Saltwater Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 1) (24 page)

T
he porch creaked slightly as Emma glanced back to make sure he was still following her. She grinned and nervously fumbled with a key in the door. Moonlight danced off her hair and the only thing he could think about was that he needed to kiss her. He needed to find a way to convince her to stay with him.

Dinner had been even better than he could have hoped. The resort Emma was staying at had amazing food, but it was the company that had made it memorable. She got him to reveal things about himself that he never told anyone. He still couldn't believe that he had willingly told her about the car he totaled when he was fifteen.

She had told him secrets in return, like how her ex-boyfriend had called her fat. Just thinking about it made him want to find the guy and punch his lights out. Emma was gorgeous, especially standing here in the moonlight.

Jack moved up the porch and rested his arm on the door frame, capturing Emma. She turned, her eyes big as saucers. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, to take that lip she kept biting and claim it as his own. Placing his hand on her neck, he pulled her lips to his and did just that.

He started gently, using his tongue to search her out and then diving in deeply. She tasted like strawberries and cream, with just a hint of salt from her time in the ocean. Desire burned deep within Jack, a need he knew only she could satisfy. He pushed her back against the door, skimming her jaw with his teeth. She whimpered as he pressed a thigh between her legs, making the fire roar within him.

“You want to invite me in?” he whispered. Part of him was afraid she would say no, or that she would say yes and there would be a photographer waiting to catch them.

“Why?” she whispered back. “Are you a vampire?”

He smiled, drawing her up into a kiss and taking what he wanted. He pushed the door open and pulled her through it, releasing her only once they were inside.

Her eyes gathered the moonlight as she took him in. He knew he was a good looking man, but when Emma looked at him like that, he felt it. She licked her lips, carnal desire shining out of her innocent eyes. He couldn't have said no if he wanted. He could feel his cock growing hard and thick at just being near her.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a cocky grin. He liked her looking at him like that. Her hips were suddenly back in his hands as he pulled her to him, desperate to feel her touch. Emma's fingers tangled in his hair, sending shivers down his spine. The ache growing in his pants was almost too much to bear.

Jack's fingers tugged at the fabric of her skirt, slowly raising it until he could caress the soft skin on the bottom of her ass. Her hands were hot on his chest as she fought to remove his shirt. He dropped the dress, anxious to please. If she wanted his shirt off, he was in no way going to argue.

Her palms pressed against his chest, making his heart pound harder. Every nerve in his body was telling him he needed to have her. He didn't hesitate, reaching down and picking her up. She squealed in delight as he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.

Tossing her on the bed, her dress fluttered invitingly. He didn't want to rush things, though. As much as his cock was telling him he needed to be inside of her right now, he wanted to enjoy this. More importantly, he wanted
her
to enjoy this.

Slowly, he took one bare foot in his hands and began to kiss his way up. She drew back, self-conscious, but he didn't let that deter him. He just kept kissing, working his way up slowly to her thigh.

His mouth watered at the thought of her taste. Just putting his fingers on the edge of her bikini bottoms caused her hips to rise and he had her open before him. He inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky and felt his cock jump in his pants. It took everything he had to move only his tongue to her sweet folds and start to lick.

She shook with pleasure. Every tremble made him want her more. He had never wanted a woman to come for him as badly as he wanted Emma. Her hands gripped his hair as she arched her hips, wordlessly begging for more. And he was eager to give. Her legs tightened to a choke hold as she lost herself to the motions of his practiced tongue.

He was surprised when she pulled up hard on his hair before he could make her shake with pleasure again. There was no way she could have known that her sheepish smile made his blood sing with desire. If she wasn't going to let him pleasure her again that way, he was determined to find another.

He grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted, pulling her bikini top off with the dress. She lay naked on the bed before him, frozen. He nearly came right there. She was so perfect, so lush and beautiful that he could barely breathe.

His hands moved to the button on his swim trunks on their own volition. Every thought in his mind was just that he needed her. It was primal and deep. She stared with open lust at his erection, mouth open and tongue licking just the tip of her lips.

He carefully placed his phone on the nightstand and then set his wallet beside it after removing the foil package inside. With practiced hands, he rolled the thin wrapper down his length; he swelled slightly at his own touch but knew it was hers he was thinking of.

“What's your favorite position?” he asked, leaning over her body but not touching her. He could feel her heat, feel it all the way to his core.

She giggled. “The one we're in right now is just fine.”

“Then, I'll start right here,” he whispered. His erection throbbed against her opening. His brain was buzzing as her perched, ready to slide into her. Jack's breath caught as he took what he was so desperately needing.

He was lost to everything but the feel of her body clenching his, lost to Emma completely. She kissed him, pulling her into her ever deeper. He thrust harder, propping himself up on his hands and using his muscles to fill her with his need.

He wanted so badly to just explode right there. The buzzing sensation growing in his groin was threatening to overwhelm him. He hadn't been this eager since his first time with a girl. It was taking every ounce of self control not to succumb to the pleasure Emma was giving him without even trying.

He pulled back, afraid of losing himself too quickly. With quick hands, he grabbed her shoulder and slid behind her, spooning her. He took a breath to center himself as he traced her hip with his fingers. She shivered and raised her leg, granting him access once again.

Everything about her was warm and soft. Jack's breathing was ragged in her ear, his body questing and diving into her as she rocked her hips against his. He took control, using his hands to guide her hips just the way he wanted. She didn't fight, instead reading his actions and responding like a dance partner to his request.

It was happening again. He never came this quickly, but within several beats of her hips, he was flying toward climax again. At this rate, he was going to be no better than a high school boy. He wanted to impress her, to make her feel as wonderful as he did. He dove deep one last time, savoring her heat surrounding him before pulling back.

She turned, looking him up and down and biting that lip that drove him crazy. It wasn't fair to put such perfect lips on a woman. He beckoned her forward with a finger, grinning impishly. She blushed, still shy and sweet even naked in the dark.

With a boldness betrayed by her shy blush, she straddled his hips and sank into him. She began to writhe, pressing her arms together and flaunting her perfect breasts. He growled, soaking in the sight of her bouncing on top of him.

Emma's breaths came in ragged gasps as he skewered her with pleasure. Every thrust, every inch, every touch was pure ecstasy with her. Her breasts bounced up and down right in front of his eyes and he groaned, feeling his body responding to her every movement. It was as if she was made to give him pleasure. She created rapture in him without even seeming to try.

He needed to be in charge. He needed to take control before he lost control completely. His hand went to her hair and she gasped as he clenched. Her body clamped down on his, tightening and clenching on his rod as me pulled her to him. He wanted to touch every inch of her skin, to have her completely to himself.

“You're incredible,” he gasped, his body straining to continue. He slammed his hips up into her, waning to hear her cries of passion. He was in control of her body, using her to find himself. He pulled her to him and rolled until he was on top.

She looked up at him with big green eyes full of trust and want. He knew this time, there was no stopping it. His primal urges were too far gone this time. Rearing over her, he thrust deeper and harder. She cried out for release, digging her fingers into his skin in a desperate attempt to take as much of him into her as she could.

His roar shook the windows as he exploded, losing himself to her completely in a pleasure he wasn't sure he could survive. Black spots filled his vision and his ears rang as he rode out wave upon wave of pleasure.

His arms collapsed and he fell onto her as his orgasm finally subsided. Jack was breathing hard and slick with sweat as he pulled away so not to crush her with his weight. He removed the condom and tied it in a knot. He could see a trash can near the bed and he carefully aimed and threw.

It missed by a mile. He couldn't believe it. He never missed, but Emma had him seeing double. She did things to him that made it hard to see straight, let alone hit a target. He stared at the spot on the floor where the condom now rested. His body was refusing to move, refusing to leave the comfort of the woman still wrapped around his body.

She sighed, but just snuggled closer. He held her close, their breathing slowing in time with one another. Emma's breathing became slower and more even as her head rested on his chest. He brushed the hair from her face and smiled, feeling himself drift to sleep behind her. For the first time in a very long time, Jack was happy.

J
ack awoke the next morning to the sound of a text.

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awyers have question. Investors in Dubai. -Rachel

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J
ack groaned, but knew it needed a response. Emma was still fast asleep, her head resting on his arm. He didn't want to move, didn't want to even risk waking her up, but he had to call the lawyers back or there would be a panic. Even on his vacation, he didn't really get a day off.

He slipped out of bed and into his clothes from the day before. He searched for his shirt, finally finding it hanging on the top of a dresser on the other end of the room. He grinned remembering the noise Emma had made when she pulled it off of him. He kissed Emma's forehead before leaving the room. She murmured something and smiled in her sleep.

Morning was already warming the white sands of the beach outside as he stepped onto the porch. The ocean was a soft green, reminding him of Emma's eyes. Only Emma's eyes had more depth.

Jack sighed and hit the speed dial for Rachel.

“The lawyers are at it early this morning, Jack,” Rachel informed him without greeting. “They want to know if the contracts from Dubai have been looked at.”

Jack grimaced. “That's Owen's job.”

“I told them that,” Rachel replied. “But, since he's smart and not picking up his phone, they called me. Since I got woken up, you get woken up. It sucks being the boss.”

“I was having a very nice morning.”

“So was I.” Jack could almost feel Rachel's probing gaze on him, even though he knew she was nowhere nearby. “So, still at your new girl's place?”

“Yes. And I'd like to stay here if you don't mind.” Jack lowered his voice. “Is Brandy gone?”

“I have her bags packed and in the car. Her flight's in an hour,” Rachel said confidently. “If she resists, Dean offered to hog tie her and throw her in the trunk.”

“I'm so glad to know my employees think so highly of my dates,” Jack replied. Rachel snickered.

“You just need to pick better dates. I'll let the lawyers know you've seen them and to bother Owen for anything else,” Rachel said. “I'll let you know if there's any updates and when Brandy's in the air.”

“Thanks, Rachel.” Jack sank into one of the chairs on the porch overlooking the water. He clicked the phone off and set it on a small outdoor table. An old copy of
Old Man and the Sea
sat tucked into one of the chair cushions. Jack pulled it out and began leafing through the pages, trying to remember the plot from lit class.

It wasn't long before he heard motion from inside. Emma stepped out on the porch, her eyes distant but strong as she looked out at the water.

“Good morning, Sleepy-head. I thought you were going to sleep the day away,” he said, setting the book down. She jumped a little, but the smile that lit up her face was worth it.

“You're still here,” she murmured. “I woke up and thought you had left.”

“After a showing like last night? I may never leave,” he replied with a mischievous grin.

“It was pretty good, wasn’t it,” she remarked with a grin. Jack stood up and took her into his arms. She felt so good there, like it was exactly where she was meant to be.

“Better than good,” he whispered, and truly meant it. He tucked his chin and leaned forward to kiss her. She opened up like a flower under his touch and he could already feel himself getting hard after just one kiss.

Unfortunately, his phone had other plans.

“What is it?” Jack growled into the phone. She untangled herself from his arms and stepped down into the sand, trying to give him some privacy. He leaned against the rail, watching her and wanting to hang up the phone instead.

“It's the lawyers again, Jack,” Rachel started.

“I don't care about the damn lawyers.” Jack did his best to keep his voice low and even, but the fact that lawyers were interrupting his vacation put him on edge. “Take care of it.”

“I'm trying. They need your signature, Jack,” Rachel explained. “I can't forge it, not for this. Just come sign the paperwork and I'll take care of the rest.”

Jack ran his hand through his hair, looking out at Emma. She was watching the water dance across the shore. He didn't want to leave her. He wanted to stay right here, perhaps even in the bed, but definitely with her.