Billionaire's Second Chance (sam, bella and Kate Book 2) (11 page)

“Stop.
  Stop Bella”, his voice tortured, raspy, as he grasped her wrists and rolled with her to lie over her small body.  She looked back at him, her eyes smouldering as his mouth once more dropped to kiss her soft velvety lips.

Philippe could no longer contain the need within him, the need to feel himself part of her, inside her, as he positioned himself between her legs, one hand
wound under her hips even as his erection pushed at the slick wetness of her.

Looking deeply into her blue eyes had been the most erotic
and sensual experience of his life as he pushed slowly into her body, watching the way her mouth parted, her eyes closed – his name falling almost unheard from her mouth.  She felt tight and warm and – perfect, and his whole body shook with the desire to release deep within her, pausing to gain more control as he felt his whole length finally sheathed within her small body.

Beneath him, Bella writhed, her hand caressing his back and sides, her legs wrapped around him, Philippe registering that she still wore her stilettos, the feel of the cold sharp heels intensifying the sensations flying through him as they dug into his buttocks.  As Bella raised her hips, the heels nip
ped him, he felt the long shudder escape as he started to move deeply within her. 

With each stroke she reacted so perfectly with him, the tempo rising as he drove harder within her, his breathing uneven and ragged.  He was not sure how long he could hold off as she exploded beneath him, her head flying back as she
panted, whimpering and moaning loudly.  Philippe almost sobbed with relief as he surged one more time, his body sheathed fully as he released deep within her, unaware as he cried out with her, his body raised high as wave upon wave of rippling orgasm crashed down upon him until he collapsed over Bella, his chest heaving, his head floating.

The first thing he was aware of was her hands moving around his shoulders, her cheek gently caressing his as she whispered against his ear, “I missed you so much
.”

Philippe felt heat and happiness fill him completely.  Raising his head he met her look, seeing the truth within her words as he groaned gently, “I have thought of you every day”, surprise filling her depths.

Aware that he still lay heavily over her, he pulled himself off, rolling himself onto his back, strangely missing having her against him, smiling as she moved, nuzzling into him until he threw his arm over her shoulders, both taking a few minutes, neither able to talk.

As she lay
in the crook of his embrace, both their slick bodies fought to gulp in breaths of air.  She entwined her fingers into his, a small chuckle leaving her lovely lips, Philippe smiling down on her with eyes which glowed brightly.  “What is so funny Miss Smith?”, he murmured softly as she grinned happily up at him, his breath stalled in his throat at how beautiful she looked.

“I still say the moon was better
the first time.  Otherwise this has been an even more wonderful night.” She snuggled further into him as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, smiling back, “Every moment with you is better than the last.” 

Bella laughed.  “Did you REALLY just say that?”, she joked with him as he nodded, a broad smile lighting his handsome features.

“Oh yes – I am that smooth.”  Both of them laughed for no reason other than the sheer joy of being together.  As silence once more settled between them, she allowed her hand to run in small circles around his belly, her head resting on the hand pressed against his chest, listening to his now rested heart’s rhythmic beating, a small content sigh leaving her.

Looking up at him, his eyes
were fixed on her, a sad light coming to hers as she groaned softly, “I have a feeling Tim and I are not going to work out.”

With a big grin on his face he rolled her onto her back, half leaning over her as his eyes shone brightly.  “I am so sorry to hear that”, the brightness in his dark eyes defying his words as she laughed, her hand moving to gently stroke his cheek.

“I am sure you are”, she joked, his head once more coming down to claim her soft mouth.  This time their lovemaking had been languorous; both taking their time to explore the other, to stroke and lick with such gentleness, their eyes locked as though scared to let the other out of their sight.  Time and time again they brought the other to the brink before finally coming together once more, their climaxes as earth-shattering as the first, Philippe collapsing over Bella who wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him, her lips smiling, pressed against his cheek.

Finally able to slide from her, still panting for breath
, Philippe looked over at Bella, his stomach flip-flopping seeing the serene dreamy smile on her face.  “Bella?”  Her head moved to the side to look back at him.  “Do I need to leave?”

She shook her head softly, a grin filling her beautiful features, “Not if you don’t want to”, her large blue eyes fluttering gently closed as he pulled her against him, complete and wonderful exhaustion filling him as they fell asleep in the other’s arms.

The next morning Bella woke with a start, the sound of the alarm making her groan with the desire to close her eyes and go back to sleep.  Stretching, she felt the other foot, her eyes flying open as memories of the previous evening came rushing back, his arm draped over her waist as he sidled up against her back, Bella smiling gently.

“Good morning beautiful”,  his voice still full of sleep as she made a soft purring sound as she wiggled her bare bottom against his groin
, feeling it twitch against her.

“I have a meeting in less than two hours.
Better have a shower”, hearing his groan.

“You are a wicked, wicked woman Bella Smith
.”  Flicking her around, he looked down at her, his hair mussed from sleep, his features relaxed and happy before becoming more serious.  “Where does this leave us Bella?”

She looked up at him, her expression one of apprehension, “I...
I don’t know. I didn’t exactly plan for this, or expect it.”

Dropping his mouth to kiss the velvety softness of hers he regarded her thoughtfully.  “I would be lying if I said I didn’t hope for it Bella
.”

She held his gaze, the end of her lip
s curling slightly.  “Did you now?”  He nodded softly. “So in that case let me reflect the question right back at you Philippe.”

A grin rose to his mouth, “Well since you asked...”, dropping his head to nip the raised nipple visible over the top of the sheet, she gasp
ed and groaned in quick succession, “I would very much like to see much more of you.  Perhaps you even thinking of extending your stay.”

A chuckle left her lips as her fingers ran through his hair, “I thought that you had to go home today
.”

Philippe gave a small sigh before raising his head to her, his look no longer full of fun but serious.  “I meant what I said Bella.
  Would you consider it?  I do need to go home, but I will be coming back about two or three days before the wedding.  I would really like you to visit my home – and meet Lucy.”

Bella dropped her eyes from his for a few seconds
, not sure why the mention of meeting his daughter made her heart beat so erratically in her chest.  Her eyes finally rose to his with a small frown of concentration.  “I will tell you what.  If you still feel that way after the wedding, then I will consider it.”

A big grin spread over his features.  “You will love her
– I promise.”

Chuckling sensually, once more her eyes became seductive as her tongue flicked out, swirling around her soft lips. Her hands moved over her head as her large eyes half-closed,
dropping to his mouth.  “What else might I love?”  His laugh was answer enough as he once more claimed her lips, the two again losing themselves in the pleasures of the other.

An hour later, after they showered together, he pulled the tux from the previous evening back on, looking over at Bella who wore a floaty feminine summer dress, the blue and white colours
complementing her so well.  “Walking home wearing a tuxedo is like the walk of shame.  Everybody knows exactly what you have been up to.”

Bella chuckled, giving him a mischievous smile, “Walk of shame huh
?  Would most men not see it as a victory march?”

His laugh made her lips quirk
as he replied, “potato patato”, pulling her back into his arms.  “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

His soft groan against her hair sent all new tremb
les through her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing softly.  “Well, you have a little girl who won’t feel the same”, feeling as his mouth curved into a smile.

As her first meeting was in the suite
, she walked him to the door, Philippe lifting his phone once more. “I will phone you and text you constantly.”

Bella gave him a look full of fun, “Should I hold my breath this time?”

Philippe mimed being shot in the heart before once more dropping a kiss on her lips.  “Nothing will stop me this time”, her severe look making him laugh, her mouth curved also as he slipped out of the room.  As the door clicked shut, Bella wrapped her arms around herself as she gave a happy squeal moving to the window, her features full of such joy.  She could never have believed a week ago that the two of them would have ended back together, her heart swelling with something she could not understand.

The soft tap on the door pulled her from her happy thoughts.
  Anna stood on the other side, a large smile on her pretty face.  “You look happy”, she exclaimed, “Take it the meeting with the venue manager went well.”  Bella nodded her head, unaware as she hummed softly to herself for the rest of the day.

The
next twelve days flew past, Bella ensuring that everything was organised for the wedding, dealing calmly with all of the small hiccups which cropped up.  She had also been able to spend a great deal of time with Samantha, an added bonus for them both, the girls not having spent much time together since Greece, other than a small holiday a few years after she moved to Milan.  Surprised at the calmness that Samantha had shown with the whole event, she finally asked one day why she was not more panicked.  Samantha laughed as she raised an eyebrow, Bella explaining that normally brides were nervous wrecks by that point, needing constant confirmation that all was well.  Samantha however, looked back at her with love, her voice gentle, “Why would I be nervous with you in charge?  Our whole lives you have been the one who made sure everything ran well, the one that Kate and I could rely on.”  Bella hugged her and jokingly asked if she could use the line in her marketing.

She also received regular texts from Philippe, smiling that
, true to his word, he ensured that he kept in touch.  Each morning she would receive flowers.  The first day a bouquet with twelve roses, his text telling her that it was a rose for each day they would be apart, the next day the bouquet held eleven of the blood-red flowers, Bella finding herself touched at the symbolism behind it.

Two days before the wedding, with everything running smoothly, Bella and Anna arranged
for the run-through of the wedding party that evening.  She was happy knowing that at some point that night she would once more see Philippe, this thought making her heart soar, Bella no longer questioning the effect this man had on her. 

The ringing doorbell made her groan as she lifted her head to look at the alarm clock, her eyes scrunched up to make out the fine detail through bleary eyes.  Groaning softly
, she cursed whoever thought it was OK to turn up at her hotel room at five in the morning.  With an irritated curse she pulled the sheets back as the doorbell rang again; grabbing a wrap, she shuffled out to the main living area.  Pulling the door open she gasped as Philippe moved into the room not even speaking as he kicked the door closed, pulling her into his arms to kiss her.  With a moan she threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her high to him, her legs almost instinctively wrapping around his waist, sleep fleeing from her as she rained small kisses on his face, laughing happily.

“Philippe
!  What?  When?”

The rumble of his laughter against her neck sent all new sensations through her, heat pool
ing in the pit of her stomach.  “I am sorry Bella, but I couldn’t wait to see you.  As soon as the helicopter landed – on the top of this building by the way – I had to see you.”  Laughing, she allowed her legs to fall from him, moving slightly back as he held both her hands, admiring her.  Her hair was still messed from sleep, the open wrap showing the small nightdress she wore.  He swallowed the moan which rose from his very toes.

“A helicopter?  You are such a big kid!”
  He grinned as he offered her the single red rose that he held in his hand, Bella making an “aww” sound taking it, as her face glowed happily.

With a warm look
, he spread his arms out.  “And then there were no more roses.”  Bella smelled the perfect flower.

Flicking her look down him
, she gave a seductive smile, enjoying the way he looked in his more casual designer jeans with a black t-shirt and loose leather jacket against the chill of the New York morning, his tall and perfect body making it fit so well.  She slid her arms around his waist, allowing the jacket to envelop her, her nose sniffing the wonderful scent of him.  ”Mmmmm... I missed this.”