I'Ve Got You (15 page)

‘Babe …' he whispered, a hot smile on his handsome face. He lifted his head and looked down at where his body joined with hers, watching as she slid up and down on him. ‘Fuck,' he growled.

‘Yes … Kabe yes.' She ground her hips down, while he pushed up with his.

Kabe took her hands and brought them down to his shoulders so he could reach her breasts. Finding her nipples with his tongue, he sucked one into his mouth then the other.

‘Oh God,' Belle cried out. The sensation zipped straight from her nipple to her belly and bellow to her sex. She grabbed his hair, pulled him up and kissed him hard, their bodies intertwined. A giddy sense of sweet heat flooded the velvety swell of her groin and radiated out to her thighs, legs and toes until she could barely stand it.

‘Kabe …' Belle cried out urgently, ‘do it now.'

Staying inside her, he rolled over, taking her with him, and suddenly she was on her back and he was on top. ‘Oh yes,' Belle gasped. She drew her legs up and locked her feet around his hips; with every thrust, she pulled him in harder. She groaned into his mouth as he plunged, faster, deeper, wilder. Hands planted in the mattress and biceps bulging, he supported his body over her and ran his tongue over her nipples and gently nipped the sensitive bud then took it in his mouth and sucked.

Riding her, grinding his hips, Kabe drove her towards ecstasy again. Her body trembled with another orgasm building inside her to the point where it was within her grasp, but teased her at the edge of coming.

‘Kabe …' she pleaded, her voice urgent.

‘You're so fucking beautiful!' Kabe voice rumbled against her chest. ‘I'm going to make you come again, Belle.' He slammed in deep and ground his hips against her.

Eyes on his, half-closed and smouldering with hunger, she dug her fingers into his butt, as an all-consuming orgasm pulsed through her, again, and again, it went on, her sex clutching his cock. Never losing eye contact, which was so unbelievably hot.

Kabe shoved his head in her neck, his lips and tongue sliding over her skin, teeth grazing her flesh. He started moving again, hips bucking, slowly at first, then harder and faster

Belle looked into his dark eyes and knew he was close. Then, hands under her knees he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, and clutching her hips, thrust in again, and again.

Still aglow with her lingering orgasm, she panted, ‘Oh yes, even better.' He filled her, pounding into her. One more thrust, he planted deep, held himself still, and then in sweet agony, called out, ‘
Belle!
'

He took her mouth, rough and wet, while throbbing deep inside her, and she couldn't help but smile into his kiss.

Kabe rolled to his side taking Belle with him, holding her tight against him. She snuggled in and savoured every moment of the afterglow. Her heart, mind and body sang. Kabe had pulled her back together, completely.

‘Belle, how're you doing?' he murmured.

How on earth could she possibly describe what she'd just experienced? In a daze, she lifted her chin and fixed her eyes on his; time stretched as Kabe patiently waited for her answer.

‘Belle?' he whispered, hands on her face as he studied her.

She focused. ‘I—I feel like laughing and crying, all at the same time. I feel as light as a feather, yet I can't move a muscle.'

Slowly, Kabe relaxed and kissed a tear that trailed from the corner of her eye. ‘You had me worried for a minute.'

‘Why?'

‘Thought maybe it was too soon after Lexie and your talk …' he trailed off.

‘Hell no. This was perfect. I'm in lo—heaven.' She'd almost said
love
.

He didn't miss her near slip. Fighting a smile, he gave her a meaningful look and tightened his hold.

‘What about you? How do you feel?' she dared ask.

‘I can't possibly describe what we just experienced, am still experiencing, and
will
for the rest of my life. And I know what you mean, I can't move either.'

For the rest of his life?
She hardly dare think he felt the same.

‘Sorry,' Kabe apologised, ‘what just happened means more than that. I've just lost my mind, can't talk, can't stop smiling. You belly danced on my hips, my cock inside you. My life has changed forever. And that's it, from now on, we don't leave this bed.' When he turned to look at her the jokes were gone, replaced with a depth of tenderness she'd seen on his face a few times now. He was and always would be a beautiful man. ‘You're mine now,' he went on. ‘You realise that, don't you?' he stated firmly.

‘Um … what do you mean by that, exactly?'

He slipped an arm around her waist and tugged her onto her side, facing him. ‘You and me, we're a team.' His hand came up to smooth hair from her face. ‘I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to spend my days with you. Fool around with you and kiss you goodnight. Turn around during the night, find you and curl my body around yours. Slide my hands over your skin; kiss your skin. Take you into the shower, wash you, feel you.'

‘Oh …' Belle sighed. Thank God she was lying down, because what he said next rocked her world anew.

‘Move in with me,' he stated, driving what he said home by tightening his arms around her.

‘What?' she felt her eyes widen in shock, and she couldn't get enough oxygen into her constricted lungs. ‘I … I don't know what to say,' Belle told him honestly.

‘That's okay, I can wait.' Kabe lightly stroked her back. ‘You're shivering!'

‘Seems I can't stop,' she said on a nervous giggle.

‘It's not cold, so something has freaked you out. Is it me? Am I moving too fast?'

‘Could be, but then again, maybe not. I'll be blunt.' Belle watched his face closely in case he didn't want blunt. On Kabe's nod, she forged ahead. ‘I'm scared.' He opened his mouth to speak; she touched a finger to his lips. ‘Remember that cliff I felt I was going to fall off? That hasn't changed, I'm hanging on by my fingernails. To everyone around, I look fine and in control, but inside I'm a nervous wreck. And it's not
you
necessarily that's making me feel this way. Although …' Belle closed her eyes, concentrated on forcing her body to still and quit shivering, which kind of worked. ‘No, ignore that. I've felt like this for a while, since Annaliese, except more stuff keeps piling on. Greg and his insane mind games. My parents— I'm starting to think they need to back off, on a few levels. Pop, who's alone on an island when I know he used to love socialising. So for all Lexie and my arguments that he should be able to stay there and live his life as he sees fit, I feel something is wrong, but I don't know what, and it's driving me nuts.'

Kabe looked down at her and waited.

‘What?' Belle shrugged.

‘You're not giving me all of it.' His chin dropped and his dark, knowing eyes fixed on hers. ‘Babe … ?' His arm around her waist flexed, which was his way of prompting that he wanted to know everything.

She studied him, and saw in his eyes, in his warm but determined face, that he wasn't going to back down. It was time to open up and get this out of the way as well. ‘I want this with you so much it hurts.' She barely got that out as her throat tightened, then tears stung, welling in her eyes and Kabe's face blurred. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. ‘God! I hate this … Ms Blubber Arse is at it again.'

‘Belle …' Kabe's voice was quiet, husky. ‘Don't be afraid. It'll be good. I know what I want … and it's you.' His hand went to her neck; his splayed fingers went into her hair.

‘But what if you get bored … with me?' Dare she say what was bothering her and risk him getting pissed off … or not?

He narrowed his eyes, and turned his head to the ceiling perhaps looking for patience. He turned back to face her. ‘Let's analyse this, shall we?' His lips briefly touched her mouth. ‘Looking for trouble? Gossip will get you there. Remember?' Kabe waited. Belle thought it prudent at this point to nod. ‘There's nothing more boring than a panting tourist wanting to lay the skipper. It's not sexy, it's not what turns me on. Men do it to get off, that's all.' Belle froze and felt her eyes go round. ‘I'm being blunt, I know, but maybe this way it will sink in. Only you can turn me on. As in
on
.' He pressed his erection into her belly. ‘See what I mean?' he said, his thumb slowly sliding against her cheek, then took her hand and place it on his chest. ‘Feel that.' His heart thumped hard and fast. ‘That's me worrying you might take off because you can't handle me on a boat with a bunch of female tourists.'

‘Oh …' And damn it, he might be right because now she felt guilty.

Kabe lifted the sheet to cover them and tugged her into his hips. ‘You are all that matters to me. I've known this since I was in high school. Just needed reminding. Needed you to come back, and light up my life.'

‘Oh …' Belle breathed, not knowing what to say to that, except she liked it, a lot.

* * *

Belle flung her arm out wide, expecting to find Kabe, but his side of the bed was empty. Disappointed, she listened for bathroom shower noises … nothing. Eyes aching, she squinted against the morning sun, and peered through the double glass doors. He wasn't outside either. Head thumping, she tottered to the bathroom. Showered and moisturised, she found a red and black sarong lying across the end of the bed for her, and wrapped it halter-style around herself. Barefoot, she walked outside and the glaring light of a sunny day made her eyes ache. She carefully moved to a small paved area and sat on the wooden porch-swing. Pushing her toes against the tiles, she set the seat in motion, lulling her, but not her headache.

Movement on the garden's path caught Belle's eye; she turned to see Kabe coming towards her, barefoot. He'd showered, shaved, and pushed the damp hair off his face; a few drying curls had already sprung free. A white linen short-sleeved shirt, open all the way, billowed out to reveal his flat muscled torso. Fine hair feathered down and disappeared into a pair of pale grey low-riding cargo shorts. God, she loved using her mouth all over that fantastic body. Belle couldn't keep her eyes off him. Besides, what idiot would look the other way when someone like Kabe Hunter headed towards them?

Her pulse increased with every step that brought him closer; unfortunately so did her headache.

Kabe's smiling eyes met hers, and then his gaze lazily drifted over her. And Bell's body tingled. Damn, he was good.

‘You look … stunning,' he said. ‘Hungry?' he asked and held his hand out for her.

Belle took it, stood, then held her head and moaned. ‘Do I have to eat?'

‘That bad, huh?'

‘Got a gun?'

Kabe's affectionate chuckle almost made her smile, but she felt if she did even her teeth would hurt.

She leant against his chest and inhaled deeply, taking her fill of his soapy freshness.

His arms came around to massage her shoulders and neck, slowly sweeping down to her hips and bottom, where they stalled, felt around, searching. ‘Fuck!' he grated low, kneading his fingers into her cheeks. ‘No undies. Come back inside and I'll fix your headache.'

‘What a good idea, massage first,' she purred, smiling up at him.

A distant voice sang out, ‘Where is everyone? Breakfast is on.'

‘Later, Belle, I promise.' Kabe nipped her ear and gave her bottom one last feel. ‘Woman, you make it hard on a man,' he said, looking as if his grin was a painful one.

‘Really?' she said sweetly, then gave him a slow smouldering smile. ‘How hard?'

His eyebrows shot up. ‘Hard enough to hurt.'

‘Ooh, sorry. I was thinking out loud. I must tell myself to behave.'

‘Trust me … never,
ever
behave with me. Be a bad girl whenever you get the urge,' he drawled, eyes following his fingers as they trailed down her cheek. ‘Okay, this'll keep, breakfast awaits,' he said and, with his hand on the small of her back, he urged her forward.

But his hand roamed; playing with her arse he made throaty noises of pleasure with every step she took. Under the dappled light of the pergola, he hooked her chin with his thumb and forefinger and turned her to face him. ‘Come here,' he murmured. Closing in, he kissed her mouth, tenderly at first.

Belle's immediate response was to slide her hands up his hard chest, around his neck and into his curly hair; she loved how the silky strands slid through her fingers. Kabe angled his head for better access to her mouth and she pressed her body hard against his, letting herself fall into Kabe's embrace. His shoulders curled around her as his hands, fingers splayed, caressed her back all the way down until he reached her bottom.

‘Fuck, I love the feel of your arse.' His splayed hands circled her cheeks, then firmly taking hold, he pulled her into his hips. ‘After aspirin and breakfast, I want to make you feel better, give you a nice massage, hmm?' His arms tightened around her almost lifting her off the ground, as he said in a throaty voice, ‘You, me, my room, comfy bed, cool sheets.'

‘Oh, God yes, massage … your hands all over me …
hmm
, love it,' Belle purred.

‘Hi kiddo!' a woman's rich voice sang out behind them. ‘Who've you got there?'

‘Jesus Christ!' Kabe froze, shoved his face in Belle's neck and mumbled, ‘My mum.'

‘
Aaahhh!
' Belle squealed, grabbing his hands and moving them to her waist.

Kabe turned holding Belle in front of him. Marilyn hadn't changed much over the years, except her wild, curly hair was now grey, and elegantly cut to just below her ears. She wore white Capri pants and an apricot singlet under a white linen shirt. Her shoes were gorgeously embroidered Moroccan slip-ons with a low heel.

The bulge in Kabe's shorts pressed into the cleft of Belle's bottom. He whispered in her ear, ‘Don't move, you'll only make me harder.'