Waterfall Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (Saltwater Kisses Book 8) (17 page)

I lifted my gaze, making sure his blue eyes were with me as I leaned forward and tasted him. His skin was velvet beneath my lips. He groaned, every muscle tightening as he struggled to stay seated.

“Charlotte,” he whispered, lust breaking his voice into a growl. “You don't have to do this.”

I raised my chin. “You just need to relax. You've had a long day and need to unwind.” With that, I tipped my head back down, running my tongue up his entire length and loving the way he trembled at my touch. He stilled, a deep groan of pleasure vibrating through him.

Spurred on by his reaction and the surprising pleasure I was getting from having him under my control, I swiped my tongue across his broad head, greedily licking and tasting every inch of him. I used my tongue to explore him, to caress his rock hard length. His hips bucked and his hands went to my hair, tangling in it and guiding me to where he wanted.

I let him guide my motions, keeping my mouth and tongue busy on his pleasure as he rocked his hips upward. I could see his washboard abs tighten with every thrust. The muscled V pointing down to his crotch was tight as he clenched it in absolute delight. His rumble of pleasure echoed through the room as I swirled my tongue around him.

“Oh, Charlotte...” I'd never heard his voice so close to breaking as he let his head fall back with ecstasy. The heat between my own thighs intensified as he groaned. “I won't last much longer with you doing that.”

If my mouth wasn't so busy, I would have grinned. I loved that I could tip him over the edge so easily. “Let me.”

“Not yet. Not, until I've had my turn.” He pulled back gently on my hair, pulling my mouth off of him. “Stand up.”

Pouting, I didn't stop. I rather liked the idea of getting him off only with the skill of my tongue, but he just tugged a little harder on my hair until I complied. Standing before him, he looked me up and down, lust pouring from his every glance.

“Take the dress off,” he commanded, his voice low and powerful. I swallowed once, not sure if I was ready to give in to him. I wanted to go back to my knees and finish what I had started. He stood up, towering over me, eyes dark and powerful. “Take the dress off,” he repeated

There was no way I could resist him. I reached for the hem and slowly pulled the sundress up and over my head. His eyes dilated at the sight of my curves still in my swimsuit. He reached out his hand, slowly caressing the curve of my hip. His hand didn't stop there, though. He reached up, untying the back tie of my top. With a quick movement, he had my bra off and on the floor.

He palmed my breast, his big hand caressing my skin. I loved how rough the pads of his fingers were on the sensitive flesh. He leaned forward, tipping his head to take one piqued nipple into his mouth. Teeth softly teased the delicate tissue even tighter and I gasped. My body was aflame with just his touch.

He chuckled as I moaned, arching my back into his face and silently asking for more. “Go lie down,” he whispered. “There's more I want to do to you.”

I shivered, wondering what beautiful torture he could have planned for me. I stepped back, taking one step before turning to go run to the bed as he had commanded. He caught my arm and grinned, reaching forward and smoothly undoing the side string to the bottom of my bikini.

I stepped forward, the bottoms falling off effortlessly and grinned at him. I loved the way his breath caught as he watched my naked body sashay to the bed where I spread myself out for his delight.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He stood at the foot of the bed and stared for a moment before stripping off his shirt and leaving it laying on the floor. “It isn't fair to make someone as beautiful as you.”

I blushed, feeling the heat creep down my bare chest. Leo's compliments always felt more real to me than anyone else's. I looked up at him, naked in the dark of the room. He was so damn handsome and virile that I ached to feel him within me. The need growing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

“Leo,” I whimpered. “Don't make me wait.”

“Hold onto the headboard,” he commanded. I reached up, stretching my body out for his viewing pleasure. I flushed with delight at his sudden intake of breath. His cock jumped, ready to take me right there.

He put one knee on the bed, spreading my legs as he climbed onto the bed. With one knee firmly placed at my groin, he traced the curve of my breast with his fingers. I groaned, arching my hips up as his fingers left magic trails of want across my skin. He pressed his knee higher, giving me something hard to rock against as he touched me. I was already dripping wet with desire, but with his thigh between mine, I started to rock.

His hands came around the undersides of my breasts and cupped them together, creating cleavage. He dipped his head, bringing his lips back to my breasts and kissing them. His stubble rasped against my skin, adding a layer of sensation I wasn't ready for. He played with my nipples, rolling one between his fingers while nipping at the other with his teeth.

I brought my hands down to his head, feeling his hair slide through my fingers as I pressed his face into my chest for more.

“Nuh uh,” he said, shaking his head and repeating my phrase from earlier in the day. “Put your hands back up.”

I whimpered, but slowly raised them. Once my fingers latched around the headboard, he resumed his gentle touches. I closed my eyes, focusing only on keeping my arms above my head as he showered me with kisses.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, caressing each breast with the utmost care and love. His hand slipped down to my stomach, splaying out right before my mound. “So fucking beautiful.”

I arched my hips, wanting his fingers to touch me. His thigh was great for rocking against, but I knew his fingers could give me release. He chuckled, the sensual sound filling the room. Slowly, so slowly I was sure I would go insane, he slid his fingers further and further south.

“So wet,” he murmured, his fingers teasing with their feather light touch. “So damn perfect...”

The touch of his fingers against my sensitive flesh made it impossible to control the arch of my hips into his hand. A wordless cry of perfect wonder filled my throat as I rode on white lightning into beautiful oblivion at just Leo's touch. I'd never come so easily, and never just at a touch.

It was just what Leo did to me. I was built to respond to his touch without even trying.

Gasping for breath, wordless and lost to wonder, I barely noticed as Leo positioned himself at my entrance. His hands pinned my wrists to the headboard. I bucked my hips, silently begging to be filled with him. I needed him to be a part of me, to physically complete me.

He grit his teeth as he concentrated on going slow. Inch by fantastic inch, he pressed. I couldn't breathe at the sheer amount of pleasure ricocheting through my body. Every part of our bodies that touched singed with lust as he slowly filled me with himself.

He was gentle, concentrating on giving me pleasure. Slow, deep and smooth strokes to fill my every wish. Except, I wanted him. My pleasure would come with his.

“I'm yours, Leo,” I whispered, the words falling out without me even having to think. I had always been his. “Take me. Make me yours.”

His eyes flashed in the darkness with lust and love. “Oh, Charlotte...” he gasped, ramming the final few inches of himself as deep as he could go. “I don't deserve you...”

“More,” I begged. “I want all of you.”

He thrust hard and fast, his fingers tight on my wrists, almost to the point of pain as he levered and plunged with reckless abandon. He was filling himself on my body, losing himself to me. My hips and back undulated to his pattern, desperate to keep up with him.

I didn't let go of the headboard. I held on with my knuckles turning white as he filled me again and again. His mouth covered mine, kissing me and pulling me into him.

Every thrust was more powerful than the last. He drove into me with such heat and intensity that I could barely stand it. He was taking me in the most primal fashion I could imagine- using my body to satisfy his own. Pleasure coiled in my stomach, in the tips of my breasts, and seared down my backbone with such intense heat I was sure I was going to light the sheets on fire.

Each thrust brought me higher, brought him higher. I could feel him swell and I cried out, begging for more. I wanted to feel him move within me. I wanted him to bury his unrest in me and to still and let me carry whatever burden he had. I would do anything for Leo. Anything.

His breath came in quick, uneven gasps as his face twisted and grimaced with unbearable pleasure.

I could feel my own body react to his impending climax with one of my own. The way he swelled within me triggered something primal and needy. I contracted down on him, drawing him as deep within me as physically possible and still wanting more. With a wordless, guttural cry, he exploded. Inner muscles I didn't even know I had massaged him deeper, trying to keep him forever within me. I never wanted him to leave me.

The rough, ragged sound of his voice filled my ears like music. My name. My name was on his lips as he lost control of everything. His hips bucked and pushed, even as his cry faded.

Impossible pleasure rocked through me, so deep and pure I couldn't keep my eyes open. Every muscle clenched and relaxed, shaking and trembling with unadulterated pleasure. I'd never experienced anything so powerful. This was what it meant for two people to come together. This was what sex was supposed to be. A meeting and merging and pleasure so strong that it defied logic.

“I love you, Charlotte,” Leo gasped. He loosened his grip on my wrists, massaging them gently with his fingers. His eyes were dark pools that I wanted to swim in forever. I could see forever in his eyes and it was beautiful.

“I love you, Leo,” I whispered back, meaning it with every ounce of my being.

He leaned forward and kissed me and I knew that this was where I was always meant to be.

T
he room was full of sunlight, but empty of Leo.

My hand felt for him on his side of the bed before I opened my eyes, but I knew he was gone before ever stretching out my hand.

I sighed. When I slept with him, I didn't get the nightmares of being alone, but waking up by myself was almost as bad. I hated being alone more than anything.

With a groan, I rolled out of bed and opened a drawer to find something to wear. A pair of boxers and a clean white t-shirt that smelled like Leo were perfect pajamas.

I picked up my phone to check my schedule and found twelve new emails. I had work to do today, even though I really just wanted to take another day off.

Screw it,
I thought setting the phone back down on the nightstand,
I'm going back to bed. Maybe I'll go back to sleep and when I wake up Leo will be here.

It sounded like a solid plan. Avoidance and procrastination were always the best solutions in regards to work. Sometimes.

I had just snuggled back under the covers, tucking my head under the pillow, when the bedroom door opened.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Leo said, his voice warm and smooth like honey. That was the greeting I had been wanting earlier. It made waking up worth it. I popped my head out from under it's downy castle and saw that Leo had a tray. A tray with coffee and food. Leo grinned. “Breakfast awaits, madam.”

I moved the pillow behind me and scooted up in bed as Leo placed the tray over my lap. The smell of pancakes and bacon was overwhelming and my mouth started to water. He even had my coffee with two creams and sugars.

“You didn't have to do this,” I said, noticing that the tray came complete with a small vase holding a tropical flower. A happy warmth surged behind my breastbone.

“I know.” Leo shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching my reaction with a smile. “I wanted to.”

I grinned at him. No one had ever made me breakfast in bed. Ever. Not even Bastian. But it was something I had always wanted to experience. The idea of someone taking the time to prepare me food, and then bring it to me without having to be asked, or without me even having to crawl out of bed, was one of utter care. Only special people got breakfast in bed. Of course it would be Leo who would give that experience to me. There was a very good reason why I was in love with him.

“Are you going to eat?” I asked, pouring the pitcher of syrup all over the pancakes and letting it dribble onto the bacon. It was thick and heavy and I knew it had to be real maple syrup and not the knock off kind. Leo really was the best.

“I already ate. I woke up early,” he said with a shrug. “I couldn't sleep so I went for a run.”

I was too busy stuffing a bite of pancakes into my mouth to ask why he couldn't sleep. I had slept like the dead.

“So, I was thinking...” Leo ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end.

“Uh oh.” I dropped my fork. “That's not what a girl ever wants to hear after her boyfriend has done something nice.”

“This has nothing to do with that.” Leo chuckled, moving to sit beside me. He swiped a piece of bacon off my plate. “I think we should tell your brother about us.”

“I didn't know you had a death wish,” I replied with a grin. Inside, I was doing cartwheels. We were going to go public. Everyone would know. He could kiss me in front of Toby and it wouldn't matter. We could hold hands. We could go out on dates without having to sneak out of the house. It would be fantastic... if he survived my brother.

“You're worth it. Besides, I think it's time.” Leo ruffled his hair again. “I timed myself on my run this morning, and I'm pretty sure I'm faster than him.”

I giggled. “And you have Murdoch. I'm pretty sure Murdoch could take Eli, but if it's Bastian and Eli, you're screwed.”

“Wow. You're filling me with confidence.” He rolled his eyes.

I fiddled with my breakfast for a moment. “You remember what he did to my first boyfriend?”

“The one he caught coming out of your college dorm room at six am?” Leo let out a low whistle as he remembered. “He did not look good with a broken nose. Though, I wanted to beat the guy to a pulp, too. That smug smile still makes me want to hit him.”