The Billionaire's Island Romance(7)

The woman did things to him—to his mind, to his heart, to his very soul that he could not quite understand. All he knew was that she completed him. He would be lost without her. His life wouldn’t mean the same without her in it. Strangely enough, he knew that. But oftentimes, one didn’t always get that special chance to meet his or her other half—his soul mate, so when one did, the opportunity must not be taken for granted. And now, he was going to do every blessed thing in his power to win back Arianna’s love.

Hell, even looking at her now in her pretty summer dress that accentuated her natural curves and her shapely tanned legs caused a rush of heat to surge through his loins. He was getting rock hard just absorbing her beauty with his eyes. Did this woman even know how naturally beautiful and breathtaking she was?

“Because, Christian, I’ve been hurt before. Badly. And right now, things are just too great a burden to deal with. You wouldn’t-”

“Don’t tell me I wouldn’t understand, Arianna.”

“Okay. I don’t want to bear the burden of hurting you. I’m not what you think I am, Christian.”

“Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Christian rubbed his head. “Don’t freaking tell me you were born a man.”

“No! Oh, God! No. Nothing like that!” Arianna burst out laughing. “Good God, Christian.” She reached over and hugged him around his waist and a surge of her magic touched him, again. Why was it so difficult for two people who clearly loved each other to be together? Why the hell did outside factors have to be in the way? “You always come up with the right words to lighten any situation. I’ve missed you.”

“How much?” he probed, leaning closer to her. Her scent. Oh, that sexy, girly fragrance wafted to his nostrils and caused a sweet reaction inside him. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back. Her pretty feminine face warmed his heart.

He desperately wanted to taste her sweetness again. All he could think about on the flight to Jamaica was how much he couldn’t wait to be with her again. To touch her again. To feel and enjoy her magic again. That special connection they had with each other was incredible. That undeniable surge of electrical attraction. They had the right chemistry. There were no two ways about it. He was meant for her and she was meant for him. He knew that, and deep down inside, he felt she knew it too. He could tell by the way she gaped at him when she saw him at the door to Blue’s suite. They still had it. There was no denying true love.

Christian lowered his head to hers and tenderly kissed her lips.





CHAPTER THREE




The kiss was oh, so sweet! Christian captured Arianna’s lips with his and she tingled from her head right down to her toes peeking out of her sandals. Oh, his magical, loving touch. Arianna never felt it with any other human being before. When she fell in love with Christian over a year ago, she didn’t know what had struck her. She couldn’t think straight for days. She couldn’t focus on anything but his handsome face, his sweet caress, and his aura. She’d never been so captivated, so enthralled by a gorgeous man like Christian before. The memorable times they’d shared over the past year were treasured moments. They had so much in common. That’s why it had pained her, ripped her to shreds emotionally when she knew the time had come for it to end. The façade. The fabricated lie she was living had to take its place.

But, oh, Christian. How could she keep away from the one man who rocked her world and showed her how to appreciate the woman she was, or pretended to be?

Her breasts swelled sensually underneath her dress as he continued to brush his lips against hers so tenderly. Her nipples reacted and peaked at the feel of his hand on her back as he leaned her against the balcony tantalizing her lips.

“Oh, God, Arianna. I’ve missed you so much,” he moaned into her neck as his lips trailed down her soft skin.

“Oh,” Arianna groaned with pleasure. She always enjoyed the erotic, soft touch of his tongue inside her mouth, teasing and playing with her tongue. Their lips were entwined in a sweet tango of lust. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her firmly against the high balcony sucking on her lips then moving his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her. Oh, how she missed his eager touch. What had she been thinking? How could she live without this man? Christian really knew how to please her. He’d studied her body and knew what she loved and desired. He’d discovered her G-spot and knew how to please her to oblivion. He knew how to kiss. Apparently, not all men did, but he must be an expert. Intermittently, he would kiss her softly, then passionately, thrusting his wet, soft tongue inside her, swirling and teasing in all the right places, while his smooth hands caressed the sensitive parts of her body.