In Love With Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER 33- LET'S PAINT!

I woke up the following morning curled up next to Aaron. My head was on his shoulders, his heart was beating under the palm of my hand. I raised my head to look at him. His hair was a total mess and he was sound asleep.

I smiled at how cute he looked sleeping like that. The big, bad Aaron Woodwords who buys entire areas and threatens people for crashing into his cars, looked like an adorable child when asleep. I shifted a little, not enough to wake him up, just to get closer to him to kiss the corner of his lips.

With slow, gentle movements, I removed his hand that was wrapped around my waist and rolled away to move out of the bed. I had barely made it to the edge of the bed when his arm came back to wrap itself around me. In an effortless, swift move, he pulled me back to him.

I gasped at the impact of my naked back colliding with the hard muscles of his chest.

"Stay." Aaron whispered to me. He kissed my shoulder, pulling me closer into his arms.

"It's morning already," I reasoned, the touch of his lips reminding me of the previous night.

"It doesn't matter, Caroline. Go back to sleep," his voice was husky under the influence of sleep.

"What about breakfast?" I asked.

He loosened his grip around me for a split second, only to turn me to face him. His eyes bore into mine, a little smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you hungry, Caroline?" His voice was suggestive. So was the look on his face.

"I'm not," I giggled, burying my face in his chest.

"Then go back to sleep or I have other interesting ways to make you stay," he whispered in my hair. I snuggled closer and closed my eyes. Within a few moments, I slept again. I was too tired to not to.

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"We'll die," I told Aaron with utter confidence. The blue ocean water shining with the golden rays of the sun looked just as beautiful as it was dangerous. I leaned over the floating bow rider to gauge the depth of the ocean with my eyes. It appeared to be endless, a path to oblivion.

"We'll die," I repeated. My voice sounded worried now.

"We won't die, Caroline. Trust me," Aaron said. He was checking the snorkels and various other equipment that we were going to use under the water. The private island—the safe haven—looked so close to the eyes, but was miles away from our spot in the ocean which probably was going to be the end for me.

"I can't trust you if I'm dead," I said.

"No one's dying," Aaron kissed my forehead and he ran his hands down my body directly to my swim fins covered feet. For a brief moment, my mind had stopped thinking about my oncoming death, then I realized he had done it on purpose.

Aaron smirked at me as he went over to bring the diving masks. "All you have to do is breathe," he said, putting it around my head. He had already taught me how to breathe through the snorkel. Considering how I have been breathing all my life, it should be a fairly easy task. But somehow, knowing that I would have to do it consciously through my mouth made me anxious. The fact that he had decided to not bring a guide along because he had been snorkeling since forever wasn't helping my nerves at all.

I watched the flex of Aaron's muscles in fascination as he put on his own mask. He still felt like a dream. I saw him pick up the snorkels and sucked in a breath. Not a dream anymore. It was a terrifying reality.

"Not dying," he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips before adjusting the breathing tube. He fixed his own then pulled me to my feet.

"Ready?" he asked as we stood at the edge of the rider.