Barefoot Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (16 page)

I grinned at him. “Yes. I would be honored to.”

“You had to be difficult, didn't you?” he asked. I nodded and he leaned forward and kissed me, putting his hand in my hair and pulling me into him. Happiness washed over me like a wave. This was going to be more than just a vacation fling.

“This has been the best trip of my life,” I whispered, my words coming straight from my heart. There was a chance for us. “I'm so glad I met you.”

He grinned. “You sure it's not just because I got you some amazing cheese?”

I pretended to think on it for a minute as he walked back to his chair. “Nope. It's all you.”

“Good.” He popped a a cracker into his mouth and winked. “But it did help, right?”

I laughed. “You got me. I'm actually part mouse. I probably should have told you earlier.”

“That does explain the tail...”

I threw a piece of cheese at his head. It missed by a mile, but he still ducked.

His eyes met mine and I couldn't look away. They absorbed me. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked. His eyes were so beautiful I almost hated when he blinked.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “I do.”

“Then you don't believe in free will?” He took a small sip of wine, waiting to see my reaction.

“I believe in both,” I stated. He raised his eyebrows, the gentle merriment in his eyes telling me that he was genuinely interested in my thoughts. Not only was the man good with wine, but he apparently enjoyed philosophical discussions as well.

“How does that work?” Aiden asked, taking a piece of cheese for himself.

“I believe that fate pushes in the direction we're supposed to go, but we have to chose how to go there. We get to choose the path that leads us to our fate.”

“Interesting,” he said, slowly digesting my words. “What if I don't like my fate? Do I get to choose a different one?”

“No,” I replied shaking my head. “We don't get to chose our fates, just how we accept them. Fate is that the sun is going to set and we will be in the dark. There is nothing we can do to stop it. It is what is destined to happen. But we have free will, so even though the sun sets and there is darkness, we can chose to gather and light candles.”

Aiden munched quietly on his cheese for a moment as he contemplated my words. “So is it fate that I found you?”

“I'd like to think so.” Happy excitement at revealing my feelings flutters in my chest. “I kind of like the idea that the universe is smiling on the two of us being together. What about you? Do you believe it was fate?”

Aiden sipped his wine thoughtfully, his hazel eyes dark with thought. Slowly, he set his glass down and leaned forward as if he were telling me a secret. “Up until a little under three weeks ago, I used to believe that fate was a word that the hopeless used to describe random chance. That fate was just a coward's way of hoping for the future or explaining the past. It didn't have any substance or meaning.”

“What happened three weeks ago that changed your mind?”

Aiden's face brightened into a soft smile, one that was meant only for me. It was the kind of smile that made my heart race and my stomach do cartwheels. It was a smile that made it impossible for me to think of anything but Aiden and how much I cared for him.

“You. You happened,” he answered. My heart fluttered harder. “The odds are astronomical that I would meet you. I've been in that office dozens of times, and I've never gotten lost...” He held up fingers as he began to count the obstacles.

“You've never come down to the Dungeons of the firm, have you?” I interjected.

“You mean the fifteenth floor? No, I guess not. I've never had reason to before this meeting. Add that to the list.” He raised a second finger. “Throw in that it happened to be the day you were working late, that yours was the first office I found, and that you had such opportunity to show your strength.”

“My strength?” I shot him a dubious look. “That was one of the worst days I've ever had. It was a terrible, terrible day that you actually made better. I didn't feel strong at all.”

“You could have fooled me,” he said, dropping his counting hand back to the table. He smiled, lighting up his face. “I've never connected with anyone the way I do with you. You make me laugh without trying and I can talk to you for hours. Not to mention you're pretty damn good in the sack.”

I laughed. Leave it to a guy to bring sex into a romantic conversation.

“I always thought finding someone like you was just a product of random chance.” He shook his head, and his honey hair caught the wind. “But that day was so perfectly orchestrated to avoid all the random chance, that it had to be fate. I had a better chance of winning the lottery than I did for all the necessary steps to meet you to happen.“

“And then now we're having a romantic dinner in the Caribbean,” I added. “That's pretty damn lucky.”

“Not lucky,” Aiden replied. “Fate.”

I raised my wine glass. “To fate. To finding the person who completes us.”

Aiden tipped his glass to mine and the air rang with a the chime of our glasses. “To fate.”

As if on cue, thunder followed the chime. The wind picked at the tablecloth and started to make the gauzy gazebo quiver. A raindrop splattered on the sand behind me. The splooshing sound was loud enough to make me turn and see the storm that had silently crept up on our dinner.

Big drops of rain started to spot the ground like a work of modern art. Aiden and I looked at one another. He shrugged and reached for the bottle of wine as I blew out the candles. Taking my hand in his, we hurried from the gazebo toward the shelter of the resort.

Thunder boomed across the ocean, rumbling and shaking the entire island with is strength. The rain fell in sheets and we were both soaked long before we even cleared the sand. Lightning flickered and danced across the inky sky as we stumbled through the buildings to Aiden's room.

Aiden handed me the bottle of wine while he searched his pockets for his room key. I leaned against the wall, protected by the roof overhand from the rain. The storm was pouring buckets of water, but it was warm. I was soaked to the bone with it. Just the thirty second run from the beach had completely drenched the two of us.

Aiden's shirt was plastered to him like a second skin, showing every muscle and contour of his back and arms. His light cotton pants were doing the same thing, hugging is perfect ass. Just looking at him, his hair dripping into his eyes as he opened the door made my mouth water.

“What?” he asked, catching me staring. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

I shook my head slowly. “Nope.”

“Then, what?” He ran his hand through his hair, spraying raindrops across the porch. The rain had washed out his hair and now the natural curl was breaking free. It was just the kind of hair that was meant for tangling fingers in and my stomach clenched with want just thinking about what we would be doing to get there.

I pushed my body from the wall and directly into his arms. His mouth was a magnet for mine. I could taste the rain on his lips as I pressed my wet body against his. Even though the rain was warm, his body heat felt amazing next to mine. I ran my fingers through the damp curls on the back of his neck, loving the way it made him kiss me even harder.

“Wow,” he whispered. My fingers were still playing with his hair. “I think I'll be having dessert first.”

I grinned and he pushed a tendril of waterlogged hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I wanted to drown in his eyes when he looked at me like that. It was a look of pure want and desire with just enough heart to know he was mine.

He kissed me again, pushing the door open and guiding me through it. The room was dark, but the windows were open and the lightning was enough light to make it to the bedroom. He peeled his shirt off as we stumbled across the slippery wooden floors.

I drank in his kisses, enjoying every taste. Even though we were moving through his room, I still closed my eyes and focused on the taste of his lips. I assumed that he was pushing me to his bed, and I would have been eager to go there, but after a moment I realized we had been walking too long.

When a light switch flicked on, my eyes opened. We were standing in his bathroom. When I shot him a quizzical look, he shrugged. “We're all wet. I don't want us to get all cold and uncomfortable.”

I laughed. “So, what do you suggest? Do you have a blow dryer in here?”

He broke away from my embrace, and I longed to feel him again. He reached in the cabinet under the sink. “I thought a shower might be nice, but...” With that, he pulled out a hair dryer. “We can do it this way instead.”

I laughed. “I'll take the shower.”

He grinned and started the water up. I reached around him and began to undo those white cotton pants while he checked the water temperature. As his pants started to come down, I grabbed his underwear and pulled those down as well. His ass was taut and muscular, and as he bent over to check the water temperature, I spanked him. It was a light spanking, but it was kind of out of character for me.

He looked back at me, one eyebrow cocked. I smiled and looked sheepish. He turned around, still trapped by his pants and underwear around his feet. He leaned in for a kiss, but at the last moment, his lips went to my ear instead. “Was it fate that caused you to spank me, or was it free will?”

I practically hummed with pleasure in his ear. “I wanted to spank you.” It was definitely the truth.

He moved his lips down from my ear to my neck, and I could feel his fingers pulling at the bottom of my shirt. He pulled upward and I raised my arms to get it off quicker, revealing the lacy bra I was wearing. As soon as it was out of the way, he let it fall to the floor and leaned back in to kiss me. His hands were all over my body now, touching my ass through my skirt, running up my spine, and caressing my skin.

After a few moments, he moved his fingers to my bra. I felt him begin to struggle, and then his tongue stopped moving in my mouth. I laughed inwardly at how every man seemed to have a problem with this.

“I swear this only happens with you,” he said, looking a little flustered.

I smiled, then moved my own hands behind myself to unclasp the bra. I did it quickly, and let the bra fall to the floor. His eyes dilated as he drank in the sight of my body.

“So, was that fate, or was it free will?” I asked, a mocking smile on my face.

“If it was fate, the universe is having a laugh at my expense right now,” he said, leaning in for another kiss.

The steam was starting to fog up the room, so I backed away from him. I worked my skirt down and stepped out of it. “We should get in the shower,” I said.

“Yes, we should!” he said with a little too much enthusiasm. I chuckled and began to put my hair up. I cursed for a moment when I realized I hadn't brought any hair bands with me. I began looking around the bathroom for something to tie my hair up.

“What's the matter?” Aiden asked.

“My hair. I wanted to tie it up so that it wouldn't get wet, or at least any wetter than it already is.”

He looked a little crestfallen. “Really? Because I was kind of hoping to wash it.”

“You want to wash my hair?”

He shrugged. “I want to do a lot of things to you, but I really love your hair.”

It sounded sweet and innocent, and just looking at that naked man in front of me was enough to get me to nod my head. Even as small as the nod was, I saw his already hardening cock twitch a little. He was looking forward to it.

He jumped in the water, keeping the curtain pulled back for me. I watched him for a moment as he let the water run over his hair. He opened his eyes and looked at me, probably enjoying the same sight. “Coming?”

I grinned and stepped in. The water was hot, not scalding but it definitely sent a rush through my body when contrasted with the cold rainwater. I gasped a little, but Aiden wasted no time. He reached his hands around my waist and moved in, kissing me deeply.

I enjoyed the kiss as water fell on both of our heads. His hands quested all over my body, as if searching for a handhold, like he couldn't get enough of touching me. I could feel his hardness, now fully erect, against my belly. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

When his hands grasped my hair, I heard him inhale sharply. He clenched his fist, pulling it slightly. It made me weak in the knees, and I knew he felt me tremble. I was paralyzed as he worked his kisses down my neck.

His hand still in my hair, he slowly turned my head. My body turned with it, turning my back to him. I thought that he was overcome by lust, that he was going to take me right there. I was so ready, I wanted him
so bad
.

I felt his cock press against my ass, and I lifted myself up to my tiptoes so that he could enter more easily. I knew I was dripping wet, that he'd slide right into me. He let go of my hair, and I braced myself against the wall for what I thought was coming next.

I felt both his hands back in my hair, this time covered in shampoo. It felt
so
good. I could feel his fingers running through my hair, lathering up every inch of it, every strand. I heard him smell it, felt his breath on my ear as he exhaled, and every bit of it made me want him more.

I reached back and tried to find his cock. When I grasped it, I began to slide back and forth. He moved his hand to mine and gently guided it away. His lips went to my ear, and he whispered, “Just enjoy this.”

I can do that
, I thought with a smile.

One of his hands strayed from my hair and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I flattened my back against his muscular chest as he began to thrust against me. I could hardly call this dry humping, we were sopping wet. I felt the shampoo rinse from my hair, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. Every action he took drove me closer and closer to madness.

“Aiden,” I moaned.

“Hmm?”

“I need you. I need you in me,” I begged.

“I don't have a condom in here,” he said slowly.

I smiled, but didn't turn around. “Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill. Besides,” I trailed off, then looked back behind me. “I trust you.”