Page 40 of Into The Rabbit Hole

She smiled, wanting to laugh, but found it more important to let him know that something more powerful than his highly valued cologne brought her here and would keep her coming back. “It’s you, Wes. Just you. I’ll come here, or wherever you are, just to seeyou.”

She didn’t think her words would have any effect on him but they did. Something flickered in his eyes and she could tell that hearing that come from her meant a lot tohim.

Taylor should be worried that her feelings for him were developing way too fast, and that she never felt like she could trust anyone again. Richard had hurt her deeply, and the pain from that whole saga was still there. She should be worried that she wasn’t more distraught about that and basically avoiding menaltogether.

But this was Wes, the most perfect guy she’d known all her life. She knew him, and that was perhaps reason enough to trust that he would never be a jerk. Wes would never be another Richard. This man wasn’t made that way. Made to deceive and manipulate. He was the realdeal.

Suddenly the sun started going down and the room darkened. Moonlight then took over, turning everything everywhere silver. She talked to him about how she enjoyed walking on Matira Beach in the moonlight. She’d gone into details about how everythinglooked.

Before her were those details. He’d tried to capture them, all of them. Like how the water sparkled against the moonlight and each sparkle looked similar to the glint of a diamond. He made the palm trees look like jagged shadows, black against the silver backdrop. The sky was inky black and the moon hung like a picture againstit.

Again she spun around, looking everywhere, absorbing the magical feeling that filled hersoul.

“Wes.” Excitement rippled through her and she took hold of his hand, but he didn’tmove.

He held onto her hand, compelling her to look athim.

“What is it? You’re giving me that look again,” she pointed out. It was the look he had where she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, as though he was trying to work out if she was real ornot.

“It’s you. You in the moonlight,” he replied. His voice respectfully low andappreciative.

“How do I look?” She kept her voice low, too, watching the subtle silver tone turn his eyes the samecolor.

“Taylor,” he began on the edge of a breath. ”Not even the angels could rival yourbeauty.”

She looked at him, trying to catch herself before her heart could take another step and jump into the chasm of risk people took when they took a chance onlove.

But it was too late. In that moment, as she looked at him and his words melted her heart, she fell forhim.

She was ready for him even before he moved forward to kiss her. Her whole beingwas.

Her soul welcomed the swish of his tongue into her mouth and she indulged on the taste of him. Wes tasted like something rare, something new andexciting.

She pressed her hands onto the solid wall of his chest and a soft moan escaped her lips as their kiss really got going. Desire pooled between her thighs and pulled down heavily on hergroin.

Her body molded to his when he pulled her closer and gripped at the side of her dress, making both straps fall down her shoulders. She wore a strapless bra, one of her favorites, made of sheer material that was almost see-through. The matching thong was thesame.

He stopped when he ran his hands down her waist and brushed the top of her thighs. “We should stop,” he managed through a laboredbreath.

Her own breathing was short and choppy from the sexual heat of their kiss. “Why?” She looked at him withconfusion.

“I don’t want you to think that I brought you here just to…” He had that attractive embarrassment again. “Sleep withme.”

“I didn’t think that. But what if I wantedto?”

She couldn’t see his skin quite clearly in this light, but his expression was the face he made when he was blushing. He released her and ran his fingers through hishair.

“You just got out of thehospital.”

She stood right on the tips of her toes and brushed her lips against his chin. That was as far as she could reach. “I’m fine. And that was weeksago.”

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with the kiss and driving her insane with the need for more. “What if I hurtyou?”

She gripped onto his shirt and pulled him down, this time for a soul-satisfying kiss. Taylor kept him there, determined to show him how much she wantedhim.

“You’ll hurt me more by leaving me like this. Without you,” she said against his lips. She liked the look he gave her. She’d never seen it before. It was a purely sexual look that oozed charm and weakened herfurther.

He cupped her chin and smiled. “Do you want to see what the bedroom lookslike?”