Page 9 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

Jacob’s tongue slid up his teeth, and he sucked, then smiled, his gaze driving over her more intricately than before.

“It could be both, and it could be because you’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.” His tone was more profound than before; gruff, on the level of a growl.

“Hmmm….” was all Carla said. She was too busy trying to control her body, though it felt impossible. Jacob managed to own her in the wildest way possible. The man hadn’t laid a finger on her. Their conversations had been so short in the past that this shouldn’t even be a thing.

Yet still, her nipples tightened to the point of being sore. Her clit was so sensitive that anytime she moved, it rubbed against her panties and caused her entire body to vibrate.

For God’s sake, she thought.

She either needed to get laid extremely bad, or Jacob held some kind of voodoo over her that was so intense that she was almost scared to be led by his sorcery.

Almost.

“You know I don’t usually accept free drinks from men at the club.”

Jacob smirked. “Never?”

“Well,” Carla leaned her head from side to side. “This year.”

Laughter bellowed from his gut, still a deep guffaw that sprinkled Carla with heat.

Jacob reined in his amusement. “What changed this year,bellissima?”

She teased her bottom lip with the tug of her teeth.

“You.”

His smile fell into a lazy grin, his gaze heavy as his lids lowered.

“Why’s that?” He stepped closer to her, removing the meager air between them. “You got a jones in your bones for me, Carla?”

He felt her shiver and felt his libido rise when her hips squirmed side to side.

The DJ came over the loudspeaker.

“I hope you’re enjoying your time tonight, and shout out to all of the beautiful ladies here to bring in the New Year with us. We see you, we appreciate you, and this song is dedicated to all of you.”

He spun a record; then “Special Affair,” by The Internet, began to play.

“How apropos,” Jacob said just above a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Dance with me.” He slipped his hand into her unoccupied hand, intertwining their fingers.

That was it. The first time she’d felt Jacob’s touch. Her mouth parted, a soft gasp escaping her as the vibrations within her escalated.

What was happening?

His gaze darkened, and he cleared his throat as if to fight off a sudden upsurge of his own energy.

Downing the rest of her drink, Carla sat the glass on the bar. “Lead the way.”

Jacob stepped back and twirled her in his embrace, which sealed her back to his front.

Oh, God.

His every move so inexplicably aroused her, and now feeling his body almost kept her feet from shuffling forward. Still, Carla made a path, and they strolled together to the dance floor without the need to push through the crowd.

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