Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) (14 page)

She smells fucking unbelievable, sweet, musky and so enticing I need more.

I trace the pattern of the lace with my tongue, slowly reaching her core, just a scrap of fabric between the firm strokes of my tongue and her wet heat.

I can feel the shakiness of her legs, so I reach for her hand, placing it on my shoulder to aid her balance, before nudging her legs apart to widen her stance and allowing me full access.

I slip my fingers under her knickers, pulling the delicate fabric to one side, to finally getting a full view or where I crave to be.

I’m going to make her come apart with my tongue, then my fingers and finally my cock and then I’m going to do it all over again.

I
blow slightly on her glistening flesh, flicking my eyes up to hers, needing to see the reaction on her face. The looks she gives me is scorching and my balls draw tight to my body while my dick pounds against the unforgiving denim of my jeans, begging to be freed.

My well practised control snaps and I dive into her heat. My tongue exploring, lips caressing, teeth nipping, fingers stroking, unable to stop my desire to devour her.

Small whimpers and groans leave her lips, her hand weaves through my hair, gripping my head and pulling me in closer. Her hips move to the rhythm I’ve set, riding my face, taking her own pleasure.

With an arch of her back and loud gasp, her whole body tenses, my fingers and tongue picking up speed. With a final thrust I suck her swollen clit hard and she explodes instantly, her core clenching and releasing tightly on my fingers, her legs like jelly and her hand pulling my hair so hard, I think I’ll have to check if I have any left later.

Fuck if I don’t want to make her do that all over again but this time with my cock.

I
stand slowly, entwining our fingers, allowing her to come down from her blissful high.

Her face is flushed and her eyes are heavy and hooded, her whole body still trembling from the effects of my tongue.

“Now that was just for starters, let’s move on to the main course.”

I kiss her forcefully, encouraging her to taste herself on my lips before picking her up and laying her down on the bed.

“Fuck Emmy” I can’t help but take in her every curve laid out before me, like the most edible buffet I’ve ever seen, “you are unbelievably beautiful…. and
mine.
Say it, say the words, and let me make you mine.”

A shaky breath leaves her lungs and her eyes search mine, boring into the depths of my soul.

“I’m yours Jake.”

M
y lips still tingle from the blistering kiss we shared.

J
ake ushers me straight into the back of the limo, away from the gathering crowd. I guess we put on one hell of a show, especially when they realised who he is. I mean, it’s not every day you see a big TV star, making out like a teenager in full view of the public.

I can’t help but giggle breathlessly as I sit on the cool leather seats, the air con soothing my heated skin, causing chills to take over my body.

Glancing over at Jake he gives me a devilish smile before holding out his hand for me to take.

I entwine my fingers with his and he wastes no time in dragging me across the leather seat and into his arms, but not for a kiss, he just holds me. He holds me like he cannot bear to sit here and not touch me, like my very presence requires him to use all of his senses, especially touch, to ensure I am really there. I melt into his embrace and curl myself around him, my head on his chest, one arm wrapped around him from behind, the other still holding his hand.

He places a soft kiss to my wrist, inhaling my scent and then holds it tightly to his chest, right over his heart.

Sitting here, in total silence except for the noise of the car and the strong beat of his heart, I feel content.

No it’s more than that, I feel complete. Like I’ve finally found my place and after so many years of not knowing where I belonged. I’m replete, at peace… home.

For so long the place I called home was cold, often lonely and filled with darkness. The only true light being my Dad but now, here in Jake’s arms, I feel bathed in it, the warmth of his light seeping into my blood, filling my veins and making me whole again.

“God I’ve missed you.” I lift my face from the heat of his chest and look into eyes, eyes I’ve dreamed about for many months, long before I even knew who they belonged to.

H
e places the most gentle of kisses on my lips, the words “Fuck I’ve missed you too”, leave his mouth on an exhale.

The need encased in those few words is my undoing.

Within seconds I’ve straddled him, my mouth attacking his in a ferocious kiss, a kiss he gives in to and allows me to control, and bloody hell that turns me on even more.

His lips leave mine, only to tell me in a wickedly seductive voice how he has a surprise for me. My mind immediately spins with lustful thoughts of soft naked skin, stretched taut over lean muscles.

“A good surprise?” I ask with both my mouth and my hips, as I shamelessly grind the ache between my legs, over the erection in his jeans.

His eyes roll back slightly at the contact and he mumbles something about it being a stupid surprise. My heated blood cools instantly, and embarrassment blankets me because of my slutty actions.

Here’s me thinking about licking and sucking and nibbling and tasting, and he’s backing off while I have my crotch rubbing against his.

You’re such a fool Emma, stop trying to be a seductress; you are obviously not as much of a turn on as you thought.

I attempt to clamber off him and he grips my hips tightly keeping me firmly in place.

“Hey, I wasn’t talking about anything between us being stupid; in fact it’s killing me to stop myself from fucking you right here, right now.”

Hey traces a finger across my jaw, then over my lips, leaving electricity in its wake before telling me that there are people waiting for us at the hotel.

I can’t contain my disappointment. I selfishly thought he wanted alone time with me as much as I do with him.

I ask who but he won’t tell me, only saying that it’s a surprise he set up for me, to thank me for agreeing to drop everything to be with him.

He laughs at the sulk I’ve obviously not hidden well and I quickly apologise for acting like a child. This is so not like me, I don’t pout or throw a tantrum if I can’t get me own way but I’m guessing I’ve worn my disappointment all over me like a flashing neon sign and he thinks it’s funny.

Well laugh it up big boy; if what I can feel pressing between my legs is anything to go by; it’s you that will be suffering with a case of blue balls all afternoon, not me.

I
t’s only when we get to the stunningly extravagant hotel that it hits me.

People who stay in a place like this are either famous or seriously loaded, he had better not be about to throw some surprise celebs at me, I’ll die of nerves and make a total prat of myself.

The crowd of paparazzi and fans, outside the hotel, is ginormous, practically engulfing the place and forcing us to enter via the underground parking.

“Has the whole tour been this crazy?” I look over at Jake, who is running his hands through his hair almost nervously.

“Yes and No, VB is huge worldwide, some fans are slightly more reserved than others, as you can see, the Japanese are not.”

The limo stops directly opposite a big, brushed steel, elevator with a keypad entry system.

The security guys get out first, to assess the area, before giving Jake the nod and opening the car door for us to step out.

Jake’s hand never leaves mine as he leads me to the now open doors and into the spacious, mirrored interior, his security guards following us closely behind.

“So I’m guessing these guys go everywhere with you now?” I eye the backs of the burly minders who take up the space directly in front of us.

He squeezes my hand before kissing the top of my head “It’s a lot to take in a first but you get used to having them around and I’ve found out just how necessary they are.”

The lift begins its journey upwards and I have to ask to prepare myself, “Still a chance for you to tell me who’s waiting for us up there.”

He just laughs at my continued questions, hinting that one of them thinks he’s famous.

Great. I’m about to meet a primadonna. Albeit, a famous primadonna.

T
he doors open on the top floor, letting me know that we are headed to the penthouse.

Everything is so plush and screams money and I don’t want to touch a single thing, in case I break or smudge something.

So this is how the other half live, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

Burly minders
one
and two stop outside a set of ornate, double doors, allowing Jake to enter a security code to allow us entry into the suite.

The polished marble floors look like they have been buffed to within an inch of their life; in fact I think I could see my face in them if I leaned down a little.

Jake leads me further through the entry hall and a noise coming from the room in front of us, means his guests are already here.

Nerves and anticipation overcome me and I scoot closer to Jake but remain a step back, half trying to hide myself from anyone’s view and half trying to gain strength from his presence.

I hear a familiar voice asking for £20 and just as we round the corner, into the main room, I look up to see Liv, Nate & H standing up to greet us.

Oh my God. He brought these guys out here just for me?

I
drop Jake’s hand and run at Liv, squeezing her in a bear hug as she laughs out a “Surprise!”

I let her go and spin around to look at Jake; I can’t believe he flew our friends half way across the world just to make me feel comfortable.

“You did this for me?”

His smile is magnificent and I notice one small dimple on his cheek that has never popped out before.

I want to trace it with my tongue.

For Christ sake Emma, stop wanting to molest the boy every time he looks at you.

He walks slowly over to me, his strides purposeful, and happiness evident in his features. Taking my hand in his and entwining ours fingers he leans in close and whispers, “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.”

Then he places a soft, delicate, but filled with promise, kiss to my lips.

How did I get this guy to even look twice at me, let alone want to fill my life with everything I hold dear?

H interrupts us and I look over at him, finally noticing the t-shirt he wears that says “Blink If You Want Me”.

He is such a clown, I can’t help but laugh.

That is until he explains that he had a bet with Liv, to see if we would turn up here or go off shagging somewhere else.

Great, we’ve not even done the deed yet and my friends are already putting wagers on our sex life. Someone remind me why I was so pleased to see this lot here?

After a lot more banter, Jake makes it evident that it’s time for them to all leave and we will catch up later with them for dinner. Normally, kicking Liv out not five minutes after seeing her would bother me but we are both on the same page. I want him alone,
now.

N
o sooner than the door closes behind them with a loud
click,
I am on him.

Kissing him, thanking him with more than just words for what he has done to surprise me.

My kisses begin sweetly; my words soft and thankful, until his warm tongue licks over my lips seeking entrance and his hands cup my arse pulling me tighter against him.

I act on pure carnal instinct, wrapping my legs around his waist so he carries my full weight. I must be out of control with desire or else I’d be worried about pulling a move like this, worried he wouldn’t be able to hold my weight, worried he’d think me too heavy. Not one of these worries enters my head. All I can think of is him and the sweet, sweet ache between my legs.

An ache that is quickly turning into a throb with each press of his hips into mine; his impressive bulge hitting just the right spot to make me moan.

I am so consumed with him, with these feeling thrumming through my body that I do not feel him carry me into the bedroom.

I am raging with desire for every inch of him, from the feel of his breath skimming my needing lips, to the taste of his exhales on my tongue.

From the rumble of his voice in my ear, that sends tingles down my spine, to the hard length of him taking me, making us one.

I
unhook my legs and slowly slide down his hard body, until we are chest to chest, hip to hip.

The firm contours of his body meeting the soft curves of mine. We fit perfectly, like we were always meant to be.

It’s then I realise that my lust is not only a desire for his body but another feeling altogether.

It overwhelms me, catching me by surprise and although the feeling is new to me, I recognise it instantly; it is love.