All the Waters of the Earth (Giving You ... #3) by Leslie McAdam Read Free Book Online Page B

was so glad that even though he was a workaholic he took the classes to tend his passion.  Animated, lovely, he wasn’t so slick. There was something almost sad and wistful underneath. Someone who had been missing out on life. Someone who needed care and attention.
    And I kept watching him. Watching his athletic frame move in his chair and the graceful way he held his silverware. Then in return, feeling his eyes on me, studying me. Enjoying him asking me questions—about Rob, about the people in our complex, about my childhood—and listening to the answers. I studied the way his neck moved, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. The little glimpses of his chest that I got from the unbuttoned neck of his shirt.
    Oh, yes, desire had been stirring in me for a long time.  And now I had it bad.
    He’d been hands-off of me, other than giving me his arm.
    But now, as we finished the last bite of tiramisu, he reached over and touched my hand and I loved it and he looked at me in a way I could feel between my legs.
    “Let’s go back.”
    Yes.

 
     

     
     
     
    We didn’t even make it out to the Biltmore parking lot before we were joined at the lip.
    Holding hands, we’d walked through the chic lobby of the hotel to the patio entranceway, lit with fairy lights wrapped around the palm tree trunks, making it look magical. We’d been serenaded by the crash of the ocean right beside us in the dark and the clink and murmur of dinner guests in the restaurant patio.
    Leaving me by a lush, bright purple bougainvillea vibrant in the low light, Jake had strolled to the valet booth, handed the ticket to the attendant, and now came back to me, eyes on mine, intent. He bent down and kissed me hard.  His scorching mouth, chocolatey from the tiramisu, invaded mine, our noses smushing together. I kissed him back with fervor, loving the crush into his body, loving the way his arms wrapped around me and held me to his firm body, loving the way he smelled and the way he tasted.
    He didn’t kiss like a distracted, workaholic businessman.  He kissed like he’d never heard of a cell phone. Like this was his way of creating art and he didn’t care who saw. It felt like there was nothing around us, nothing in existence except him pressing his body to me, his lips and tongue to mine. I was completely in his world and he was in mine and it was a heart-stoppingly romantic place to be. All of creation existed in that moment.  At least until he bit my lower lip gently, and he pulled back and looked at me, heat in his eyes.
    The young, pimpled valet standing next to us cleared his throat.
    I stifled a giggle. Who knew how long he was standing there watching us make out? Jake looked at me conspiratorially, kissed my nose, then took my hand and walked me over to his car. He opened my door and I slid in.
    When he took off back home, he drove faster than he did on the way to the hotel. In no time at all, I was out of the car. I fumbled with my keys. Then my door was open and Jake followed me inside my home. I turned and closed my door. He boxed me into the back of the door, arms on both sides of me. His mouth came down on mine again, and this time it was even more frenzied because we didn’t have any chance of an audience.
    Teeth knocked, tongues touched, he even growled against my throat.  I moaned when he started nibbling his way down my neck, sucking and caressing.
    I pressed his jacket off of his shoulders, struggling with it, and finally getting it off. Then I started unbuttoning his shirt, crazed to touch him, wanting to feel his athletic body. As he leaned over to kiss me, he helped, and his shirt came off and fell to the floor.  Shoes kicked off.  I kissed his broad, muscular chest, licking his nipples, sucking my way up to his neck.
    “I want you right now,” I said against his soft skin, and he groaned and then picked me up, carrying me down the hall while I squealed and kicked in his arms.  I was finally going to get some.