The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

For the first time in weeks I get a stupid spontaneous smile spreading across my face and I stare at him in a completely new light. It’s as though I’ve just woken up, and blinking in sunlight, I gaze at him as he comes into focus. He looks happy, idling through the stuff on the bed, his green eyes almost luminescent. I’ve never seen him as gorgeous as he is right at this very moment, beaming over his baby’s things looking every bit irresistible to me. I couldn’t fill my heart with any more love than this moment right here. Everything that has happened, everything we’ve done to one another, yet this little moment here seems to wipe it all out. Just looking at him like this, knowing I’ve been falling apart without his touch, has me aching. I want him, and I need him so badly, this is making me crazy.

“Kiss me,” I say it so directly and spontaneously that I even take myself by surprise. His eyes snap to mine and he seems to take a moment to realize what I’ve asked. A flash of something in his eyes, hesitation, and something else … apprehension. The tension rises in my stomach with every delayed second.

We seem to stay motionless, looking at one another, while I wait for some sort of verbal response, every moment becoming agony as the pit of self-doubt grows inside of me. It’s almost like he no longer wants to kiss me.

Shit … I’m losing him. Crazy Emma pushed him too far away. Stupid Emma, you've been pushing him away for weeks despite everything he has been doing to show you he loves you.

Jake sweeps forward, pinning me to the cushions, his mouth meeting mine in almost a flicker of a second. I don’t see the reaction coming so I’m bowled backward and before I really know what’s happening our mouths are locked and his hands are cradling my face. That soft warm mouth, the feelings it rips up to the surface consume me, gently molding our movements in perfect unison. His mouth was always made to kiss mine. My toes tingle right up to my pelvis and my heart aches for him.

He literally kisses the breath right out of me, moving on top of me on the bed so he can lie over me yet holding his weight up. He slides his tongue gently into my mouth, a soft yet firm motion, as we get used to one another once again. I get lost in the feel of him and what he’s doing to me. It feels like he hasn’t kissed me in an eternity and it physically pains me. This is so right it makes me want to cry.

He tastes like I remember, smells, and feels like my dreams, and with every second of this unity a part of me starts healing. I groan almost instantly, a thousand butterflies fluttering up inside my stomach, warmth spreading through my veins. My fingers find their way up around his neck and across those muscular shoulders, his hair, and his jaw. I’m roaming, devouring what I’ve been lacking for so long.

building up inside of me to let her in. I push myself into him firmly, intensifying the passion of the kiss, letting our tongues caress, breathing hard

unleashed; hormones and heartbreak; anger and lust; I’ve been denied,

my mouth and biting him; deprived for too long and turning feral with need. My inner body is combusting with fiery heat and my lower body is aching with a hunger so intense I want to scream. He automatically releases my wrist and moves down over my breast through the sheer satin of my dress; soaring heat from

if you keep doing that.” He takes several deep breaths trying to calm his body down. He’s completely irresistible like this, standing

I want normal Jake.” I pout angrily. My inner core almost twisting itself into a frenzy of horniness just

I need him. I need this, I need sex. I’m

won’t touch you or do anything until you’re ready.” His tense body turns me on, and I bite my lip, fixated on

sex out the window I stand up and yank his shirt out at the waist. I slide my hands under the hem of the smooth fabric and up the sculptured muscles across his abdomen; reveling in the feel of the body I missed so much. I bite my lip and focus my all on the body in front of me; a body built to make women go completely weak at the knees and their panties self-combust.

His low husky voice and shallow breathing confirm it. I can feel the energy pulsing from him, making me feel desirable, knowing he’s fighting the lust driving through him; knowing I could break his will with a mere touch. Knowing I have this much control over

stiffens in response. The tension is oozing from him, yet he doesn’t move out of my grasp or move to touch me. My hand slowly traces the soft hard

down grabbing his hand, not satisfied with his self-control, pulling him into me, almost groaning at the look in his eyes as we come nose to nose. He may not be initiating anything, but he certainly isn’t stopping me from doing it. He’s just as weak

eyes, his face set in complete longing, and his mouth ready to kiss. I maneuver his hand under my dress, to my waiting lace underwear, and let go of him as it touches