Waterfall Kisses (The Kisses 9)

“Is that so?” I asked, looking up at him.

Leo's blue eyes were serious. The truth shone within them as I dove into his gaze. These weren't just words to get him laid or meant to appease me. These were true. They were what he really felt and thought.

“Yes,” he said slowly. “And so much more, Charlotte. There aren't words for how perfect you are to me.” He swallowed hard, his blue eyes close to swallowing me whole. “Or how much I love you.”

I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped in my chest for an unending moment in time. Leo Westbrook, the man I had loved since the day I first saw him, loved me. Finally.

“I love you, Leo,” I whispered back, my voice tight and loose all at the same time.

He kissed me then, slow and sweet, but with so much passion it set my soul aflame.

“Oh, Charlotte...” My name was music when he said it and it made me thrill to the tips of my toes. My whole life, no one ever said my name the way he did. “Stay with me.” It wasn't a question or a request, but it wasn't a command either. “Be mine tonight.”

I grinned at him. “Why do you think I'm here?”

He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms tighter and breathing in the scent of my hair. His whole body was still, as if he were desperately trying to remember every detail of how I felt in his arms.

“Are you okay?” I asked, hugging him back. “You seem... I don't know... sad. Or disappointed. You sure there isn't something wrong?”

He slowly released his grip on me, letting me go just enough so that I could look up into his beautiful face. The lamp light from his desk cast shadows across his blue eyes and the stubble on his cheeks was longer than it had been this morning, but he still looked perfect to me.

“It's nothing important,” he promised. His eyes met mine and for a moment I could see storm clouds behind the beautiful blue of his irises. His fingers tightened across my back. “I need you tonight.”

“Then I'm yours.” I kissed his lips and whispered, “I've always been yours.”

His hands slid into my hair, tangling it between his strong fingers as he kissed me. Without having to think, my hands went around the back of his neck, my pelvis rocking against his as I whimpered into his mouth.

He took his time, kissing me thoroughly. A long, slow swipe of his tongue over my bottom lip, his teeth nibbling the edges of my mouth, his lips pressing against mine. My hand stroked his jaw, feeling the slight prickle of two-day stubble. It wasn't unpleasant, if anything it added to the myriad of wonderful sensations flowing through his kiss. My tongue found his, colliding and tasting. He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough.

I could have kissed him for hours. Leo knew how to kiss me, knew exactly which way to move and how to open me up to him. But I didn't want to just kiss him. I wanted to make love to him, and if the growing hardness pressed against my lower stomach was any indication, he wanted it too.

I broke away, grinning as I put my hand to his chest. “Mr. Westbrook, I do believe you need to relax. And I happen to know just how to do it.”

“Is that so?” One eyebrow cocked upward as the corners of his mouth crept up in an self-assured grin.

I seductively bit my lip, looking him up and down. He had changed from earlier and was now wearing dark slacks with a crisp, light-blue dress shirt. I loved his broad shoulders and slim waist, the way that he managed to look incredibly masculine but without overdoing it.

My fingers went to the top button of his shirt and paused before undoing the first one. I undid each following, tracing down the line to the button of his pants. He didn't have an undershirt on beneath the dress shirt due to the heat of the Caribbean and I was glad. It meant that his shirt now spilled open and I could see every muscle. All I wanted to do was run my tongue down his abs and taste his skin.

Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I slowly undid his belt buckle and then the zipper to his pants. He stood still, letting me undress his bottom half, even though his breaths were starting to become ragged with want.

With his pants pooled around his ankles, I could see his excitement tenting in his briefs. Somehow, he managed to look even bigger than I recalled from this morning. Even though he wasn't touching me, I felt my skin come alive beneath his gaze.

I tugged his briefs down, releasing his very impressive erection. I took a deep, desired filled breath and let it out slowly before pushing his shoulder. “Have a seat, Mr. Westbrook.”

He glanced back behind him, his eyes going to the small leather couch next to the desk. With calm, easy movements, he kicked off his pants and briefs and went to sit. His knees splayed out, revealing his perfect manhood to me.

As seductively as I could, I stepped toward him, swaying my hips and licking my lips. His eyes dilated as I went to my knees before him, tucking myself between his legs. I looked up at him, already wet my

self with what I knew I was going to do. I was going to give Leo the most pleasurable night he'd ever had.

I lifted my gaze, making sure his blue eyes were with me as I leaned forward and tasted him. His skin was velvet beneath my lips. He groaned, every muscle tightening as he struggled to stay seated.

“Charlotte,” he whispered, lust breaking his voice into a growl. “You don't have to do this.”

I raised my chin. “You just need to relax. You've had a long day and need to unwind.” With that, I tipped my head back down, running my tongue up his entire length and loving the way he trembled at my touch. He stilled, a deep groan of pleasure vibrating through him.

Spurred on by his reaction and the surprising pleasure I was getting from having him under my control, I swiped my tongue across his broad head, greedily licking and tasting every inch of him. I used my tongue to explore him, to caress his rock hard length. His hips bucked and his hands went to my hair, tangling in it and guiding me to where he wanted.