Page 66 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

“You absolutely did.” Her stomach growled. “Let me feed you.”

“Only if it’s some dick.”

She got him then, Jacob’s mouth spread, and laughter roared from his gut.

“See!” Her face lit up on a smile. “There’s no being serious around me, mister.”

“Girl,” he reined in his merriment. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I just answered that question.”

He laughed heartily. “Be careful what you wish for,bellissima.” His voice grew deeper, his semi-threat showering her with a heated compilation of chills. Jacob dropped his gaze to her, and she saw the desire that promised to show her exactly what he meant.

“Food,” she said, knowing she would need fuel when he made good on his promise.

Chapter Twenty

They were on a blanket that could fit a king-sized bed at the far end of the beach where they could be alone.

Wrapped in an oversized towel, Carla lifted a grape and stuck it in her mouth. “Mmmm. So sweet and good.”

“They’re freshly picked.”

She smiled, looking at him. “How do you know that?”

“Because I had them specially ordered—plucked just for us.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

He focused on her lips, moving as she ate the fruit. “I don’t know. Why aren’t you surprised, Carla?”

“Because you seem to be able to do everything!”

He chuckled and pulled another grape from the vine and held it to her mouth. “Not everything, but I’m pretty efficient.”

His body responded with vigorous chills when she closed her mouth around his finger.

“Mmmm.” She sucked in the grape, chewing it and swallowing it quickly while maintaining a soft suction on his digit.

After a light dinner, the two of them cuddled up on the beach but were interrupted by his fresh fruit delivery. Now, as they watched the sunset, both of them wanted nothing more than to relax into one another.

“Jacob.”

He lifted her before she could finish her sentence, sitting her on his lap, seeking her mouth with his.

Heat showered them, with vibrations thundering down their bodies. Carla rotated her hips, grinding against his dick that sprang to life when his finger entered her mouth.

“Let’s wash the day away,” he murmured. “Join me for a shower,bellissima.”

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jacob rose to his feet, and they abandoned the fruit, the blanket, and the sunset.

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The showerhead was placed sohigh on the outside garden wall of their private villa that the cascading droplets felt like a waterfall.

Drenched from head to toe, Jacob held Carla in his arms as his lips kissed along her shoulder, biting into her neck.

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