A Wonderful Kind of Love: A Billionaire Small Town Love Story (Kinds of Love Book 2)

by Krista Lakes

  “I always thought finding someone like you was just a product of random chance.” He shook his head, and his honey hair caught the wind. “But that day was so perfectly orchestrated to avoid all the random chance, that it had to be fate. I had a better chance of winning the lottery than I did for all the necessary steps to meet you to happen.“

  “And then now we're having a romantic dinner in the Caribbean,” I added. “That's pretty damn lucky.”

  “Not lucky,” Aiden replied. “Fate.”

  I raised my wine glass. “To fate. To finding the person who completes us.”

  Aiden tipped his glass to mine and the air rang with a the chime of our glasses. “To fate.”

  As if on cue, thunder followed the chime. The wind picked at the tablecloth and started to make the gauzy gazebo quiver. A raindrop splattered on the sand behind me. The splooshing sound was loud enough to make me turn and see the storm that had silently crept up on our dinner.

  Big drops of rain started to spot the ground like a work of modern art. Aiden and I looked at one another. He shrugged and reached for the bottle of wine as I blew out the candles. Taking my hand in his, we hurried from the gazebo toward the shelter of the resort.

  Thunder boomed across the ocean, rumbling and shaking the entire island with is strength. The rain fell in sheets and we were both soaked long before we even cleared the sand. Lightning flickered and danced across the inky sky as we stumbled through the buildings to Aiden's room.

  Aiden handed me the bottle of wine while he searched his pockets for his room key. I leaned against the wall, protected by the roof overhang from the rain. The storm was pouring buckets of water, but it was warm. I was soaked to the bone with it. Just the thirty second run from the beach had completely drenched the two of us.

  Aiden's shirt was plastered to him like a second skin, showing every muscle and contour of his back and arms. His light cotton pants were doing the same thing, hugging his perfect ass. Just looking at him, his hair dripping into his eyes as he opened the door made my mouth water.

  “What?” he asked, catching me staring. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

  I shook my head slowly. “Nope.”

  “Then, what?” He ran his hand through his hair, spraying raindrops across the porch. The rain had washed out his hair and now the natural curl was breaking free. It was just the kind of hair that was meant for tangling fingers in and my stomach clenched with want just thinking about what we would be doing to get there.

  I pushed my body from the wall and directly into his arms. His mouth was a magnet for mine. I could taste the rain on his lips as I pressed my wet body against his. Even though the rain was warm, his body heat felt amazing next to mine. I ran my fingers through the damp curls on the back of his neck, loving the way it made him kiss me even harder.

  “Wow,” he whispered. My fingers were still playing with his hair. “I think I'll be having dessert first.”

  I grinned and he pushed a tendril of waterlogged hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I wanted to drown in his eyes when he looked at me like that. It was a look of pure want and desire with just enough heart to know he was mine.

  He kissed me again, pushing the door open and guiding me through it. The room was dark, but the windows were open and the lightning was enough light to make it to the bedroom. He peeled his shirt off as we stumbled across the slippery wooden floors.

  I drank in his kisses, enjoying every taste. Even though we were moving through his room, I still closed my eyes and focused on the taste of his lips. I assumed that he was pushing me to his bed, and I would have been eager to go there, but after a moment I realized we had been walking too long.

  When a light switch flicked on, my eyes opened. We were standing in his bathroom. When I shot him a quizzical look, he shrugged. “We're all wet. I don't want us to get all cold and uncomfortable.”

  I laughed. “So, what do you suggest? Do you have a blow dryer in here?”

  He broke away from my embrace, and I longed to feel him again. He reached in the cabinet under the sink. “I thought a shower might be nice, but...” With that, he pulled out a hair dryer. “We can do it this way instead.”

  I laughed. “I'll take the shower.”

  He grinned and started the water up. I reached around him and began to undo those white cotton pants while he checked the water temperature. As his pants started to come down, I grabbed his underwear and pulled those down as well. His ass was taut and muscular, and as he bent over to check the water temperature, I spanked him. It was a light spanking, but it was kind of out of character for me.

  He looked back at me, one eyebrow cocked. I smiled and looked sheepish. He turned around, still trapped by his pants and underwear around his feet. He leaned in for a kiss, but at the last moment, his lips went to my ear instead. “Was it fate that caused you to spank me, or was it free will?”

  I practically hummed with pleasure in his ear. “I wanted to spank you.” It was definitely the truth.

  He moved his lips down from my ear to my neck, and I could feel his fingers pulling at the bottom of my shirt. He pulled upward and I raised my arms to get it off quicker, revealing the lacy bra I was wearing. As soon as it was out of the way, he let it fall to the floor and leaned back in to kiss me. His hands were all over my body now, touching my ass through my skirt, running up my spine, and caressing my skin.

  After a few moments, he moved his fingers to my bra. I felt him begin to struggle, and then his tongue stopped moving in my mouth. I laughed inwardly at how every man seemed to have a problem with this.

  “I swear this only happens with you,” he said, looking a little flustered.

  I smiled, then moved my own hands behind myself to unclasp the bra. I did it quickly, and let the bra fall to the floor. His eyes dilated as he drank in the sight of my body.

  “So, was that fate, or was it free will?” I asked, a mocking smile on my face.

  “If it was fate, the universe is having a laugh at my expense right now,” he said, leaning in for another kiss.

  The steam was starting to fog up the room, so I backed away from him. I worked my skirt down and stepped out of it. “We should get in the shower,” I said.

  “Yes, we should!” he said with a little too much enthusiasm. I chuckled and began to put my hair up. I cursed for a moment when I realized I hadn't brought any hair bands with me. I began looking around the bathroom for something to tie my hair up.

  “What's the matter?” Aiden asked.

  “My hair. I wanted to tie it up so that it wouldn't get wet, or at least any wetter than it already is.”

  He looked a little crestfallen. “Really? Because I was kind of hoping to wash it.”

  “You want to wash my hair?”

  He shrugged. “I want to do a lot of things to you, but I really love your hair.”

  It sounded sweet and innocent, and just looking at that naked man in front of me was enough to get me to nod my head. Even as small as the nod was, I saw his already hardening cock twitch a little. He was looking forward to it.

  He jumped in the water, keeping the curtain pulled back for me. I watched him for a moment as he let the water run over his hair. He opened his eyes and looked at me, probably enjoying the same sight. “Coming?”

  I grinned and stepped in. The water was hot, not scalding but it definitely sent a rush through my body when contrasted with the cold rainwater. I gasped a little, but Aiden wasted no time. He reached his hands around my waist and moved in, kissing me deeply.

  I enjoyed the kiss as water fell on both of our heads. His hands quested all over my body, as if searching for a handhold, like he couldn't get enough of touching me. I could feel his hardness, now fully erect, against my belly. I wanted him so badly it hurt.

  When his hands grasped my hair, I heard him inhale sharply. He clenched his fist, pulling it slightly. It made me weak in the knees, and I knew he felt me tremble. I was paralyzed as he worked his kisses down my neck.

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nbsp; His hand still in my hair, he slowly turned my head. My body turned with it, turning my back to him. I thought that he was overcome by lust, that he was going to take me right there. I was so ready, I wanted him so bad.

  I felt his cock press against my ass, and I lifted myself up to my tiptoes so that he could enter more easily. I knew I was dripping wet, that he'd slide right into me. He let go of my hair, and I braced myself against the wall for what I thought was coming next.

  I felt both his hands back in my hair, this time covered in shampoo. It felt so good. I could feel his fingers running through my hair, lathering up every inch of it, every strand. I heard him smell it, felt his breath on my ear as he exhaled, and every bit of it made me want him more.

  I reached back and tried to find his cock. When I grasped it, I began to slide back and forth. He moved his hand to mine and gently guided it away. His lips went to my ear, and he whispered, “Just enjoy this.”

  I can do that, I thought with a smile.

  One of his hands strayed from my hair and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I flattened my back against his muscular chest as he began to thrust against me. I could hardly call this dry humping, we were sopping wet. I felt the shampoo rinse from my hair, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. Every action he took drove me closer and closer to madness.

  “Aiden,” I moaned.

  “Hmm?”

  “I need you. I need you in me,” I begged.

  “I don't have a condom in here,” he said slowly.

  I smiled, but didn't turn around. “Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill. Besides,” I trailed off, then looked back behind me. “I trust you.”

  I practically heard him growl behind me. This time, when his hands moved to my ass cheeks, I knew what he was going for. I got up on my tiptoes again, and I felt as he pressed against my opening. My body accepted him without hesitation. I felt him shudder as I enveloped him. He didn't stop until he was all the way in. He let his hands go to my hips, and I felt him begin to thrust against me.

  I put my hands behind me, touching his face and neck while he began to increase his tempo, spreading me open more and more. His huge rod was skewering me, causing me to moan involuntarily. His hands on my hips let me know exactly who was in charge, and I let him use my body.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of me, turned me around, and gave me a deep kiss. I kissed back, pressing myself against him. His hand lifted my leg up, placing my foot on the side of the tub. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he pushed back into me.

  One hand remained on my leg and the other wrapped around my waist as he writhed against me, and my nails found the skin of his back as I felt myself rising toward orgasm.

  As if that weren't enough, he backed away, one hand going to the back of my neck as he continued to furiously pound into me. Our eyes locked, and he had a serious look on his face. It was the look of an animal, a slave to his own lust. Those hazel eyes bore into my soul, and I knew that being filled like this was going to drive me over the edge soon. Those eyes never left mine, not even when I felt my leg muscle begin to twitch under his grasp, not even when my jaw dropped in a wordless scream, not even when I felt my own eyes roll back into my head.

  As the water poured over my body, I felt nothing but his manhood inside of me, hitting that spot over and over again. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as my orgasm hit, causing my whole body to twitch and shake. I could feel my leg muscle spasm, and still he kept hammering away at me. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me, turning my body to jelly.

  I recovered just long enough to catch Aiden's face as he appeared deep in concentration. His eyes were no long locked with mine, instead they were staring at my tits. He had wrapped his arm around the other side of my leg, getting better leverage so that he could go even deeper. I saw his tongue dart out of his mouth for a moment, and his thrusting took on an even more frantic rhythm.

  I knew where he was at, and in another moment he looked up at me. He looked almost pained, like he wanted to ask a question, but was unable to in his current state. I knew the question that he wanted to ask. He needed reassurance that what he wanted to do was okay, and I let him know exactly how I felt.

  “Oh, yes, Aiden! Come for me,” I cried out. I continued to moan loudly as he redoubled his efforts. He faced directly down, watching himself pump in and out of my body.

  I heard what sounded like an animal roar through gritted teeth as I felt a warm splash inside of me. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as another orgasm rocked through my body. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face down. Our eyes locked again as he continued to thrust within me with determination. I contracted on him over and over, the only movement I was able to make in this paralyzed state. It was so incredibly sexy.

  He pulled out of me, the water already rinsing my fluids off of him. I knew that a bit of that sheen on him was sweat and not just shower water, and that was super hot too. He was breathing hard and his face was a little red, and I knew that I must look pretty similar at this point.

  After a few more moments of silence, he looked up at me. “Wow,” was all he had to say.

  “Wow, indeed,” I repeated back with a smile.

  “It must have been fate that brought us together, because I don't think I could find another woman like you.” He said it so casually that I knew it was the truth, but it stirred something deep inside me.

  He must have seen me getting emotional, so he leaned in and gave me a hug. I loved his hugs, especially in this warm shower.

  He broke away from me. “You want to eat the rest of that dinner?”

  “Sure,” I said. I opened the door of the shower and hopped out. Suddenly, I felt a sharp SMACK against my ass. I squealed and looked back, shocked at what he had done.

  He wore a cocky grin. “Can't decide if that one was fate or free will.”

  Chapter 17

  Aiden snored gently and I found myself loving the sound. The rain had stopped some time in the night, but Aiden's soft noises were even better than the gentle patter of water. His hair was splayed across the pillow, and his mouth was slightly open. He looked so peaceful and utterly content. I slept better with him than I ever did alone, and waking up next to him made mornings bearable. A girl could certainly get used to a naked man in her bed like Aiden.

  I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something about “just five more minutes” before twisting under the blankets and hiding away from the sun. I couldn't help but smile as I went to the door to find my shoes.

  I had to get ready for Kathryn’s meeting, and as the only clothing I had was my still damp outfit from the night before, I had to leave early in order to change and prep. I didn't want to go, but my job was important to me. Besides, once the meeting was over, I would have the rest of the day to do nothing but be with him. It sounded like the perfect way to spend a day.

  “Where is that damn shoe?” I whispered, one flat in my hand and the other nowhere to be seen. I looked under the bed, under Aiden's clothes, on the porch, even in the gigantic closet attached to the huge bedroom.

  As I searched and kept discovering more rooms, I wondered just what kind of assistant Aiden was. His room was nicer than Kathryn's. I paused for a moment as it hit me.

  This had to be his boss's room and he had brought me here to impress me. I hoped Ben didn't mind and was out enjoying himself somewhere. We were definitely staying in my room after this, though. I didn't want to be doing the naked dance in someone else's room.

  “Fine, you stupid shoe. Stay here,” I whispered into empty air. I could not for the life of me find it. I blew out a breath of frustration, making a strand of hair flutter up from my face. I liked these shoes, but I would just have to find them later. Aiden could help me look. The later part of that thought made me smile. There was going to be a later.

  I took one last peek at Aiden's sleeping form, giggling at how he had turned himself into a burrito, and carefully escaped. The world outside st
ill smelled of rain. I took a deep breath, enjoying the way the salty air of the ocean mixed with the clean scent of freshly watered tropical plants. I filed the fragrance away in my memory as something wonderful.

  “Good morning,” a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. Walking up the path was Kathryn in exercise clothes heading to the gym for a quick workout before the meeting. I wondered just how walk-of-shame-y I looked wearing a wet dress and missing my left shoe.

  “Good morning,” I replied cheerfully. I pulled away from Aiden's door and began to hurry back toward my own.

  “Did you just come out of Mr. Hayes' suite?” She looked pointedly at my wet dress and I blushed hot enough steam should have come off the fabric.

  “Mr. Hayes? No, no.” I shook my head. At least I wasn't sleeping with the billionaire. I'm sure that was a conflict of interest somewhere. “That's where his assistant, Aiden, is staying today.”

  Kathryn frowned. “Mr. Hayes doesn't have an assistant. He has a bodyguard named Ben, but no assistant. Especially not one with the same name.”

  “You must be mistaken,” I stammered. “Mr. Hayes is in his sixties and the man in there is barely thirty. There's no way that's Mr. Hayes.”

  She chuckled and shook her head. “You're thinking of Gerald Hayes. He founded the company, but his sons, Aiden and Logan run the company. Aiden Hayes is the Travel, Inc. representative that is scheduled to be here.”

  “Oh...” I swallowed hard and felt like my knees were going to give out. “Oh, boy.”

  Kathryn cocked her head to the side, apparently amused at my surprise. To be honest, thinking a billionaire was an assistant would be hilarious. I would be amused too if it hadn't been me. “Did you really think Aiden Hayes was an assistant?”

  I nodded. “I did. The file you gave me was on Gerald Hayes and barely mentioned his sons. I should have put the names together, but...” I put my hands over my face as I realized just who I had been sleeping with. A billionaire. An honest to God billionaire. “I am such an idiot.”