Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) (13 page)

They are so intoxicating that I need to taste her again, need to taste where those words that make my heart stutter and my dick thicken, have come from.

If I could, I would lay her out across this back seat and finally make her completely, totally and utterly mine.

That’s going to have to wait though, I have a surprise for her back at the hotel and it’s not conducive to private lovemaking, plus when I do get her in my bed, she isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

I
nstead I place a gentle kiss on her lips and a sigh leaves my mouth, a sigh that tells of all the things I want to do to her and can’t.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you too.”

As soon as I get the last word out she’s out of my arms and straddling my lap. Then her soft lips and warm tongue devour me.

She owns this kiss, she controls this kiss and I can do nothing but submit. Fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.

I pull away gasping for air and smooth some errant strands of hair, out of her face and behind her ear. Her breathing is as ragged as mine and when she swipes her tongue across her already wet bottom lip; I have to physically stop myself from throwing her on her back and sinking into her addictive heat.

“I have a surprise for you back at the hotel.” My voice is hoarse, like I’ve marched through a desert and haven’t had a drink in days. The sound betrays just how parched I am for her.

Her eyelids lower a fraction, desire evident in their beguiling depths.

“A good surprise?” she emphasises the word
good
by grinding herself over the bulge in my jeans and my hands automatically grip her hips, wanting to encourage her movement but knowing I need to stop it all the same.

“Well, at the time I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m thinking it was an absolutely, fucking, stupid surprise.”

Confusion passes over her face, overriding the previous lust she openly displayed. She hesitates for a second before attempting to lift herself from my lap. My grip tightens and as much as it kills me and causes my dick to ache, wanting to free itself by punching its way out of my clothing, I still her, keeping her pressed tightly against the evidence of my desire.

“Hey…” I can see she thinks I was referring to us taking this further and not the three people I have waiting for our arrival, in my suite.

“I wasn’t talking about anything between us being stupid; in fact, it’s killing me that I have to stop myself from fucking you right here, right now.” I lift one hand from her hips and trace the outline of her face, pausing for a moment before running my fingers over her full, pouty lips.

“There’s a few people waiting for us that’s all, I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m not so sure.”

“Who’s waiting for us?” she seems genuinely perplexed, “I thought you said you had a day or two off, I thought I had you all to myself, finally.”

I want to laugh, I don’t think she realises she is sulking but fuck if it doesn’t look cute on her.

N
ormally any kind of pouty, girly shit would make me want to kick someone out of my bed but it just looks adorable on her and she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. It’s not in a pathetic, whiny way like some chicks do, she is genuinely disappointed that it’s not going to be just us and she can’t help but wear it all over her face.

Damn if that doesn’t make me want her even more.

“I think you’ll like it Emmy, I did it for you, I was trying to show you that I appreciate what you’ve given up to come and be with me. I only said it was stupid because I cannot keep my hands off you and I don’t want an audience.”

She blinks once and the pout evaporates from her face, a small smile replacing it.

“I’m sorry; I sound like a spoilt child. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.”

“Well I don’t know either but I know what is getting into you very soon.”

She smacks my shoulder and laughs.

“What? I’m being serious. Once you’ve seen your surprise and spent time with them, you and I have something that needs attending to.”

She laughs again before resting her forehead on mine and bewitching me with her smiling eyes.

“Next time no surprises Okay?”

“Oh trust me Emmy, I won’t be making the same mistake again.” I tip my head back and bang it against the headrest, causing her to laugh even more, the movement forcing her firm arse to bounce on all the right parts of me.

“Bloody hell Emmy, stop laughing please?” I groan. “My dick is attempting to fight its way out to meet you as it is, feeling your arse rub up and down all over it is fucking torture.”

Yeah you guessed it, she laughs even more.

A
fter the sexually frustrating limo ride, we get back to the hotel and I still haven’t let slip the surprise, even thought she tried her best to get it out of me.

We have to enter from the underground parking garage. The front of the hotel is under siege from VB fans, who are trying to get a glimpse of me, or my other co-stars, as we have all be booked into this place by Redlight Productions.

Security ushers us into a private lift and my nerves start to build with every floor we ascend.

“Still a chance for you to tell me who’s waiting for us up there.” she squeezes my hand. I’ve not let hers go since we left the limo.

I look down and arch an eyebrow at her “Not happening Emmy, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Excitement fills her eyes “Are they famous? Shit, am I gonna make a fool of myself like a crazy fan girl?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh, “Well I think one of them thinks he is famous, just wait and see.”

Leading her into my suite on the top floor, I give a nod of thanks to the security guys who stay stationed outside and all but pull her through the main doors. Now I’ve got her here, I just want our guests to bugger off, so I can carry on what we started in the car.

Loud laughter echoes from the living room and I catch Emma’s eye with a smile before she positions herself behind me, obviously still worried about who she’s going to come face to face with.

We enter the living room and the first person to speak is of course H.

“W
ell there goes my twenty quid, I thought I knew you J, you’ve let me down.”

Nate smacks him on the back and Liv holds out her hand to collect her cash.

Emma peers around my back before breaking into a wide smile and launching herself into Liv’s arms.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? Are you my surprise?”

She lets go of Liv and looks right at me. The look on her face penetrates straight into my chest.

If surprises get me that look, I’m gonna give this girl one every day for the rest of her life.

“Surprise!” Liv shrieks, “Jake flew us out for a few days to help you settle in to the jet set lifestyle.”

Her mouth gapes open, shock evident on her face.

“You did this for me?”

I walk slowly up to her and Liv steps away, so I lean in to her side and link her fingers with mine, whispering into her ear so no one else overhears, “I just want you to know that I understand what you’ve given up and I will do anything in my power to show you, that your faith and trust in me, is warranted.”

I lean back, look directly into her eyes and place a soft kiss on her slightly open lips. Her warm, sweet breath washes over me, stirring up my lust once again.

“A
lright put her down, I’ve not even gotten a Hello yet.” H interrupts; it seems it’s his favourite thing to do.

We both look over at him and see him begrudgingly handing over a £20 note to Liv, who is now smirking like the Cheshire Cat.

“So what was the bet, or do I not want to ask?”

Nate and H answer at the same time, Nate with “Don’t ask”, H with “Well the thing is ….”

“Spit it out H, this has you written all over it.”

I wrap my arm around Emma’s waist and she leans into my embrace. I’ve never had the feeling of being part of a couple before and it feels …. nice.

“I bet these fools twenty quid that you pair would not come straight here. I said, I know Jake too well and he’ll sweep her off to another room or even a hotel for some ….”

“Don’t finish that sentence H.” I warn, glaring at him wishing he’d just shut his gob.

Liv interrupts, mischief evident in her teasing smile, “And I said Emma just isn’t that kind of girl, so thanks for keeping your knickers on Em.”

“Bloody great friend you are.” Emma mumbles under her breath, her embarrassment evident on her cheeks.

“Alright folks, let’s stop winding up the love birds or Jake is gonna show us that temper he’s renowned for” Nate nods over to me before wrapping his arm around Liv’s shoulders and guiding her and H from the room. “I’ll take funny guys
one
and
two
back to our suite for a few hours and we’ll catch up with you both for dinner later.”

Liv goes to protest but Nate whispers something in her ear and she shrugs, turning her head slightly to shout over to Emma “Have fun” and then she leaves on a wink.

F
inally the door to the suite closes and I wonder again if the reasons behind my surprise were worth it. That is until Emma swings herself around in my arms and places a sweet, soft kiss on my lips, “Thank You.”

Then she places another to the corner of my mouth, “No-one has ever put me first before”, another kiss to the opposite corner, “What did I do to deserve you.”

Then her lips are firmly upon mine and she rises up on her tiptoes, pressing the full length of her body against mine.

Not wasting any time, I lick over the seam of her lips and plunder her mouth with my tongue, using both hands to caress the swell of her sweet arse. I lift her and she wraps those long, shapely legs, tightly around me. Her warm heat is placed perfectly over my rock hard cock.

We both groan at the contact and I break the kiss to suckle my way slowly down to her jaw. She tilts her head back, giving me full access to the soft skin of her neck and I nibble across to her earlobe, before taking it between my teeth and licking the shell.

Her groan is accompanied by a rocking of her hips, the friction almost making my combust.

It’s time to take this into the bedroom or I will bend her over right here.

L
egs still wrapped around me, I carry her swiftly to the master bed, kicking the door open with my boot, never taking my lips from her skin.

I allow her to unwrap her legs and slowly slide her down my body, “Are you ready for this Emmy because once I start I won’t be able to stop?”

Her answer is to take one small step back, grab the edges of her tight fitted t-shirt and pull it over her head in one swift motion.

My greedy eyes roam over the revealed expanse of flesh. Her perfect tits are encased in pale lemon lace, her dark nipples clearly hard and poking through the fabric.

She keeps her gaze steady on mine, before she slowly reaches the top button of her jeans and pops it undone. Her hand moves down towards her zip, her eyes never straying from mine.

“Stop.” The word leaves me sharply, stilling her hands. “Let me undress you, let me unwrap you so I can taste every, single, piece of your skin until my tongue knows by memory, each and every inch of you.”

Her hands fall limply to her sides, her chest heaving with every breath, “I’m yours.”

My two new favourite words.

O
ne step forward brings us toe to toe, her eyes are now a deep sea green, the blue overcome and consumed with her desire.

I take in her lust filled face and dishevelled hair; she has never looked more beautiful than she does now.

Quickly dropping to my knees, I look up at this woman, this woman who deserves to be worshiped and who I’d gladly kneel down in front of every day of my life.

This woman I desire over all others, this woman I love.

Love?

Is this what love feels like?

No wonder wars are fought over it, songs are written about it and men go mad without it.

W
armth invades my chest and electricity skates over my skin.

“No I’m not going to fuck you Emmy, I’m going to worship you with my cock, I’m going to love you with my tongue, I’m going to use every, single, part of my body on yours, until you are branded by my essence, until you are finally mine.”

Slowly I ease down her zip, my head level with her belly button, my eyes still locked on hers.

I slip the fingers of both hands into the back of her jeans, using them to push the denim over the swell of her arse, my fingers running lightly over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Once I get them over her hips I lean in and trace my tongue around the edge of her belly button. The sensation causes her to suck in a breath, her stomach contracts and I can feel her legs shake slightly.

My hands keep pushing the fabric down, over her smooth, tanned thighs, past the back of her knees and down her calves, until they pool at her ankles. I encourage one foot up so I can slip the leg off and then repeat the motion with her other foot.

Looking up at the apex of her thighs from my crouched position, I can see matching pale lemon lace boy shorts covering her most intimate parts. The contrast against her tanned skin is just too delicious not to stare at.

She squirms slightly at my perusal of her body, her cheeks betraying her lack of confidence.

“You are so fucking beautiful Emmy. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

I punctuate each word with a kiss, my tongue unable to stop itself from tasting every bit of skin my lips touch, leaving wet marks, glistening in my wake.

“Jake.” Her voice is nothing but a breath, filled with yearning.

I kiss right up to the edge of those tiny lace knickers, my hand mimicking the actions of my lips on the other leg, so dual paths of sensation travel the full length them.

“I’m going to kiss you now Emmy, I’m going to kiss you so long that you’ll see stars.”

S
he gasps when I press my face into the apex of her thighs, my nose skimming over the lace of her knickers, my tongue soon following its path.