Secret Words (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 1) (17 page)

He sighed in contentment and crawled on the bed. "Come cuddle with me, honey."

She eagerly went into his open arms as they pulled the covers over them. They kissed softly for long minutes before Kane's caressing hands became more insistent. He pressed his body closer to hers and she felt his hardening member on her belly.
Oh, yes.

His fingers and his mouth got busy showing her again how much he desired her—and how quickly he could arouse her until she was ready to beg for more.

"Kane." Her need was evident in her voice.

"Yes, my love?" His fingers continued to stroke her clitoris as his mouth played with a nipple.

"Please."

He abandoned her breast to bring his face close to hers but his fingers didn't stop.

"Inside me," she whispered.

"Like this?" he asked as he slipped two fingers in her.

She gasped with pleasure but shook her head. "You."

"This is me," he said with a wicked smile, moving his fingers in and out of her.

He loved teasing her, and she must admit, it made her hotter.

She reached for his erect manhood and stroked. "Don't you want to put this inside me?"

"Uh-huh," he said with an eager nod.

"Good." She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Gingerly, she positioned his hard cock on her waiting pussy and gently slid down.

Their moans mingled as she rocked on top of him. Oh, it felt so good. More than good. In no time, she was screaming his name as she violently shuddered in an intense orgasm.

She slumped on his chest as she caught her breath. She smiled as she felt Kane's hips straining to move beneath her. She propped her hands on her chest and moved her hips up and down, feeling his hard shaft get thicker inside of her. She stopped abruptly and gazed at him.

"Baby, please move," he begged.

Kane placed his hands on her buttocks and she knew he was going to lift her hips so he could thrust. Well, she wanted him to have freedom of movement. She got off him and lay down on the bed, pulling him on top of her.

He grunted as he re-inserted himself in her and drove in, hard and fast and unstoppable.

"Jasmine … fuck … Jasmine."

She didn't know how he did it, or how she could be so responsive. But just seeing him undone and out-of-control triggered another climax. She shuddered and tightened on his cock over and over.

"Oh, baby … arrgh … arrgh!" he groaned loudly as he exploded inside her.

*******

Jasmine opened her still-sleepy eyes and squinted. It seemed late and she wondered what time it was. She propped on an elbow to check her clock. It was almost eleven in the morning.

After a marathon sex session with Kane last night, she wasn't surprised she slept in. And she wasn't surprised at the stiffness in some parts of her body. They just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. But then, that wasn't anything new.

She twisted to face him. He was sleeping on his side, turned towards her. Tenderness engulfed her as she drank in his beloved features. She thought she'd lost him because of her decisions. But she knew she'd make those same decisions again if it meant protecting all that was important to him. She loved him, plain and simple.

She reached out to touch his face, enjoying his relaxed look while he slept. His eyelids fluttered open and drowsy blue eyes gazed at her warmly.

"Hi," he said with a happy smile.

"Hi."

"What time is it?"

"Almost eleven."

"Did I tell you last night my flight back is at three this afternoon?"

She frowned as a pang of disappointment hit her. "Why so early? Could you take a later one?"

He caressed her arm. "I need to talk to Hannah and I want to do it before the evening so I can avoid having dinner with her."

"Why?" Panic started rising to her throat.

"Ray and I think the article would be more effective in silencing that blackmailing psycho if Hannah is involved in clarifying the story."

"But Hannah believes you cheated on her with me. And she thinks I'm an evil witch who seduces engaged men then dumps them after they leave their fiancées."

He laughed. "I love your description. But you see, if we could get Hannah to also tell the truth then George's stories would stand out as the lies they really are. The only thing he could still scare us with would be those fake porn stories he put together. But we'll sue any publication that attributes them to you."

"I don't care about the porn stories. There must be a hundred Jasmine Allens around the world. Having that name attached to a story wouldn't make people jump to conclusions I'm the Jasmine Allen who wrote it. And I already thought about the suing thing if it's necessary. I'm more worried that if Hannah stubbornly refuses to believe us, then it's more likely she and George would act out their threat against you."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

"See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you or anyone else about this," she said angrily, sitting up on the bed. "Do you understand what you are risking, Kane? Do you realise what you stand to lose?"

He also sat up and faced her. "Yes, I do," he insisted. "I might lose a few clients. It might impact the business and I might have to work extra hard on damage control. But eventually, I'll get back on top of it. But I refuse to let that son of a bitch George run our lives. And I refuse to break up with you ever again," he said, pointing a finger at her face.

"I suffered for one whole month just so you won't have to lose what you've built, Kane. Please don't take that lightly," she said as a last-ditch effort to make him protect his career.

"Why did you do it?"

"You know why. Because I love you!"

"What about me, Jaz? I love you, too. Much more than you know. I'd rather lose my reputation and my clients than lose you. I'd rather be painted as the man who cheated on his fiancée than not ever be with you," he said hoarsely.

She sobbed in a breath, her eyes swimming in tears.

Kane cupped her face. "Please," he pleaded, "let's focus all our energy on meeting our challenges head-on rather than wasting our time avoiding them. My career is not the most important thing in the world to me, Jaz. You are."

She sighed, nuzzling her face against his hand. "Okay," she responded, finding herself unable to bear even the thought of giving him up again.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"I can't believe I'm leaving tomorrow," Jasmine said sadly as she gazed at her best friends Sam and Kris. Three weeks had gone by so fast since she and Kane got back together. Tomorrow morning, she would be flying to Sydney with some of her clothes and personal items. She was moving in with Kane.

She had sold her furniture and her car. Kane had suggested she buy a new car in Sydney, as hers was already a few years old. She agreed. She had some money for that. She'd been a good saver.

She still had some clothes and non-essential items that were now stashed in her parents' garage but she would take them with her next time.

"I bet you're not as sad as we are, Jaz," Kris said. "After all, you'll be living in a big, architect-designed house and following Mr. Summers around the world."

"Not to mention not having to work for a living," Sam said enviously.

Jasmine gasped. "Hey, I still work for a living! I'm just a full-time writer now. Sure, I'll be sitting on my ass, but it will be sitting on my ass making up stories and trying to sell them."

The other girls snickered. "And she calls it work," Kris said.

"Well, it is," Jasmine said with a smile. "It's not an easy job, especially the marketing bit."

"Okay, Miss Author, whatever you say. All I want is for the three of us to promise that we will try our darnedest best to get together for one weekend every two months," Sam said.

"Yes," she answered, "unless of course I'm overseas with Kane. But we'll Skype regularly."

"Speaking of Kane, how come he's not here yet?"

"He'll be here soon."

"I can't wait to meet him. I want to see how hunky he is," Kris said.

"You know what I can't wait to see?" Sam asked.

"What?"

"His house. I wonder how big his kitchen is."

"I can't wait to see it either," Jasmine said. "Hey, instead of staying in a hotel when you guys visit me in Sydney, you can stay at Kane's house. I'm sure he won't mind."

"Sam and I have our heart set on a nice five-star hotel with a swimming pool, spa and gym," Kris said. "But if your kitchen is big enough and exciting enough for Sam, then we may take you up on your offer to stay at your house instead."

"It's not
my
house," Jasmine retorted.

"It will be when you marry him."

"He hasn't even proposed yet!"

"Aha. Did you hear your slip of the tongue, Jaz? You said
yet
. That means you're expecting him to."

"Well, I'm hoping he will. But I don't want to jinx anything by expecting it, so let's stop this talk about proposal and marriage. And don't you dare mention it to him."

The security buzzer rang and Kris ran to answer it. "Is this Jasmine Allen's hunky lover?"

"It better be," came the reply.

They giggled at Kane's response.

"Come on in, then."

"Look at you," Sam said to Jasmine laughingly as they waited for Kane to walk up their floor.

"What?" Jasmine asked.

"Not more than two minutes ago you were teary because you were leaving us and now you can't keep that grin off your face."

"Sorry," she responded. "It's been three weeks since I last saw him."

Sam walked to her and gave her a big hug. "I'm really so happy for you, Jaz. I'm glad you've fallen in love with someone who seems crazy about you. And I'm glad your dream of becoming a full time writer has come true."

She returned her best friend's hug fiercely. "Thank you, Sam."

Kris joined them for a group hug. "Things are not going to be the same without you here, Jaz."

"I know, Kris. But will you two promise me you'll work towards your dreams too?"

"What dreams?" Kris asked.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Your dream to run a dance studio, Kris, and your dream to open your own café, Sam."

"Yeah, right. Maybe when we win Lotto," Sam responded.

A rap on the door interrupted their conversation.

"I'll get it," Kris said. "I want to check him out and make sure he's good enough for our Jasmine."

"Of course he is," Jasmine said confidently.

Kris opened the door, placed a hand on her hip and looked at Kane up and down in an exaggerated fashion.

Kane spread his arms wide to his side. "Do I pass?" he asked.

"Only if you promise you'll always look after Jasmine," Kris responded.

"With everything I have."

"Then you may enter our humble abode," Kris said theatrically.

"Thank you, Kris," Kane said as he entered the apartment with an equally theatrical bow.

Kris glanced at Jasmine in surprise. "Hey, he knows my name. You get full points for that, Kane."

"Thank you. Hi, Sam," he said waving to Sam, who was checking something in the oven.

"Hello, Kane. Get used to my cousin because you'll see a lot more of her from here on in."

Kane chuckled and turned his attention to Jasmine. "Hi, baby," he whispered, his face full of tenderness.

"Hi," Jasmine responded, snaking her arms around his neck and lifting her lips to his.

Their kiss was way too brief for her liking but she could wait until they were alone. For now, she wanted to enjoy her last night as a Melbourne resident with her best friends and her boyfriend.

"Wow, Sam. Jaz wasn't exaggerating when she said you're a good cook," Kane commented.

"Thanks, Kane. You do know there's no need to score points with me. You already have a perfect ten."

Jasmine and Kris groaned.

"Just say 'thank you' and then stop, Sammy," Jasmine chided. To Kane, she added, "She never thinks people are serious with their compliments."

"I was being serious!" Kane said with an affronted look.

"Okay, fine, thank you. Really," Sam said, blushing.

"Sam has something to ask you, Kane," Kris said.

"Sure."

"I do?" Sam asked her cousin.

"Yes. You want to ask him about his kitchen."

"Oh, right. How big is your kitchen, Kane?"

"It's pretty big," Kane answered.

"Do you cook a lot?"

Kane laughed. "No. I don't cook at all, so the kitchen is hardly used."

"Jaz loves cooking. She's a pretty good cook too."

"I know," Kane said fondly, smiling at Jasmine.

"I can't wait to see your house, baby," Jasmine said.

"Our house. You live there now, too," Kane corrected her.

Kris snorted. "That's what we told her. It's
her
house, too."

Jasmine gave Kris a warning glance. "I told the girls they could stay there when they visit Sydney. That is, if you don't mind," she said to Kane.

"Of course I don't mind. And Sam's free to cook in the kitchen," Kane said with a wink at Sam. "Hey, Sam, you do know I'm being honest when I say I love Jasmine, right?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," Sam said readily.

"Well, I'm being just as honest when I say I really love the food you cooked tonight, too."

Sam beamed at him.

Jasmine squeezed Kane's hand under the table in gratitude. Life was blissful.

If only the whole blackmail drama was well and truly over, she could fully relax. But simply having received no emails from George in the last three weeks didn't mean he had abandoned his malicious intentions. It still made her very nervous, especially now that she was going to live with Kane.

*******

Jasmine walked around from room to room, inspecting Kane's property in awe. She had guessed it was big but she had no idea it was
this
big. It had a massive master bedroom with an equally massive walk-in wardrobe and an en suite complete with a spa bath. There were three more bedrooms, three more bathrooms, Kane's study room, a games room, formal living and dining rooms and her favourite room in the house, the huge open plan area that housed the entertainer's kitchen, informal dining and second living room.