Page 60 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

She rolled her eyes and let the voicemail grab it.

“All right, Imma have to holler at you. I need absolute concentration when I pick out this barely-there lace that I’m about to whip on Jacob.”

“Talk to you later! Love you, cousin.”

Carla blew kisses into the phone. “Love you too. Tootles!”

She disconnected the call on London’s outburst of laughter and headed inside Victoria’s Secret.

Chapter Eighteen

Barbados

Intimidating rays of sunlight covered the Caribbean from end to end, but that didn’t stop Jacob and Carla from dressing in horseback-riding gear.

Tall mahogany boots, tan breeches for riding pants, and snug-fitting shirts were mimicked on the couple. On their heads, they wore helmets with chin straps. On their hands were thin leather gloves.

Carla tried to adjust the helmet and forget about smashing the bouncing blowout she’d done to her hair the night before. The anticipation of arriving at the island with Jacob had her head in the clouds. Now looking over at him, her lips widened into a smile as laughter bubbled from her gut.

“What is so funny,bellissima?” He pierced her with a sharp stare.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing those pants.” A burst of laughter rippled through the air.

“What?” he teased, turning side to side to flex his thigh muscles in the stretchy pants.

Carla doubled over. Mist crowded her eyes as she smacked her thighs in sheer joy.

“I thought you would like my pants.” Moving behind Carla, Jacob lifted her from her bent-over position, and she giggled heartily as he swung her around once.

“Okay, okay!”

He placed her on her feet, a bit dizzy and thoroughly amused.

“I do like your pants.”

He wiggled his brows, and she laughed, her eye driving down him to hover at his crotch. Carla bit her lip.

“You know,” she eased closer to him, turning her chin up to whisper. “I can’t help but wonder if you’re wearing a cup or if you’re just happy to see me.” Her smile pushed her eyes to a squint as Jacob moved closer.

“Find out.”

Her eyes widened, and a ripple of heat shot down her body.

“Right here and now?” She turned side to side to look around. Their instructor was busy giving directions to another set of tourists who looked terrified of the horses. Sweeping her eyes across the lawn, she glanced behind Jacob, noting that others were minding their business, some riding in a slow trot with their geldings.

Feeling naughty and giddy, Carla leaned in to pretend to hug his hard body, and her hands slipped down to his stern thighs, where she slipped over to grip his package.

“Wha gine on, my lovely couple? Wunna ready to get on top an’ ride?” the instructor said, walking up.

Carla almost jumped out of her skin, and a low deep guffaw flew from Jacob as she snatched her hand back and twirled around to face the instructor.

She was ready to ride, all right, but it had nothing to do with the horse.

Covering her in the warm swell of his muscular embrace, Jacob planted his lips over Carla’s ear. “You move too slow,bellissima.”

She squirmed, his baritone tickling her ear and her body melting to the kiss he pushed against her face.

“We’re ready,” he said to the instructor.

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