Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2), page 8
“You’re killing me Emmy. My dick is like steel again knowing I will get to lick, tease and taste what hardly anyone else has ever touched.”
She huffs out a noise that is half sigh, half sexually frustrated groan, “I just don’t want to be a disappointment Jake. I want to do to you everything you are doing to me.”
“Emmy, trust me when I say that nothing that happens between us, will ever leave me disappointed. I just came literally five minutes ago and with only your words, you have got me as hard as hell.”
Her embarrassment evaporates on a light laugh “Well I guess you won’t need me to tell you that what you just said you want to do to me, has never been done to me before.”
Have I heard her right? She’s just said she had a lover before me and now she’s saying she hasn’t.
“Emmy, you just said I will be your second lover, I don’t understand.” The confusion in my voice is obvious and she gleefully uses it against me. It almost causes me to shoot my second load, without even touching my dick, when she replies, “I was referring to the licking and tasting Jake. You said that’s what you wanted to do to me and I’ve …”
I cut her off with a loud groan filled with frustration “Arghhh, don’t tell me anymore Emmy, not while you are still hundreds of miles away. When you get off that plane in a few hours, you can tell me then and I want every little detail.”
So here I sit hidden away, well as ‘hidden’ as sitting in a stretch limo, directly outside the arrivals lounge of Tokyo’s Haneda airport can be, while waiting for my girl to come through baggage claim.
The frenzy surrounding VB and how crazy the Japanese fans are means I’ve been forbidden from waiting for Emma inside. I’ve had to send Nina, my PA, to collect her and that just pisses me off.
I should be the first person she sees when she comes through those doors, not one of my many employees.
I catch myself running my palms up and down my thighs with anticipation and I quickly sit on my hands.
I feel like a little fucking kid on Christmas day, eagerly waiting for Santa, unable to sleep with excitement.
Only this is better than Christmas day, today I’ve cleared my schedule because I plan on unwrapping the most delicious, most anticipated, present I’ve ever got my hands on.
My left foot keeps a frantic beat on the car floor, the dull ‘duh duh duh’ each time it makes contact, echoing through the metal shell, increasing my heart rate and setting my pulse on fire.
I look at my watch for the umpteenth time before my phone buzzes on the seat next to me, catching my attention. It’s Emma.
I’m here, just found Nina, on our way xx
I dart out of my seat and fling open the car door. Both the driver and my burly minder instantly open their car doors and flank me, obstructing my view of the glass entryway.
I feel her before I see her, the air changes, becoming denser and even more humid, and a slight crackle charges the molecules around me.
The doors slide open and I see Nina first. She’s instructing a porter who is pulling a trolley containing suitcases, then a few steps behind her, is Emma.
Jesus Christ, how can she have become even more breathtakingly beautiful than she was just a few weeks ago?
She peers around the side of the porter and her steps falter. A heart stopping smile overtakes her face and that’s when I dart away from the protection of the two men on either side of me. I launch myself at full speed, vault over the trolley the porter is pulling, ignoring the look of surprise on his face, and head straight towards her.
She throws her head back and laughs at my over the top acrobatics and not a moment later, I have picked her up in my arms, crashing my lips to hers in a brutal and all consuming kiss.
Our teeth clash and nip, our tongues dual for control and every shit thing that has happened over the last few weeks, crumbles away, turning into dust and floating off into the breeze.
This moment right here is everything I’ve never had and everything I never knew I was missing.
Nine long days later in Tokyo Japan….
I’m here; today is the day I get to finally hold him in my arms again.
After believing Jake’s version of events that led up to the media storm surrounding him and Vanessa Havers, things between us seemed to escalate with every text and every phone conversation.
I can feel our connection deepening into something more.
He’s funny, intelligent, interesting and so damn sexy, even on the phone, that I often allow our conversations to stray from innocent flirting into borderline erotic.
When I’m not texting with him, I’m thinking of him and late at night when I do get to speak to him on the phone, I want more.
I want the butterflies in my stomach to take flight and lift my body away from this island.
I want the yearning in my chest to ease with his presence.
I want the incessant ache between my legs to be soothed by his touch.
I want him like I’ve never wanted anything ever before.
Perhaps that’s how we ended up having full blown phone sex last night. Yes, that’s right PHONE SEX.
I should be ashamed to admit it and it’s not something I will be sharing with Liv when she badges me for details but in all honesty, it’s all I’ve thought about ever since.
I barely slept.
Even after using my own hands to bring me to an earth shattering orgasm, one which caused me to drop my phone from where I had it wedged between my shoulder and my ear, every part of me still throbbed. That tender spot between my thighs felt like it had its own pulse and it wasn’t blood rushing to it but pure lust.
If I lose control just from the sound of his voice, God help me when he finally does what he’s vowed to do and make me his.
I think I already am.
No, that’s not the honest truth. I know I’m already his and it scares me. In fact it petrifies me.
I want to surrender to the magnetic force between us, want to trust in this undeniable connection we have, a connection that I’ve given up everything to pursue but I still wonder why me?
Why does this man who can have anyone he desires, want me?
Will I be enough for him? Will everything I have to give be enough?
Despite the nagging voice in my head that tells me I’m not, my heart still tells me I could be and I will take that small sliver of hope and allow it to override all of my insecurities.
My future, my life and our connection needs hope to flourish, not regrets, not what ifs.
If you want someone, truly want someone, all those doubts and fears should be pushed aside and you should be strong enough to offer yourself completely, without regrets.
I truly want Jake.
I would rather risk getting hurt than never have this chance with him.
That doesn’t mean I’m not terrified and it doesn’t mean that I relish the thought of being hurt. In fact, I know it would be Jake that could hurt me more than anyone else ever has, or ever could.
The sixteen hour flight passes in the blink of an eye, I expected it to drag.
I think my nerves have kept me in a perpetual state of anxious excitement. It’s like all my cells are ricocheting off one another, causing a continuous buzz throughout my entire body.
My very skin feels like it vibrates.
We land smoothly and as soon as we get the all clear from the flight staff, I switch on my mobile to check for messages.
Hey Emmy, I know u r in the air right now but I’m hoping u get this as soon as u land. Fans r so crazy here that security won’t let me enter the airport 2 meet u. Nina my PA will b waiting for u at arrivals. I’ll b right outside. I wish it was me who gets 2 see u first, I’ll make it up 2 u. That’s a promise x
I will never get enough of him calling me Emmy. Even in a text I can hear the deep timbre of his voice forming those two syllables and my heart skips a beat.
I also have a text from Liam wishing me luck and telling me to text him later and one from a very excitable Liv.
Eeek!! I’m guessing u r half way there by now. I’m gonna miss my best girl but I’m so chuffed for u!! Em, you are soooo gonna get some HOT Foxy action when u arrive (and I want deets!) :p
I blush at the cheek of her. I’m already wound up like a spinning top I don’t need her making me nervous, I might get performance anxiety.
“Ladies and gentlemen thank you for flying with us today. We wish you a pleasant trip to Tokyo and in just a moment I will be able to open the airplane doors and you can depart.”
The stewardess’s announcement jerks me from my increasingly naughty thoughts. That continuous buzz in my body is now concentrated on one specific area and I unconsciously rub my thighs together.
You have thirty minutes to get it together Em. Do not go getting off this plane in this state and end up walking like John Wayne into Jake’s arms.
The elderly lady, who has been sitting besides me the entire trip, clears her throat and stands, motioning her intention of exiting her seat. I get up slowly and turn away from her to hide my embarrassment. If only she knew the thoughts that were causing this blush on my cheeks or who was the cause of it, she’d be patting me on the back for a job well done.
The plane starts to empty and I finally feel more in control of myself, so I grab my hand luggage and make my way to the open doors.
I step out of the cool, air conditioned, plane and the humidity immediately sucks the air from my lungs. This is a totally different heat to what I’ve just left and I can feel sweat forming under my arms within seconds.
Great, not only will I have to see Jake looking all bedraggled after a sixteen hour flight but I’ll also be sweating like a pig; one that has just seen a hog roast for the first time.
“So attractive Emma”, I can hear the words as if my mother had spoken them herself.
Yeah, well, you’re not here now Mum, so I’m just going to ignore that little bit of yourself, that you’ve embedded into my self conscience.
I get through baggage claim quickly and I’m one of the first to enter the arrivals lounge but I have no clue what Jake’s PA looks like, so I scour the waiting crowd like a lost child.
A voice calls out from my left and a petite but curvaceous blonde, with a short but funky haircut, waves a card with Emma Campbell in my direction.
“Miss Campbell, I’m Nina. I hope you got the text Jake sent you and you were expecting me, not that 6ft 2” hunk of yours.” She winks at me and I’m thrown for a second. How well does this new PA know Jake to be this personal already?
“Relax Emma.” she smiles at me. “Jake’s got the wrong equipment for my tastes, if you know what I mean, it doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a good looking man when I see one.”
I’m flustered and my reply makes this obvious, “Oh okay, I… ummm, well I don’t know what to say to that to be honest.” I laugh lightly and I know a blush has found my cheeks again.
“Oh I can see why you’ve got that one wrapped around your pinkie finger, takes something special to catch the eye of a guy like Jake and you my sweet have caught more than his eye.”
My cheeks are aflame and I bend to grab my suitcases, unable to reply. Is she flirting with me?
“Don’t go dragging those; I’ll grab a porter to take them to the car. Just wait here a second.” With that she’s heading towards a customer service booth and is back in seconds with a guy pulling a trolley.
“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” She speaks softly as I catch her eye while the porter loads my luggage. “My girlfriend is always telling me that I engage my mouth before engaging my brain.” She laughs to herself, “I guess she’s right.”
“Don’t worry about it, I guess because this thing with Jake is quite new for us, I don’t really know where I fit in at the moment.” I give her light smile and hope my red cheeks are finally fading.
She places a hand gently on my arm and turns serious, “I’ve only just started working for Jake so I’m not here to give advice. I don’t really know him well enough yet. The thing is, you might not know where you fit in yet but Jake does. He’s made a place for you and only you. For someone with his previous form, I think that’s quite a big deal. Don’t you?”
I give her a small nod “Yes. Yes I do, that’s why I’ve flown half way around the world to see him.”
She squeezes my arm slightly before turning to the porter and motioning him to lead the way.
“Then let’s go and get you to your man before he makes a break for it and comes in here to find you. Do me a favour and send him a quick text, I told him I’d let him know when we were on our way.”
I grab my phone out of my handbag and send him a short text, before following Nina and the porter through the throngs of people, towards the exit doors.
The porter exits first, followed by Nina, both blocking my view of outside.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s there, I can feel him and I know the instant his eyes find me as a shiver consumes my entire body.
I look around the porter and when our eyes meet, the connection that’s always been between us, heightens. I cannot help the smile that forms on my face.
This man, this utterly beautiful man, is standing here waiting for me.
I want to run to him and do the totally clichéd ‘meeting at the airport’ embrace, but before I take another step he darts away from the two humungous guys on either side of him, runs at full speed towards the porter and at the last minute he dives over the top of the trolley, like some crazy bloody stuntman.
It catches me by surprise and is so over the top that I cannot help but full on belly laugh at his antics.
Not a moment later I am scooped up in his arms and his mouth attacks mine in a hard, claiming, kiss.
My own body reacts on instinct and instead of surrendering to his kiss, I return his forceful embrace, our tongues entwining and our breaths melding, until everything else disappears and it’s just us.
No drama, no nerves, no doubts.
No darkness, no tears, just heat.
All consuming, so hot it physically burns.
My lips still tingle from the blistering kiss we shared.
We are on our way to the hotel; Emma is sitting with her head resting against my chest, I have one arm wrapped tightly around her back, cradling her to me and the other hand holds hers across my heart. My frantically beating, yet soothed beyond words, heart.
She disentangles herself from my embrace and looks up at me. Her eyes, those same eyes I felt I’d drown in months ago, look up at me filled with both excitement and contentment.
Her plump lips are still swollen from our public make out session, one that we would undoubtedly still be engaged in, if Nina hadn’t tapped me on the shoulder to make me aware of the crowd we’d drawn, many with their camera phones out after recognising me.
“God I’ve missed you.” Four simple words pass from her lips but I think they might just be the four, most spellbinding words, I’ve ever heard.
They are so intoxicating that I need to taste her again, need to taste where those words that make my heart stutter and my dick thicken, have come from.
If I could, I would lay her out across this back seat and finally make her completely, totally and utterly mine.
That’s going to have to wait though, I have a surprise for her back at the hotel and it’s not conducive to private lovemaking, plus when I do get her in my bed, she isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.
Instead I place a gentle kiss on her lips and a sigh leaves my mouth, a sigh that tells of all the things I want to do to her and can’t.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you too.”
As soon as I get the last word out she’s out of my arms and straddling my lap. Then her soft lips and warm tongue devour me.
She owns this kiss, she controls this kiss and I can do nothing but submit. Fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.
I pull away gasping for air and smooth some errant strands of hair, out of her face and behind her ear. Her breathing is as ragged as mine and when she swipes her tongue across her already wet bottom lip; I have to physically stop myself from throwing her on her back and sinking into her addictive heat.
“I have a surprise for you back at the hotel.” My voice is hoarse, like I’ve marched through a desert and haven’t had a drink in days. The sound betrays just how parched I am for her.
Her eyelids lower a fraction, desire evident in their beguiling depths.
“A good surprise?” she emphasises the word good by grinding herself over the bulge in my jeans and my hands automatically grip her hips, wanting to encourage her movement but knowing I need to stop it all the same.
“Well, at the time I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m thinking it was an absolutely, fucking, stupid surprise.”
Confusion passes over her face, overriding the previous lust she openly displayed. She hesitates for a second before attempting to lift herself from my lap. My grip tightens and as much as it kills me and causes my dick to ache, wanting to free itself by punching its way out of my clothing, I still her, keeping her pressed tightly against the evidence of my desire.
“Hey…” I can see she thinks I was referring to us taking this further and not the three people I have waiting for our arrival, in my suite.
“I wasn’t talking about anything between us being stupid; in fact, it’s killing me that I have to stop myself from fucking you right here, right now.” I lift one hand from her hips and trace the outline of her face, pausing for a moment before running my fingers over her full, pouty lips.
“There’s a few people waiting for us that’s all, I thought it was a good surprise but now I’m not so sure.”
“Who’s waiting for us?” she seems genuinely perplexed, “I thought you said you had a day or two off, I thought I had you all to myself, finally.”
