Page 1 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

Chapter One

“Ooooh, yes, yes, baby, right there.”

Carla’s thighs quaked as her orgasm built, and the water that pelted her warm flesh created a massage of stimulation against her skin.

“Oh, my God, I’m going to come; I’m going to come!”

Her head fell back, and water rained into her mouth as her lips parted, eyes closed.

“Jacob! Ah!”

Her legs buckled, and her hand reached for the tile to find something to hold on to as she began to plummet. Her other hand worked her protruding clitoris as if she were flipping a doorstopper to and fro in an impassioned frenzy.

“Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me like that; that’s the spot!”

A squeal rang from her lips as her orgasm shot tingles to her clit when she came, and slinking against the wall, Carla slid down the slippery tile, her butt plopping to the shower floor.

She panted, breathless. “Hooooly smokes.” Carla drew her knees to her chest, resting her arms there as her hurried breaths calmed. “Whew, I need to get laid.” She shook her head and laughed chaotically, like a madwoman who was losing her mind. “And to be calling out Jacob’s name, when the most contact I’ve had with him is, is…”

Carla thought about their last encounter. It had been at the wedding of her cousin London Jones. But their conversation never had a chance to get off the ground as the place bustled with energy, and he was in someone else’s eyesight every time she turned his way. Before that, it had been at the wedding of her newfound friends and triplets of the Rose dynasty.

She’d been standing in the cut, awestruck by the sentimental ceremony, thoroughly overjoyed with witnessing the sheer happiness of the brides and grooms when a timbered note broke through her musings.

“A penny for your thoughts,”a dark voice strummed.

A soft smile lifted the corners of her mouth as a spinning web of heat shot into her panties.

“Trust me, my thought’s prices are on the rise. Are you sure you can afford them?” She teased, spinning on her heels to face the dark brown undercut of his sharp chin.

“Give me a second to check my bank account because the way it’s set up…”

Carla tossed her head back and laughed, recognizing his joke before he could complete it. Jacob chuckled.

“Somehow, I gather with all these festivities, you’re ready to take the ultimate plunge.”

A correlating heat swept over Carla’s skin as a rigorous pulse knocked between her thighs. “With you? Maybe. You know, there’s a wedding suite upstairs.”

The laugh that drummed from his lips caused her nerves to tighten, and he eyed Carla so intensely her spine tingled.

Carla Jones had been pretty upfront about her interest in Jacob Alexander Rose, and he had returned that curiosity. Still, they’d both been keeping that attentiveness at a very low level.

“Yes, I do,” he said, “But before we go there, I’ve got something else to show you first.”

Jacob took Carla’s hand in his. “I’d like to be proper with what I want to say next, so let me ask you, Ms. Carla Jones, are you seeing anyone?”

A trail of unnoticeable chills scurried down Carla’s spine.

“It depends on what you mean by seeing,” she responded. “I have male friends if that’s what you’re asking.”

His gaze lowered. “Does your heart belong to any of these friends?”

“No,” she answered quickly.

His crescent smile lit up the temperature of her flesh, and at the same time, Jacob was internally attempting to comprehend the sudden jealousy that had knotted in his gut.

“Perfezionare,” he responded in accented fluid Italian.

Piqued, Carla’s brow rose.

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