Conquer Your Love(Surrender Your Love 02)

Chapter 14





THE ROUND WHIRLPOOL was big enough to fit several people—not that the thought of others joining us appealed to me. One person was more than enough for me. I watched Jett as he slowly peeled off his clothes, with each piece revealing more of his delicious body. And then he was standing in front of me, with only his underwear to hide his impressive modesty. Towering at over six feet, his height both intimidated and fascinated me. The tattoos both attracted and aroused me. He felt my gaze on his manhood and let out a deep sexy breath, the sound vibrating through my lower abdomen. I knew what came next, and the prospect of seeing him completely naked excited me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

“Let me help you,” he whispered and started to undress me in slow but measured steps, his eyes never leaving mine. Those sinful eyes that never failed to light my whole being on fire. His hands pulled my top over my head and then unzipped my skirt, taking all the time in the world when I didn’t feel particularly patient.

Standing in front of him in my panties and my bra, my hands slid down his hard torso. His fingers gripped my chin and forced my face up to look at him.

“You’re sexy, Brooke, but today I can’t give you what you want.”

“Why’s that?” My voice was hoarse yet playful, pretending not to know he was talking about sex, while my hands continued to caress his naked chest. He moaned as my fingers moved further south, rubbing over the well-defined bulge beneath his shorts. “Are you giving in yet?”

“No.” A soft hiss escaped his throat. “And you should stop before I change my mind.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” I purred, my hand continuing to stroke his length. I almost squealed with delight as he began to grow in size before my eyes. “Maybe this is exactly what I need.”

“No, baby.” He shook his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment. His face was a mask of desire but he fought it hard, which both infuriated and delighted me because I loved a challenge. His eyes opened again and he regarded me with so much determination I knew I had to step up my game.

“So far we’ve focused on sex only,” Jett whispered. “Today I want to give you romance because it’s our first official date.”

He was doing it all backwards!

My body was craving for him. I didn’t mind doing him on our first official date at all. Come to think of it, we had done it already but that was just the appetizer.

“Ah, our first date.” I laughed out loud. “You’ve given me a date I think I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.”

“You think or you’re sure about that?” His mouth curled into a stunning smile. I wanted to run my fingers through his unruly hair and suck his lower lip into my mouth, biting and teasing so hard he’d beg for mercy.

“I was whisked away on a ship and then you saved my life.” My hands moved beneath his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his splendid erection. My gaze glued to it, I licked my lips with anticipation at taking him deep into my mouth.

“Brooke, stop looking at me like that.” His words carried just the right amount of a warning to make me giggle but not avert my gaze.

“What more could I want for in a date?” I said. “I think your efforts deserve a reward.” My fingers wrapped around the base of his manhood and lingered there. “And I know where to start.”

“Not sex. You can repay me in a different way,” he whispered.

I wanted to point out that I didn’t feel like owing him anything. Truth be told, I liked the idea of pleasing him. It turned me on. It made me wet just thinking about it, picturing him at my mercy.

“How?” I ran my fingertips up and down his swollen shaft until he stopped my hand from moving, rubbing, anything that I knew would make him give in.

“You could learn scuba diving with me. Isn’t that what you said you always wanted to do?”

“I thought you weren’t listening,” I said, surprised that he remembered my monologue in the car. “You’re a really good driver. Were you even afraid when those people were after us? It didn’t look like you broke a sweat.”

And once again his lips curved into a wicked smile. Through my lowered lids, I couldn’t see if it was because of my compliment or because he was pulling down my panties, and seeing how wet I was for him.

“No, Brooke.” His electrifying green eyes brushed my breasts, and settled on the small strip of hair between my legs. Even though he wasn’t touching me, I could almost feel him between my legs and the anticipation drove me crazy. “It was nothing compared to the fear I felt when you were gone. Nothing will ever top that fog of dread I fell into when I realized I might come too late...when I should’ve trusted you from the beginning.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“You didn’t know. Trust is earned, isn’t it?” I said gently.

“It is.” His voice was soft like the breeze. “I don’t want to lose you ever again, Brooke. It was hard for me to let you go.” His fingers unclasped my bra and he threw it on top of the pile of clothes to our feet. His hands moved to my breast, and the kneading and light pinching sent warm shivers through my body. His lips trailed down from my neck to my shoulders, resting there, and I could feel his breath on my skin, both his touch and words making me dizzy.

“I wanted what’s best for you, what I thought would make you happy, even though it wasn’t any of my business… but letting you go wasn’t even the hardest part.”

I held my breath and regarded him, listening hard so I wouldn’t miss a word because I wanted to remember this moment forever.

“The hardest part was acknowledging I might never see you again. Realizing how much you mean to me and how much I’d miss your pretty face every morning and night. Realizing all the things I didn’t do with you and might never get a chance to. But I think most of the pain came from the realization that the time we spent together was not enough for me and I couldn’t force you to feel the same way.”

His words were like honey. It was all so sweet, so dark, so unexpected that it shook me to the very core. More beautiful than anything I ever dared to hope for.

“Maybe I missed you, too.” I said, trying to play it cool. “It wasn’t easy on my part, either.” My words were already so choked, I doubted I’d be able to say much more.

Jett helped me into the whirlpool and sat down on the bottom, the hot water barely reaching his shoulders. Realizing my height wouldn’t give me that advantage, I settled for the second upper step next to him, the water barely covering my breasts. The water bubbled, hiding his sculpted body, which was a shame because I couldn’t stop looking at him.

As if sensing my thoughts, he turned to face me. A flicker of mischief played in his eyes and his lips trailed down from my neck to my waiting nipples. His teeth grazed the hard tip of my breast a moment before his tongue flipped over it as I buried my fingers into his hair and demanded more of his mouth’s grazing and flicking. And then the sucking.

Oh god.

Either the temperature in the water just went up, or he got me boiling inside.

“I want to enjoy every minute with you,” Jett said. His eyes bore into me, drinking me in, swallowing me up whole.

“As long as it lasts, huh?” I didn’t remark that was my biggest fear—that we’d be over before we even started.

“And I hope that’s a long time,” Jett whispered.

In one swift motion he inched closer and lifted me up, settling me on his lap with my legs spread around him, the water engulfing my sex, prickling the soft flesh. His erection brushed my lower abdomen impatiently, demanding to be allowed entry.

“One thing’s for sure, Brooke. I won’t let you go easily next time. In fact there won’t be a next time.” His sexy whisper sent a delicious pull between my legs. His hands pulled my hips so close I could feel his large erection against the secret opening between my legs. I felt myself going wet. There was a beautiful deep ache inside me, asking to be stilled.

“You said you couldn’t give me what I wanted today?” Gazing into his impossibly green eyes, I lifted my hips enough to straddle his hard shaft and, as slowly as I could, moved down, every inch sending another delightful contraction through my body. The head of his erection probed my sex, spearing my soft lips, entering me just a little but enough to send a hot wave of pleasure through me. A hard moan escaped his lips as I accommodated more of him.

“That can be negotiated.” Jett’s hands settled on my waist, offering the support I needed. I lowered myself onto him just a little bit more, allowing him to stretch me and fill me, until I thought I could take no more of his size—and he wasn’t even half way in. I rode him, my inside clenching as the slow thrusts rubbed a tender spot. As I moaned louder, his breathing became harder. He took charge, his hand pulling my hips down until I could feel his thick, hard erection going so deep I felt like letting go. With every slide, I rocked my hips, the delicious pain radiating more pleasure, breaking more barriers. His movement reached my core, his hunger for release consuming us both and when we came, I could have sworn the burning fire merged us into one.