower, but I liked it. It was unconventional and sexy. It was new and adventurous.

Gabe’s hands slid over my skin, which was now slick with water. He touched my breasts, gliding his fingers over them as they swayed below me. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before I heard Gabe let out groan. I looked over my shoulder, watching his face contort and flush as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was about to climax.

An animal-sounding grunt escaped his lips and immediately after, he pressed into me and held himself there. His length trembled inside as he released all of the sexual energy that he had repressed the entire evening. The erotic tension was liberated in one glorious climax. It took a moment, but Gabe finally opened his eyes and drew in a breath. His orgasm made him look gazed, yet extremely content.

I spun around and placed my hands onto his shoulders, giving him a sensual kiss. When I pulled away, I looked him in the eyes. “We should do the shower thing more often. I like this.”

Gabe’s hands moved up and down my sides as the water poured around us.

“Yes, we definitely should,” he agreed, with a playful smirk.

We finished our shower and then got out. I wrapped myself up in one of Gabe’s comfy white towels, and then went to the bedroom. We curled up on the bed together and turned on the TV. One the first station was some reality show that neither of us cared about, but we didn’t bother to change it. It wasn’t what was on the TV that mattered anyway. I only cared that I was laying there with Gabe to watch it. That was enough.