Rainwater Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (10 page)

"I'm not sure I'm going to be
very good at this, Owen. I'm not good at selling things," I said softly.
"I was the kid in elementary school whose parents ended up buying
subscriptions to ten magazines and paying for entire boxes of candy bars
because I couldn't get anyone else to buy them."

"Kaylee, you are beautiful and
smart. You're easy to talk to and you can carry a conversation. You're perfect
for this." Owen reached out and touched my hand, his confidence in me
surging through our skin. I felt my cheeks redden at the compliments.

"Thank you. I just don't want
to embarrass you. Or Jack's company."

"You could never embarrass
me," Owen said softly, his eyes intent on mine. I felt another blush sear
through my cheeks.

The waiter returned and Owen
released my hand. The empty cheese plate was taken away and replaced with
dessert and cups of coffee. A dark chocolate torte with a raspberry glaze for
me and a deceptively simple peach tart for Owen sat like presents before us.
I'm pretty sure I died and went to heaven with the first bite, and then again
with every bite after.

"I'll do my best with the
sheik, but I can't make any promises," I told Owen once the dessert was
gone. I seriously considered licking my plate but decided that I was in too
nice of a place to do so.

"I just want you to be you,
Kaylee. I know you are going to be amazing," Owen said, his voice full of
trust. I smiled and sipped on my coffee, a little nervous. I didn't want to let
him down.

"If this all goes well, it
would be really good for Jack's company, wouldn't it?" I asked.

Owen nodded. "It would be
huge. I mean, Jack's company is already successful, but this would increase our
market share by another third."

I felt a pressure settle on my
shoulders. I knew that this was not my responsibility, but I wanted to make
sure I helped Owen as much as possible. I was going to be the perfect dinner
guest, even if I had to fake every word. I wasn't going to let Owen down.

"Brandy or cognac, mademoiselle?"

I startled slightly at the waiter's
question, lost deep in my thoughts of being a good dinner guest.

"Cognac, please." I
glanced at Owen and he hid a smile at my startle.

"Thinking much?" he
chided softly. I stuck my tongue out at him before I remembered that we were at
a very fancy restaurant.

"Just trying to figure out
some witty banter for the sheik."

"Don't think too hard."
Owen sipped at his own cognac, the corners of his mouth twitching with
amusement. I wanted to stick my tongue out at him again, but I refrained this
time. Barely.

"I guess I just need someone
to practice my witty banter with. Maybe I can get that waiter to come
back," I teased, pretending to look around for the waiter.

Owen chuckled softly; I loved that
noise. It was a masculine laughter that suited him so well. I could listen to
him laugh like that all day.

"Y
ou want to take a walk
around the park?" Owen asked when we returned to the hotel. I glanced up
at the darkening sky, then out toward the trees. Green sprouts were just
starting to form on the bare branches, in wait of spring showers to nourish
them. The sky was dark, but it still looked like we had some time before the
rain would hit.

"Sure," I answered. Owen
grinned, and grabbed my hand and the two of us practically skipped hand in hand
into the park. We found a path that meandered through the trees, the two of us
just quietly taking it all in. From the corner of my eye I could see his
bodyguard shadowing us silently. I ignored him, instead just focusing on being
with Owen. I loved the way his hand felt in mine—strong and warm, protective
and secure. I loved the way he smelled like a clear spring in winter and the
way he wrapped me up in his arms. Just thinking of being held in his arms made
me squeeze his hand a little tighter, glad just to be with him.

A hotdog stand resided off the
path, a bright yellow umbrella over a light brown cart. The smell of cooking
meat wafted through the air, and even though we had just finished a satisfying
gourmet meal, my stomach rumbled. Owen gave me a surprised look at how loudly
my stomach had growled.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Maybe a little. I didn't eat
much today, so even though the food was amazing, the serving size was a little
small," I said sheepishly. Owen squeezed my hand.

"I can go for a snack myself.
I've never eaten there, but it is supposed to be the fanciest place in town, so
I thought I should take you. You deserve the best."

A flood of warm fuzzies flowed
through me at his words. No only did he love me, he really liked me too.

"Can I buy you a hotdog?"
I asked as Owen's stomach growled in response to mine.

"You don't have to buy me a
hotdog. I'll get it. I don't know if you know this, but I'm kind of rich,"
he whispered theatrically in my ear as we approached the small stand. I gave
him a playful push, pulling out some money from inside my dress. Owen raised
his eyebrow as he looked down the top of my dress to where I had stashed my ID
and a little money.

"I know, but you bought
dinner. Let me get the hotdogs."

"Like I can say no to you
anyway," he said, shaking his head with a good-natured laugh.

I paid the man for two hotdogs, and
together we ate them as we walked through the park. Owen pretended to bump into
me as we walked, and I bumped back into him, both of us laughing under our
breath as we tried to maintain the illusion that it was always an accident.

Thunder rumbled, and Owen turned us
back toward the hotel. The clouds overhead were starting to get darker and more
angry looking by the minute. I wasn't sure just how much longer they were going
to hold back before letting loose.

We had just passed by the hotdog
stand again when a crack of thunder made me jump. Owen laughed and pulled me
close to him, draping his arm around my shoulder. I smiled up at him and felt
something wet land on my cheek. I touched it with my fingertips, confused for a
moment until a second heavy drop landed square on my nose. Owen and I looked
right at one another with realization that it was raining just as the down pour
started.

It was as if someone had turned on
the shower faucet, the rain starting quicker than either of us could have
expected. We ran for the nearest trees, but their bare branches offered no
protection from the sudden deluge. I shivered, the two of us already completely
soaked by the sudden microburst. Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and
wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body.

I reached up, wrapping my hand
around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the
taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of
his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet
hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his
chest defying the cold of the rain.

We stood there, kissing in the rain
as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the
pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees.
I was enjoying the taste of rainwater kisses too much to stop.

"We need to get you
inside," Owen whispered, pulling himself away. I realized I was shaking
like a leaf, my teeth chattering with the cold. He rubbed his hands up and down
on my arms, trying to get some warmth back into them before grabbing my hand
and pulling me toward the hotel.

It was only a short walk, and we
reached the lobby right as another boom of thunder shook the city. I caught my
reflection in the elevator door as Owen whisked me up to our room. My lips were
blue and my hair was wet, but thankfully my waterproof mascara was holding. My
dress was quickly becoming transparent, the water soaking through the white
fabric and making it stick to my legs. Luckily, Owen's jacket kept most of me
covered, but the dress made me look like I was turning into something that
belonged in the water. I gave my reflection a smile, pleased to find I looked
more like a sea-soaked mermaid than a drowned rat.

Owen opened the door, and we
stepped inside. The balcony doors had been thrown open by the wind, the
curtains billowing in gusts. Owen went to close them, but I caught his arm. I
didn't want to wait a second longer to have him. His white dress shirt was
plastered against his skin, the water making it almost translucent. I could see
the gentle slopes and lines of his muscles highlighted by the wet cloth,
everything in perfect proportion.

"Leave it open," I
whispered, dropping the jacket off my shoulders and reaching to him for a kiss.
He wrapped his arms around me, the wet fabric of his shirt cold at first, but
heating quickly as his body flared with desire.

I fumbled with the buttons on his
shirt, the cold making my fingers clumsy. He growled and ripped it apart,
sending buttons flying through the air. Owen stripped the wet dress shirt from
his skin, every inch of his toned chest and arms glistening with the dampness.
I licked my lip, biting the bottom one and reaching for him again. His skin was
cold, in perfect contrast with the fire that burned inside of me.

The doors banged against their
hinges as a cold spray from the storm blew in, but I didn't care. How could I
care with a man as attractive as Owen standing half-naked in front of me. His
eyes met mine, dark and hungry, a need filling them to the point of pain. He
pressed his mouth against mine, his lips cool but his tongue hot. The contrast
was startling and wonderful, making me ache to take him completely inside me.

I nibbled my way along his jawline,
feeling his shoulders flex beneath my fingers, a small moan of want escaping
his perfect lips. I kissed his Adam's apple, down the the strong curve of his
collarbone, down to one hard, erect nipple. He groaned slightly, tangling his
fingers in my hair as I took it in my mouth. It was rock solid from the cold,
and I could only imagine the pleasure my hot mouth was sending through him as I
flicked it with my tongue.

Slowly, I worked my way lower,
kneeling in front of the bulge growing in his pants. With a wicked grin, I
looked up and worked the zipper down on his dress pants. As the button came
loose in my hands, his manhood stood ready for me. Inching the wet pants off
his sculpted ass, followed quickly by his boxers and socks, I soon had him
completely naked in front of me.

I stared at his perfection. The
rain gleamed on his muscles, tiny drops of water that I envied for being able
to touch him so closely.

"Kaylee..." I loved the
way my name sounded on his lips, his voice thrillingly gruff. I looked up at
him through my eyelashes, watching his face react to sheer pleasure as I took
him into my mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, his eyes closing and his
fingers grabbing at my hair. I rocked gently back and forth, sucking and
licking, enjoying the taste of his skin. He seemed to grow in my mouth,
swelling with a need only I could meet.

He pulled up gently on my hair as I
stopped to take a breath, coaxing me to my feet. He gave me an appreciative
smile before a concerned look took over his face.

"Kaylee, you're
shivering." He ran his hands up and down along my bare skin, goosebumps covering
every inch. I wasn't sure if I was shivering from the cold, or from pure desire
making me vibrate with need.

"We need to warm you up,"
he said softly, an eager grin spreading across his face. "Let's get you
out of those wet clothes."

Strong fingers slid the straps of
my soaked dress from my shoulders, a sheen of wetness coating my entire body.
Slowly, so slowly I almost begged him to go quicker so I could touch him again,
he peeled my dress from my body, followed by the sheer panties. Inch by inch he
worked the wet fabric down, caressing every part of my skin until I was bare
and trembling before him. With every stroke, warm tendrils of sensation swirled
across my chilled skin.

My teeth started chattering,
despite my best efforts to stop them. My desire was red hot, but my body was
chilled to the bone. Owen effortlessly swept me into his arms, and in three
steps we were in the marble bathroom, the usually cold tile feeling warm
against my frozen feet as Owen gently set me down.

He stepped into the giant glass
shower, his ass just begging to be spanked. I reached out to touch it, giving
the firm muscle a good squeeze. He tightened, showing off the full strength of
his ass. A thrill of anticipation surged through me. The water hissed as Owen
stepped back out, letting the shower get to full heat. In one smooth motion, he
closed the bathroom door and pulled me close to him. Steam was already
beginning to condense on the mirror, the room growing warm.

"Now, where were we?" he
whispered into my ear, his hand tracing the line of my shoulder. I kissed him,
showing him exactly where we had left off. He kissed me again, a
no-holds-barred kiss that rocked my world. My body shifted from rainwater ice
to shower steam hot, the fire within me begging to be quenched by him.

He continued trailing down my arm,
his fingers tracing the hollow of my elbow before making the leap to my ribs.
With eyes intent on mine, he cupped my breast in his hand, strumming the erect
nipple with his thumb. Desire thrummed through me, vibrating my body as though
I were a guitar string. He kissed me again, sending me straight to heaven as he
played my body like a musical instrument.

"Owen...please, I need
you," I gasped. I ached in only a way he could soothe.

With a low animal growl he picked
me up and placed me on the edge of the sink. The room was thick with steam, the
white mist swirling around the room and fogging the mirror. Owen stood before
me, his manhood ready to take me. I guided him in, gasping at the wonderful
sensation as he filled me to breaking. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him
deeper and deeper into me.

I dug my nails into his back as he
thrust, his ass flexing and releasing against my calf muscles. My moans echoed
through the marble bathroom, begging him for more. A sheen of sweat broke out
across his brow as his muscles worked.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me
off the sink, flipping me around. My hands went to the mirror to steady myself
as he pulled my hips back toward him. He was within me again in a moment, his
face reflecting pure lust in the fogged mirror. His hands went to the mirror as
he pressed his body against mine, pushing and pulling, the two of us working in
tandem to create pure bliss.

Owen's speed increased, his hips
bucking back and forth, putting his hands on my hips to guide me where he
wanted. The heat of his hands, the motion of his hips, the breathless groans of
delight were sending me toward climax. I could tell he was climbing with me,
the two of us crashing into sweet oblivion at the same time.

His thrusting slowed, and my body
trembled from pleasure rather than cold. I felt like I might never stop shaking
and I was all right with that. Owen turned me toward him, wrapping his arms
around me and kissing me deeply.

"You're still too cold,"
he said with a grin, gently pushing me toward the steaming glass shower. I
stepped inside, letting the hot water sluice down my body. My feet burned a
little as the lingering cold finally escaped my flesh. Owen closed the glass
door behind him, looking me up and down with obvious approval.

"What?" I asked, catching
the hot water in my hands and pouring it over my shoulders.

"You are just so damn
beautiful," he said softly, the word beautiful echoing off the glass
walls. "Turn around."

I turned so I was facing the shower
head, a blush heating my face from the compliment. When Owen said I was
beautiful, I believed him.

Owen placed one hand on my bicep,
wrapping the other around to my front. I moaned softly as he explored my
feminine folds, questing for my pleasure center. He found it quickly, letting
out a raw sound of male appreciation at my wetness. Using soft circles, he
began to massage and tease, coaxing me toward bliss. I leaned back into him,
letting myself get lost in the moment.

"You are so incredibly
sexy," he whispered, his lips brushing against my shoulder and adding to
the fabulous sensations coursing through my body. "You turn me on so much.
I love the way you taste."

My body started to tremble, his
words and fingers sending me to the point of no return. He kept whispering in
my ear, "You feel so tight and amazing. You feel so good. Come for me,
Kaylee."

With a cry, my body shuddered, the
lights swirling into a kaleidoscope of color and pleasure. My knees buckled,
unable to support the sheer volume of bliss coursing through me. Owen held me
up, his fingers still working their magic, making my body vibrate with bliss.