Chapter 138
Returning to the room I climb into bed properly, stripping back to his T-shirt and pick up a book from my
bedside table, some light-hearted romance Le gave me that never piqued my interest back then. It’s
not toote but it’s past seven, so going to bed isn’t exactly unheard of. It’s not long before my over
exhausted mind drifts off mid-sentence.
* * *
“Baby, no!” Jake’s disappointed voice breaks into my sleepy state. “I had ns for you.” His voice is
husky and thick but I’m too tired to open my eyes.
“I’m exhausted.” I sigh, enjoying his hands on my face, the heavy weight of his body on top of me, he
smells good, a little too good.
“You’re such a lightweight, bambino … I’m going to have to build your stamina up.” He kisses me on
the forehead and lifts off me. “I’m going down to the gym with Daniel to expel some of this excess
tension seeing as you’re out of order. We’ll talk tomorrow about Le, okay?” he murmurs softly, a
finger stroking my cheek. I attempt to open one eye and focus on his gorgeous face inches above me,
watching me with appreciation. “He’s spending the night, we’ll be an hour or two … Sleep, bambino.”
He leans down, kisses me on the mouth again and leaves me to get the first decent night’s sleep I’ve
had since I was pulled into his arms on that dance floor.
* * *
I wake up alone in the huge bed, but Jake’s side is messed up as though he’s been here, I nce at
the clock on his side, it’s early, before 6.00 a.m. I vaguely remember him telling me that he needed to
get back into his routine, early morning jogging and gym now that we’re home. It seems that having me
in his bed means he no longer drags me out to run like he used to, he’s neglected it since we’ve been
together. Not that he needs it with all the extra activitytely, I certainly don’t. I roll over to his side and
inhale his pillows, the bed smells of him, his aftershave, and personal scent which is moreforting
than any smell in the world. I wrap my arms around his cushions sighing heavily and fall back asleep.
I wake again with the rm at seven and I can hear him in the shower off our room, it sounds like he’s
singing, and I stifle a giggle, he’s surprisingly melodic. I close my eyes and listen intently.
Actually, he’s more than melodic, Jake has a really sexy singing voice … I’m more than impressed.
I’m literally swooning at this unexpected talent he has. He sounds like a singer from a band I was
obsessed with in my teens, husky yet boyish, he could easily pull off soft rock with a voice like that.
Desire overtakes me, and I slide out of bed and pad into the open bathroom, I strip off and slide into the
shower behind him. He seems to sense my approach, stops singing and turns, catches me, and pulls
me under the jets with him.
“She’s awake!” He kisses me, wet faced and smelling of his familiar citrus shower gel and shampoo.
“Barely. That sexy voice called me through here.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he maneuvers
me under the water and starts running his fingers through my hair, soaking it, and letting it trail down
my neck. He picks up the shampoo bottle.
“My irresistible singing in the shower, had your heart all of a flutter did it?” He dollops the shampoo in
his hand and starts massaging it into my hair and scalp a little roughly.
“Maybe … Calm the hands, Carrero, you’re not washing a dog.” I lift my hands over his and slow down
and ease his motion a little, helping him wash my hair. We stand for a moment while my hair is rinsed
clean, his eyes flickering up and down the full length of me. I pause to reach for the shower gel which I
put in here and he stops my hand.
“After … You’re going to need it.” He gives me the naughty look I’vee to know so well then knocks
the breath out of me with his mouth against mine; in seconds he hoists me up to straddle him around
the waist and pushes me back against the cold, tiled wall behind me. Deepening his kiss, his arms
around me tightly, grinding against me with a fever that overtakes us both within seconds. My body
never failing to react to this man.
“Do we still need a condom?” he asks gruffly, hands holding me up and I shake my head. I began oral
contraception before heading out on the boat with him, the doctor assured me we should be okay after
two weeks to stop with condoms. Which would be today. He remembered.
It feels amazing to no longer have anything between us, just skin on skin. He makes love to me up
against the tiles, slow and deliberate, his mouth exploring me and bringing me to dizzying heights
effortlessly, savoring the new sensation. Water pouring overhead, the noise muffling out my moans and
cries.
* * *
Leaning against his body on my own feet as he washes me, I ampletely rxed, my body still
tingling, my breathing stillbored. He bends down, kissing my shoulder and neck every few strokes of
lathering my skin, his hands massaging me seductively. I couldy back and fall asleep this way, he
has no idea how much I trust him, how soothing his touch is. I could literally curl naked around him and
let him do whatever he wants to me for an eternity without any fear or doubts.
“Baby?” he breathes softly behind me, his handse down over my shoulders and back, softly
massaging soap into me with confident strokes, tracing patterns with his fingers across my skin.
“Mmm hmm,” I sigh,pletely mesmerized by his hands.
“After you went to bed, I got a call … I need to go to LA tonight. We’re finally sitting down with the
lawyers tomorrow … Marissa’s agreed to some of the terms Iid out.” His tone is wary, and I stiffen. “I
want you toe with me.”
I close my eyes and shake my head impulsively. If he’s going to see her then I don’t want to go. I don’t
want to sit in a hotel twiddling my thumbs or pacing around waiting for him toe back. I could be
here at work, or with Sarah. Not obsessing over the two of them sitting across a table, talking about a
linked future, and their child. The thought makes me feel sick.
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“I don’t want to go to LA,” I utter quietly. He moves closer, pressing against my back, his hot body heat
warming me, but it doesn’t help my internal chills.
“I don’t want this to be something we fight about.” He runs his finger down the back of my neck,
sending shivers through every part of me. nting a soft kiss between my shoulder des before
bringing his mouth back up to nape of my neck, pushing my head to one side and tracing his lips
across my jaw. I know what he’s trying to do, seduction as distraction.
Yeah, I’m well versed in all the Carrero tricks I’m afraid. I see through this.
“I don’t want to go … To sit about waiting while you and she do whatever.” I sigh heavily. I want to stay
in my little ignorant bubble pretending Marissa and this baby don’t exist for a little while longer. When
the child is born, it’ll be a part of our lives for an eternity, for now I just want the bliss of the two of us
and no outside disruptions. Later, when it’s here, I can ept and get used to the new dynamics it will
bring to our lives, but for now, I don’t have to like it.
“I told you, Emma … She doesn’t get to keep you out; you’ll be at the meeting too.” His voice is
determined. I spin on my heel so suddenly he almost loses his bnce.
“No!” I snap “I don’t want to go! … I don’t want to be part of all that or to see her … And you … In the
same ce.” Emotion fills me, and I try to turn away again, suddenly ashamed of my violent outburst. I
don’t want him to see just how insecure and jealous I am or can be. Embarrassed by my uncontrolled
reaction.
“Bambino? … Emma? … Hey!” He grabs my face and hauls me back, pulling me against him, fresh
tears rolling down my cheek. “Okay … okay.” He soothes. “I’m sorry, I just figured keeping you involved
was the best way … I don’t want to upset you, be.” He kisses me softly on the mouth, trying to
soothe away my distress. He nibbles my lower lip, yfully trying to bring my mood back and quell my
tears, it works a little and I begin to rx again. Sighing away the stupid emotions and wiping a hand
across my already wet face. Completely pointless as every part of me is wet, Jake runs a thumb across
my cheek with the same poor sess.