Page 15 of Love for the Holiday

“You always try to hide from me,” he whispered. “I hope over time you can trust me and talk to me about anything, Love.”

It was like in the historical romances where the womanswoons.His words made my knees grow weak. I sucked in a sharp breath as my mind digested his words. Trust was such a big word. However, it was a word I hoped to one day put with his name. He was someone who I hoped I could trust whole-heartedly one day.

“I hope so, too, Jacob,” I whispered.

“I love the way you say my name.” Maybe it was the sleepiness or maybe I was hearing things, but his voice sounded husky. A deep husky. A tone which made panties drop.

“Jacob.” His name lingered on my tongue.

My sultry voice was pulling me down a dangerous path. A path I wanted to lead to his and my clothes scattered throughout his office.

“Love,” he whispered bending down and pressing his lips against mine.

My lips parted welcoming him to deepen our kiss. He gladly accepted the invitation. He tasted of coffee and peppermint. Just like he had at my house. It was a combination that would forever be imprinted into my mind.

“So beautiful,” Jacob moaned against my lips.

I desperately wanted to feel his skin against mine. My hands worked their way under the back of his shirt. His skin was warm, smooth, and made me want more.

“Jacob,” I whimpered against his lips. My whimper was a plea for more. A plea for him to satiate my desire for him.

“You’re still recovering.” He nipped at my bottom lip. His nip was sensual, teasing.

“Please.”

I raked my nails slowly down his back. He moaned into my mouth before grabbing me tighter around the waist and pulling me closer to his body. His hard-on pressed against me. I inhaled sharply from the anticipation of what it would feel like to have him deep inside me.

“Jacob.” One simple word left my mouth with a mixture of a plea and demand. He was torturing me. I wasn’t one for making the first move; however, with him, I’d make an exception.

“Once you have recovered fully then we can talk about this,” he whispered breaking our kiss.

“Okay,” I sighed and stepped out from his hold.

“I don’t mean to—” He stopped talking when I lifted my shirt up and over my head. “Wow,” he gasped softly as his eyes roamed across my chest.

“Still want to wait until I’m fully recovered?”

He didn’t reply right away. His eyes and body language told me he was debating between doing the doctor thing and waiting or giving into his desires.

“Fuck,” he mumbled softly. “You are so tempting.”

“Want me to put my shirt back on?”

My nerves were beginning to rise. The way he was looking at me now seemed like he was going to turn me down.

I began turning my shirt to where it was the right way so I could put it back on. Then I’d be able to hightail it out of his office.

“No, ma’am,” he said catching my attention. He took my shirt from me and tossed it on his desk. “I’ll be gentle.”

CHAPTER NINE

Jacob picked me up and without thought my legs wrapped around his waist. He held me up with both of his hands on my ass. With quick strides, he carried me out of his office and into another room. This room had a leather couch and a smaller office desk.

Very gently he laid me down on the couch. It didn’t take long before he had his medical jacket and shirt removed. I bit my bottom lip to hold back the desperate moan that wanted to escape.

The man had the body of a god. Perfectly sculpted abs. His skin was the perfect light caramel color. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of his body. My body throbbed at just the thought of tasting his skin.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispered.

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