The Millionaire Falls Hard (19 page)

'Guide me in Carrie.' Her hand felt so good as it momentarily touched his rock hard shaft.

Once inside her, he stilled. 'I want this time to be slow and gentle for you. I wanted you hard and fast that day at the airport. But as I've spent more time with you, wanted to get to know you, this is how I've wanted it to be. Nice and slow.'

His voice caressed her, mesmerised her, but Carrie shook her head. Jake made her feel good about herself, gave her confidence.

'No.' She thrust up until she felt their bodies touch at the base of his sex. He felt big inside her, filled her completely.

'I'm close. Take me over.' She thrust up again. Down and then up, setting the pace. Jake grabbed her hands again, pinning them to the bed, no longer able to deny their joint need and took over. The pace was hard. Fast, faster. He thrust into her, withdrew to the tip and thrust again. He covered her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues thrusting in and out as he continued his relentless journey to release.

He could feel Carrie clench around him, knew her release was imminent. He held onto his own, wanting her to be pleasured first.

'Ahhh.' Carrie screamed her release. Jake's muscles tensed as he poured himself into her. He breathed hard and fast as he felt his hot release continue to pump inside her. He collapsed onto her and gave her a long, drugging kiss.

Carrie moved her hand over his chest, loving the feel of his slightly rough hair. Jake had a light covering of fair hair on his chest. It felt wonderful as she tangled her fingers in it. Jake's hand covered her own and held it fast.

'Mmm, later,' he whispered. He placed a gentle kiss this time against her lips, each eye and her temple. 'For now, rest.'

He moved to her side, gathered her close and they both drifted back to sleep.

*

Carrie awoke with a smile on her face and turned to gaze at the man beside her. Why had she resisted for so long? Being here felt right. He felt right.

She was amazed at how quickly she'd lost her inhibitions with him.

As Carrie fully awoke, so too did her body and she dashed quietly to the bathroom.

Whilst she was there she completed her morning routine. When she emerged from the bathroom wearing a silk robe she'd found hanging on the back of the door, the bed was empty.

'I've ordered breakfast.'

Carrie turned towards his voice. Jake was dressed in a blue sweat shirt and matching pants.

At her questioning look he said, 'I used one of the other bathrooms.'

She felt herself blush as she pulled the robe a bit tighter around herself. Seeing Jake dressed made her feel vulnerable.

'What's the time?'

'About ten-twenty.'

'Oh. I'd better go.'

'Stay. Please.'

Jake held her gaze.

'Why?' It was barely more than a whisper as she felt herself heat up with the intensity of his stare.

'Because I want you to. Because I want to get to know more about you. Because….. I want more than just the sex.' He tilted his head to one side and smiled.

'Oh.'

Jake moved towards her. 'Is that all you can say? 'Oh'?'

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her into him. 'Please stay. I've moved my visit to New York back a couple of days. I'd rather stay here with you before I face business again.'

Carrie placed her hands against his chest and felt the hardness of his muscles beneath. She was tempted.

'What would we do?'

'What would you want to do?' He whispered in her ear.

'Erm…' Carrie was struggling to put a sentence together as Jake nuzzled her earlobe. He untied the cord of her robe and placed his hands inside.

As he brought her nipples to hard peaks he continued to speak.

'We could talk.' He kissed her lips.

'We could go sightseeing.' His lips caressed the swell of her breast.

'We could spend time here.' He captured a turgid nipple between his teeth. Carrie clung onto his arms for dear life. She felt her arousal moisten the tops of her thighs as she gave in to the sensations he stirred in her.

'We could make love. Standing here. On the table. On the rug. In the bath. In the shower. Against the wall. On the sofa. In bed.' He punctuated each suggestion with a suck on each breast, a tug at each nipple, a stroke of her wet flesh. He dropped to his knees and opening up her folds, took her in his mouth.

'Oh God, yes! Y-e-e-s-s-s!'

Carrie held on to Jake's head to keep herself upright. She massaged his head as she gave in to the orgasm building. Jake pushed a finger inside her and moved it in and out to match the rhythm of his tongue. She tasted good, so good. He found her G-spot, pushing Carrie onto the tips of her toes as she shuddered and her orgasm erupted around his finger.

As her breathing settled, Jake stood up and captured her mouth in a searing hot kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.

The door bell rang signalling the arrival of their breakfast. Jake put some distance between them and tied the belt of her robe.

'Will you? Stay?'

'Oh, er, yes. I'll stay.' Carrie was a quivering, incoherent wreck, struggling to understand the force of the effect he had on her. Brainwashed by mind blowing, shattering orgasms.

He nodded and smiled. 'Thank you.' With one last caress of his finger against her swollen lips he went to receive their breakfast.

It took a moment to realise where Jake was going - she hadn't even heard the bell! Wondering how she would survive the next few days with her sanity intact, she took the opportunity to compose herself and straighten her hair.

*

They managed to have a leisurely and enjoyable breakfast, their need for food keeping all other thoughts at bay. Even their conversation sounded normal, companionable.

Carrie looked up from her fruit salad and caught Jake watching her.

'What?' She checked her face for food.

Jake smiled.

'I like looking.'

He turned serious.

'I have another apology I owe you. One that is long overdue.'

Carrie looked at him questioningly, unable to recall anything he'd done that had upset her. Oh, how quickly he'd given her new thoughts, new experiences. She inwardly smiled.

'That first day.'

Carrie focused on him again.

'The day I met you in the grounds, well, the day I behaved like a screaming banshie to Charlie. By the loch?'

She remembered, and frowned at the memory. She put her spoon down and waited to hear what he had to say.

'Seeing him at that spot brought it all back.'

Jake stood and came round to her side of the table, wanting to see a smile back on her face. He put out his hand to her. 'Here.'

He captured her hand as she instinctively raised it to his and pulled her to her feet.

He sat down on one of the sofas and settled Carrie onto his lap. He needed to keep a connection with her as he told a story he'd never shared with anyone else; a story that still caused him guilt.

'I was about Charlie's age, maybe a little older.' He stopped for a moment as the past crowded in.

'I liked playing down at the loch. I don't know how many times I'd been told to stay away from it though. It was a lot deeper then. It got filled in a bit and tons of gravel spread near the edge, afterwards.'

Absentmindedly, Jake reached inside the robe and caressed Carrie's bare skin, up and down her side, across her stomach. Rather than being a sexual gesture, he found it comforting, right. He needed this physical connection with her.

Carrie tried to concentrate on what he was saying, rather than what he was doing. Given how she responded every time he touched her, it was hard.

Jake continued to stare at the belt of her robe as he went on. 'Anyway, one day, I was chasing birds, pretending they were enemy planes I was trying to shoot down into the sea and I ran into the loch. My feet got stuck in the mud and the top half of my body propelled forward. I hit the water so fast I still had my mouth open. I swallowed a lot of water.'

Carrie placed her hand against his chest in a gesture of comfort. Jake glanced down at her. She was shocked at the raw pain she saw in his eyes. He looked away again and continued.

'The old boy who did all the odd jobs on the Estate saw it happen and jumped in after me. He struggled to release me from the hold the mud had on me. But somehow, he did, and he managed to pull me to the side.'

His hand tightened on her side as the painful memories threatened to engulf him.

Carrie winced, understood his internal pain was dictating his actions, and stilled his hand.

'As a result of going into the icy water and the exertion of pulling me out, he had a heart attack. He died. I don't even remember his name.' Jake stumbled over that last part.

Carrie put her hands either side of his head forcing him to look at her. Her eyes held compassion. Compassion for the little boy, who had been too young to understand the danger. Who had been too young to see the loch as anything other than his playground. She leant in and kissed him. It started as a kiss intended to heal. It became so much more.

The moment their lips met, it's as if a dam burst in Jake's heart and the guilt he'd stored there flowed free. He pulled her closer into him and deepened the kiss.

When they pulled apart, Jake rested his forehead against Carrie's. 'Thank you.'

He looked into her eyes. With more emotion than he'd ever felt before, and seeing it reflected back he spoke from the heart.

'I can't get enough of you. You complete me. You challenge me, make me want to be a better person.'

His voice strengthened. 'You have me permanently aroused!'

He smiled at her, she smiled back.

With his hand around the back of her neck he pulled her in to a scorching kiss.

Unleashing her own fears and insecurities and loving how he made her feel, Carrie gave him everything he asked for, and more.

Chapter 12

One text.

In eight weeks, she'd had one text.

No scrub that. Just after he'd left Miami, she'd had one text.
'Missing you already. See you when I get back to Scotland. Jake x.'

Short enough that she knew it off by heart.

Over the next eight weeks, she'd had nothing.

Not a text.

Not an email.

Not a phone call.

Not even a message via Phil, who she knew, from Lynne, had been with him in the States for a while.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid.'
She threw down her pen in self disgust.

She'd opened herself up to him during those few stolen days in Miami. Given him everything, shared her secrets, her dreams, her desires. She'd thought he'd done the same.

The pain in her heart was intense. She'd fallen completely and irretrievably in love with him. Had thought that he returned at least some of that love.

He'd never said.

So maybe he hadn't.

'Stupid, stupid, STUPID!'
If she berated herself long enough maybe she'd stop caring.

'Why am I trying to work on a Saturday night anyway?'
She put her head in her hands, giving in to the moment of self pity.

'Home alone and all I can do is work. Pathetic!'

She dragged herself away from her desk, determined to enjoy the rest of the evening. Enjoy the first 'Charlie free' evening she'd had since Miami, the first weekend that wasn't hectic with visitors.

With a cup of her favourite tea she settled herself into her porch swing in the garden room, her favourite seat in the whole house, and snuggled into its depths.

With her head back and her eyes closed, her thoughts crashed in on her. Unable to stop them. Memories so vivid it could have been yesterday, not eight weeks ago. But then, the memories haunted her dreams, her every waking moment. No wonder they were vivid.

Eight weeks ago.

Back to those few magical days when she'd thought she'd burst with happiness. Those few magical days when being held in Jake's arms had been heavenly. She'd once thought being in the swing was a good substitute for being in the arms of a man. Ha! How wrong she'd been. It was a very poor second.

That first day, they'd finally made it out of the hotel suite for some fresh air around mid-afternoon. Jake had had some clothes delivered for her.

Her evening bag from the ball had been sent up by reception. Colour had flooded her as she'd realised her mum must have left it for her. She'd phoned her then and explained she would be spending a couple of days with Jake. Whilst she'd been on the 'phone, Jake had come up behind her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands had come round to caress her body. He'd started gently moving up and down her sides, then her stomach, the undersides of her breasts, finally rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She remembered leaning into his caress and zoning out her mother. Jake had ended the call for her. She felt embarrassed now as she recalled how easily she'd capitulated to his touch. The suite doorbell had gone just afterwards, with the on-duty butler delivering the wardrobe of clothes. But for that interruption, she would have let him take her again.