Conquer Your Love
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“I can’t wait that long.” His voice was deep and hoarse, and reflected my own desire. And oh, that accent! I had to ask him about it…as soon as we were done. If I managed to remember. Because right now I was having a hard time controlling everything, from my labored breathing to the way my heart seemed to want to storm out of my chest.
No man’s scent, or voice, had ever headed straight for my panties like this. I appreciated a deep rumble just like any other woman, but Jett’s baritone was heavenly. He had me panting with nothing more than a whiff and a few words. And don’t even get me started on his dreamy eyes and luscious body.
I took a sharp breath and let his tongue invade my mouth with perfect precision, each lick and tug on my lips sending flames through my body as he pressed me harder into the railing and opened my legs with one motion of his knee. My nipples beaded on contact with his knowledgeable fingers and heat began to pool between my legs.
“Jett.” His mouth stifled my moan. His hands continued to caress my body through my thin top and skirt. Next thing I knew my top was gone and my bra unclasped. My breasts spilled into his open palms, ready to be touched and given his undivided attention. His mouth left mine and moved south. Closing my eyes and dipping my head back, I gave in to the exquisite sensation of his rough tongue rasping the sensitive skin of my breasts. His relentless fingers began to knead my breasts while his mouth kept torturing my nipples, biting, licking, sucking—a bit of all of them at once. My head began to spin from all the different sensations flooding my body, and I groaned something that sounded vaguely like ‘more.’
“I love the sexy sounds you make when you’re horny, baby. Can you say it one more time?”
“More,” I whispered.
I could feel the slow clenching within my lower abdomen, the heat gathering in my clit as my senses awakened to the sensual pleasure his mouth sent through my breasts. The sensations consumed me, made me want to beg him to—
Stop?
Continue?
I couldn’t decide.
I moaned as Jett’s mouth traveled down my belly and his tongue dipped into my navel, working his way to my inner thighs.
“Lift your leg for me,” Jett said, hitching my skirt up to my waist and then my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and, bending my knees, I propped my foot against the railing, my heated flesh exposed to his touch and his hungry look.
“You’re so beautiful and wet.” His voice came low and hoarse—filled with a desire matching mine.
And then his lips were on me, his tongue inside me, licking and thrusting through my damp folds. Slow at first, then faster, pausing only to flick his tongue over my sensitive clit, torturing me even more. A whimper escaped my lips as an electric jolt ran through my entrance and my sex clenched with need for him.
I gazed down at him and our eyes connected in that ancient language of sex that knows no words—just sweet all-consuming sensation. If he kept up the torture, I’d come. But I didn’t want to—not yet.
“Fuck me.” It wasn’t a plea; it was a demand. And Jett knew it because he instantly let go of me. Grinning, he came up and captured my mouth in a heated kiss. His lips and tongue tasted of my wetness and that turned me on even more. At the periphery of my mind, I registered his hands between our bodies, removing his jeans and pulling down his shorts. My fingers moved to caress him, eager to gift him the same kind of pleasure he had gifted me, but his erection was between my legs already. Lifting me up and pressing my back into the railing, he entered me in one swift motion. A groan tore from Jett’s lips as he pushed his entire length into me and began to thrust in long, hard movements. My sex began to tighten on him as he swelled marginally within me and I gasped in pleasure, the shock of how big he was almost making me come.
“More, baby?”
Jett’s eyes bore into me with such intensity I felt the fragile walls of my heart crumbling at his feet. He was so beautiful, so perfect in his lust for me, I wanted to stay buried in his arms, with him inside me, forever. Our bodies united, we moved together beyond time and space, drowning in each other’s desire. There was no more to the world than sensation—thrilling and demanding and aching—as our souls collided and our damp bodies met time and time again, until I knew we were about to become one.
Burying his head in the crane of my neck, I felt Jett’s hot breath on my skin, whispering how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me. Against the glaring brightness of the sun, I closed my eyes and tightened on his erection. He pulsed between my legs and his breathing quickened, signaling his release was imminent.
With a last shudder, I gave myself to him as my whole being shattered around him in a million pieces. Faintly, I felt his hand on my clit as he pulsed inside me, once, twice, with my name on his lips, and his other hand buried in my hair. A hot jolt of lightning seared my clit a moment before his moisture surged through my sex. Our bodies began to melt into one another as we claimed our climaxes together as one.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity must have passed, he lifted me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. With the soft fragrance of his sheets and the heady scent of our lovemaking still clinging to our skin, I fell asleep in Jett’s arms.
Chapter 13
My head was leaning against the window of Jett’s expensive car, my skin scorching with the promise of another sunburn courtesy of our lovemaking on the boat’s deck. Only thirty minutes to go and I’d be back in my normal world, away from Jett’s presence, and already I felt like I was missing him—even though he was sitting right beside me, steering the car through the country lanes at a leisurely speed.
The sun was setting, coloring the sky in dark shades of red, bronze, and copper. Soon the sky would darken and display the moon and the stars. It was my favorite time of the day—the few minutes between day and night, when it wasn’t quite either. I was ready for my next first with Jett.
“Tired?” Jett asked, shooting me a sideway glance.
I nodded and returned his smile. “A bit. Thanks for the date. I had a great day.”
“So did I. I’d like to do it again.” He winked and turned his attention back on the road.
My cheeks caught fire at his insinuation.
“The boat’s amazing. No wonder you spend so much time on it.” I laughed out loud, thinking how wonderful it must be to live on a boat. Be carefree. Do whatever you feel like doing.
“Once you’ve figured out what to do with the estate and everything’s settled, we’ll set sail for a week,” Jett said. “Maybe even travel the world or, in this case, the world’s waters.”
“That sounds amazing.” I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes for a moment, savoring his presence. It felt so good to be near him, with him. I couldn’t wait to spend more time together and get to know each other. Like really find out everything about him, including favorite color, hopes and wishes, the stuff of his nightmares, and what brought a smile to his perfect face. I couldn’t just ask without seeming to be inquisitive fan girl material, so my best bet was to get him to talk.
“You asked me if I could swim,” I began. “I can, but I wish I could dive. When I was younger I had the dream to live underwater among corals and fish, which is weird because I’m scared of drowning. I bet you can scuba dive, huh?”
His fleeting look shot to the rearview mirror and his foot stepped on the accelerator.
Not the elaborate answer, or interest, I had been hoping for. I held on to the armrest for support and thought of another angle I could go. “What are you scared of?”
“Not sure.” His voice came a little brisk.
Okay.
His sudden reticence was making meaningful conversation difficult. I turned to regard him, but his focus was on the road ahead.
“Jett?” I touched his arm gently to get his attention.
He frowned but didn’t turn. “Yes?”
“Are you tired? Or would you rather not talk? Because I’m fine with the latter.” I tried to infuse as much nonchalance into my voice as I could muster. All guys were weird every now and then, right? If he needed a bit of space, I could give him that.
“No.” He shook his head, his gaze moving to the rearview mirror again. “Sorry, baby, I’m a little distracted right now.”
He was probably not interested in all my boring stuff. Of course, as a woman I tended to drone on forever, so I decided to lighten up his mood.
“There’s still so much thinking to do about the estate’s future, but I want you to know that I’m seriously considering your job offer.” I narrowed my eyes on him. His face was tense in concentration on the road ahead. A deep line had formed between his brows. “The pay raise sounds great and I’ve always wanted to be a team manager.”
It was my clue to him that I wanted to work with him again. I thought the idea would please him.
No answer.
Seriously?
I frowned. That wasn’t quite the response I expected. I had never seen him this quiet. Something was wrong with him.
“Do you want me to switch on the music?” I asked.
He changed gears and the car sped forward. My heart began to hammer in my chest. Even though traffic was slow, a few oncoming cars passed us by, some barely managing to stay on their side of the road.
The muscles in Jett’s arms strained to hold on to the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the road.
“Slow down!” Maybe he was into dangerous driving but I wasn’t.
“It’s okay, baby,” Jett said calmly.
“What? No! Slow down. What the hell’s going on?”
A brief pause, then, “I don’t want to scare you, but I think someone’s chasing us.” His words echoed in my mind.
“What do you mean? We’re in a car.”
“Yes, and someone’s following us,” Jett said slowly. I squirmed in my seat. “No. Don’t turn around.”
“Okay.” The tremble in my voice betrayed the sudden unease gripping my heart. My attention moved to the passenger side mirror and my heart raced in my chest, speeding faster than the car.
There was a vehicle behind us but it wasn’t driving too close—not like you see in action movies. It wasn’t possible that anyone was chasing us. We were in Italy, and not in a Hollywood movie.
“Are you sure it’s not just heading the same way?”
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure. I’ve taken several turns, passed several villages, and it’s still behind us.” He checked the rearview mirror again. “Can you note down the license plate?”
His calm tone, which I suspected was supposed to comfort me, only managed to make me even more nervous.
I fished my phone out of my handbag and typed in the numbers and letters I could decipher from the rearview mirror, damning my phone for having small buttons that made typing with trembling fingers a nightmare.
“Should I call for help?” I asked, figuring even if I knew the emergency number, I didn’t speak a word Italian.
“I’ve got this,” Jett said. “Just get the plate.”