Free Jaded Hearts by Olivia Linden Page B

was
silent. So I continued.
    "Give me some time. I just need to know that
this is right."
    Still silence. His eyes were closed so I
couldn't read his expression, but I could feel his need and desire
growing against my stomach.
    "Jade." He spoke with his eyes still
closed.
    I kissed one eyelid.
    "Yes, Papi?" I answered. Papi? I must be
going crazy. I am crazy, I have to be.
    Yet, I kissed the other eyelid as I waited
for his response.
    "Show me how you feel then, make love to
me." He wrapped his arms around me as I kissed his lips.
    The ache in my heart was now joined by the
greedy ache of desire. He understood my language.
    Hours passed as we spent the day in bed. We
had breakfast in bed. The only time we spent outside of the bed was
for him to watch me make breakfast and to rifle through my music
collection as we lounged on the couch waiting for lunch. He liked
my classical and swing collections, and created a play list to
listen to as we ate lunch in the hot tub. He called it our Sushi in
the Jacuzzi mix and I fed him with chopsticks as we lounged in the
luxurious bubbles. This was what I needed, to connect with him
without being connected to his body. I was in heaven. In typical
Julian fashion he had a bottle of Laurent-Perrier Rosé brought to
us by one of his employees. He must have read my mind as he walked
back over to the tub with the bottle and two glasses.
    "Penny for your thoughts," he asked as he
poured my glass. I waited for him to pour his own so we could toast
and took a long sip.
    Hmm.
    "I was just thinking that until the
champagne this is what normal people do. They share meals without
rushing out to rip each other's clothes off, and they spend time
finding out what they have in common and so on..." Julian laughed
at me as he took in my words.
    "So, you don't like when I rip your clothes
off? I will be sure to make a note of that."
    I narrowed my eyes at him as I splashed his
face, then he grabbed my leg as if he were going to pull me under
the bubbles, but he just massaged it instead. I leaned back with a
sigh of relief, and he laughed some more.
    I love it when he laughs.
    "What?" He asked.
    It took me a moment to figure out that I had
spoken out loud. I stared at him for a few moments speculating if I
should answer or play stupid, but the seriousness of his stare
waited for me to repeat myself. I pulled my foot away and waded
through the bubbles to wrap myself on his lap.
    "I said I love it when you laugh."
    He took in a long breath as my words
affected him, and my heart raced wildly as I waited for his
response. His eyes grew dark with emotion as he rested his lips
against mine.
    "Just like I love so many things about you.
The laughing, smiling, crying, running, feisty, sensual, lustful,
breakfast making, pink champagne drinking, Frank Sinatra, and
Beethoven loving Jade."
    Tears welled up in my eyes as I was
overwhelmed with the unexpected declaration of his heart. No one
has ever said anything so sweet to me. Emotions that I couldn't pin
down swirled around inside of me.
    How did I get here?
    Julian wiped the tears that were rolling
down my cheek.
    "Baby, what's wrong, talk to me."
     I tilted my head with indignation.
    "I am not lustful," I exclaimed with fake
offense.
    An uproarious laugh escaped his chest before
he composed himself and held me tighter. I giggled as he nipped and
sucked on my lips, relief washing over us both.
    "Oh yea? Well, let's see."
    His hands investigated each curve of my body
as his fingers flicked over my suddenly erect nipples past my navel
and between the folds of my lower lips. He slowly circled the
entrance of my desire playing with the slickness that betrayed my
body even in a hot tub.
    "Yep. "He declared. "Definitely,
lustful."
    I giggled some more at his confirmation of
my guilt and then my giggles turned to moans as his fingers
investigated the soft insides of my sensitive pussy, massaging my
spot.
    Oh yes!
    He smiled against my lips enjoying my
display of just how right