Page 4 of Falling for Love

My gut tells me she feels the same. “Do you want to join me for a drink or …” I hold out my hand for hers. “Come back to my room?”

I know my question is presumptuous, and surprise flares in her eyes as she bites into her lower lip with her teeth. She’s considering it and though my entire body wants her to say yes, it’s up to her. I wait, my heart beating hard in my chest as she makes up her mind.

CHAPTER TWO

Taylor

There’s something between Jack and me, an attraction that has my body singing. Every time our arms brush, I feel the pressure deep in my core. Though he’s a stranger, everything between us tonight has felt electric. He’s easy to talk to and we have things in common, like our close families, charities, and football. Not to mention, I find him sexy as hell with his dark brown hair and unique, navy-blue eyes.

His thumb grazes the top of my hand as he waits patiently for me to decide.

I think I already have. I need this time out to forget that my life is a tangled mess. I discovered my ex-boyfriend, State Senator Chandler Cross, is a slimy, corrupt politician, and in my work with donors on his campaign, he’s managed to embroil me in a situation that makes it look like I’ve helped commit campaign fraud along with him, something he told me when I tried to break up with him.

If I go to the authorities, he’ll disclose certain emails that make me look guilty. The revelation would cost me my job with the charity, my reputation in the community, and hurt my family in the process. Not only are we at a stalemate, but he still has me acting as his arm candy, on call when he needs me.

And if my cousin, David, who works for him, saw me with Jack back at the café, he no doubt reported what he’d seen to his boss. Which is why I’d rushed out. Because no matter how innocent sitting with Jack happened to be, Chandler would turn it into something sordid in his mind and to the public, I’m supposed to be his dutiful girlfriend.

“Taylor?” Jack asks in a gruff voice, taking my mind off my troubles, something he does easily.

“Yes,” I tell him. I deserve a night that’s special, just for me. And right now, my hands are in Jack’s and as I look into his eyes, I nod. “I’ll come up to your room.”

Relief flashes across his face and a smile pulls at his sensual lips. We walk hand in hand to the hotel, through the entry opened by the doorman, and take the elevator to Jack’s room. Nerves flutter in my belly, but that’s because I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman, not because I want to change my mind. He waves the key card over the reader, and my real life fades into the background.

We enter his hotel room, the door slams shut, and his mouth comes down on mine. Everything around me narrows to his lips, warm and insistent as they rub against mine. His tongue slips inside my mouth, causing my body to melt into his, and the hard ridge of his cock presses against my stomach, causing my sex to grow wet with desire. This man knows how to kiss, and each slide of his tongue and brush of his lips brings me deeper into a state of arousal.

I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his silky hair, while rubbing my chest against his. My nipples pucker beneath the fabric of my clothing and desire pools deep in my belly.

He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, breaking the kiss long enough for me to raise my arms so he can pull the fabric over my head and toss the garment to the floor.

His gaze lowers to my breasts encased in a nude lace bra, then lower to the heels I’m still wearing, and he lets out a low groan of appreciation. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I blush, feeling the heat from my cheeks down to my chest. I’ve never been with a vocal lover. It’s always been more grunts and groans until the man gets off.

Jack’s fingers brush over my nipples through the lace and I suck in a sharp breath, his touch zinging straight to my clit. With a grin, he once again reaches around my back, unhooks the clasp, and before the bra even drops to the floor, his big hands cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing the tight buds until my hips are moving of their own accord.

I revel in the sensations he elicits from me and when he draws one tip into his mouth, my pussy pulses with need. He moves from one nipple to the other, his mouth warm, his tongue teasing, my body clenching and finding an emptiness only he can fill.

“I want you,” I say, as I reach for the waistband of his pants, unhook, unzip, then slide my hand inside and cup his long, thick shaft. His skin is hot as I grip tighter and draw my hand up and down the length until I feel precum on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Tay. That feels so good,” he says in a gruff, rumbling voice.

Nobody calls me by a nickname and I like the intimacy of it, even if I barely know him. Without warning, he grasps my wrist. “If you don’t stop, this will be over before it begins.”

“Heaven forbid that happens,” I say teasingly, and remove my hand.

“I’ll be right back.” He walks away and returns with a condom in his hand.

“I like a man who’s prepared,” I tell him, and his answering smile is sexy as sin. I’m also grateful for his thoughtfulness. I’m not on birth control because I am not sleeping with anyone and most forms give me problems of one kind or another.

He kicks off his shoes and undresses the rest of the way while I do the same, shimmying out of my panties. I’ve never been in such a rush to get to the main event before, but there’s never been a Jack in my life, either. With his dark brown hair and facial scruff, he’s by far the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And when I step back and take in his naked form, I discover just how spectacularly built he is. His biceps are strong, and his chest and abdomen are solid muscle. I take a soft inhale of breath at the sight. I meet his gaze to find him studying me and his eyes grow dark with desire.

He rips open the condom, drops the foil packet, and rolls the protection over his cock. Then, stepping forward, he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist to steady myself as he backs me against the wall. Once again, our lips meet and the kiss that follows is deep and sensual, his tongue gliding against mine. His erection is stiff against my belly and arousal trickles between my thighs.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Beyond,” I tell him as he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts deep, filling me completely. I take a second to adjust to his width, then squeeze tight around him.