When I Fall in Love (10 page)

Chapter 10

R
ollin looked at Tayler, trying to catch his breath.

“Tayler, what's wrong?”

Her head dropped to his neck and her breathing against his skin made his whole body shiver.

“Let's go back in the house. I can't do this out here.”

“What? We were close to already doing it.”

“Please, Rollin.”

He closed his eyes and pulled himself together before slowly letting her down. She quickly gathered her clothes and put them back on. The amount of control he possessed over his body right now surprised even him as he threw his clothes back on as well.

The sky lit up before the mother of all thunderclaps caused Tayler to scream. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her before they made a mad dash for the truck.

Tayler lowered the hood of her jacket and took a deep breath. In one swift move Rollin turned to her, placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. His tongue found hers warm and soft as he savored her sweetness over and over again.

He devoured every last morsel of her until he couldn't take it any longer. He released her, started the truck and took off through the blinding rain. He kept his eyes on the road, and Tayler kept hers out the window. He would have given anything to read her thoughts.

When they reached the house, Rollin pulled as close as he could to the back door. He turned off the engine and they sprinted toward the house. Like two wet ducks they waddled from the kitchen to the back hallway.

“Stay right there,” Rollin said as he hung his slicker on a peg and went to grab a towel from his bathroom. When he returned Tayler had taken off her slicker and stepped out of her sneakers.

He handed her the towel. Still aroused, he needed to touch her, kiss her, or better yet finish what they'd started. She gave her face a couple of soft pats with the towel. They locked eyes and all he could think about was getting her out of her clothes. He took the towel from her and tossed it on the floor. When she looked up, startled, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body against his.

He lowered his head and took her bottom lip between his teeth. He bored his hot tongue into her mouth and kissed her so completely this time she came up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He swept her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. She had no idea how bad he wanted to give his love to her.

* * *

Tayler's heart pounded in her chest and she fought to control the urge to climb all over Rollin. His hands on her behind pressed her into his bulging erection. The throbbing between her legs was unbearable. She needed him the way she needed to breathe.

He stopped outside what she assumed was his bedroom. He put his hand on the door to open it, but stopped.

“Tayler, if I need to stop, you'd better say so now.” His voice was deeper than usual.

“Do so and I'll kill you,” she whispered.

He grinned and pushed the door open. Tayler's heart beat hard and fast with anticipation as he carried her into the room to his bed.

The minute he lowered her onto the bed he reached down and pulled her T-shirt over her head. He planted sultry kisses from her forehead down the side of her neck. She wanted to rip her clothes off and straddle him until the fire building inside her extinguished. Thunder and lightning continued outside, but it no longer captured Tayler's attention. Her body cried out for Rollin.

As he unfastened his pants, she reached up and pulled his mouth back down to hers. Her kiss was urgent and purposeful. She needed Rollin to feel how bad she wanted him.

He slid his hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. She arched her back as he slid the bra from her shoulders and tossed it with her shirt. She sat up and reached out to touch his muscular chest, feeling the heat against the palm of her hand. Her exposed body shivered as he finished undressing her and then himself. He removed his briefs last, and his package amazed her. He was larger than any man she'd ever been with. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but the opportunity passed. He lowered himself over her and placed his warm mouth over her nipple. She closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and shuddered.

Rollin's arm trembled as he held himself over her. She couldn't help it—she wanted to feel the power. His muscular chest and six-pack abs had already excited her. She reached out and gripped his hairy arms.

Any remaining inhibitions she might have had disappeared as she pushed him off her and onto his back. She straddled him and he cupped her bottom and settled her over him. His body was firm and hard, and she could stare at him all night long. Her pelvic muscles reacted and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against him. She moaned with pleasure as he met her rhythm.

His eyes roamed over her body. “You are the most beautiful, desirable Barbie I've ever seen, and I want you so bad it's blowing my mind.”

She bit her bottom lip and grinned down at him. “Then stop teasing me. And please tell me you have a condom?”

Rollin gave Tayler an alluring grin before he sat up and flipped her over onto her back. “Yep.” He rolled away from her and over to the side of the bed. Out of the nightstand drawer he produced a gold wrapper. After he rolled back over she helped him place the condom on himself. He spread her legs and slowly eased his love inside her. It took her body more than a minute to adjust to him. He pulled out, giving her a minute to catch her breath, before sliding back inside her, deeper this time. He developed a rhythm, going deeper and deeper each time until her body welcomed him completely. She bit her bottom lip then mouthed,
Thank you.

Rollin gave her a little pain mixed with a lot of pleasure. He thrust harder and faster now as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and her arms around his neck. If you could combust from pleasure she would have. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the ride.

He slowed down long enough to cover her mouth with his and kiss her until she thought the room wouldn't stop spinning.

Then he released her mouth and eased out of her.

Tayler loosened her grip around his neck but didn't want to let go. She didn't want it to be over yet, it couldn't be.

“Turn over,” he whispered in a sultry voice and helped her flip over.

She rolled over onto her stomach then up on her knees. A second later, his hands gripped her hips and he leaned over to plant succulent kisses along the curve of her back. He massaged her butt before entering her. She took a deep breath when his fingers reached under her and began to stroke her. She opened up like an exotic flower in bloom.

Here she was, lying on this man's bed ass up, and she'd only known him for a week. He made love to her as if he already knew what she liked and how she liked it. He stroked her until she did everything but beg him to stop.

He drove himself into her over and over again, thrusting deeper each time. She pressed her elbows into the pillow and called out his name as she peaked. He filled her with his love and she cried in ecstasy.

Soon after, he collapsed with her onto the bed.

She lay with him pressed against her back trying to catch her breath. Rollin's hot panting breath against Tayler's ear reminded her of where she was. She'd never experienced anything quite like what they'd just done in her entire life. As she came down off her high and her breathing slowed, she snuggled under his arm, cherishing the moment.

After a few minutes, Rollin released her and rolled over onto his back. Tayler rolled over on her back.

“You okay?” he asked in a raspy voice.

She nodded, which was the best she could do at the moment.

What the hell was that! We came together!
She'd heard people talk about it, but had never experienced it herself. That was euphoria, a high unlike any drug she could ever imagine. After a deep relaxing breath Tayler stared up at the ceiling.

Rollin lay staring at the ceiling for several minutes also, before he got up. “I'll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

With him gone, her eyes scanned the room for the first time and her good senses returned. She was in Rollin's bedroom, back in his private quarters. An area off-limits to guests. What just transpired was the most spontaneous thing she'd ever done, and with Nicole's cousin! She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over her naked body. What would she tell Nicole? She had known this would happen if she didn't keep his distance.

“Are you cold?” Rollin asked.

Tayler jumped when she saw him standing butt naked in the doorway. “No.”

He started across the room. “Then what are you doing?”

She gripped the cover, holding it close to her breast. “I'm naked.”

He stopped and looked down at himself. “No shit, so am I. But you look amazing.”

She ran a hand over her face. “Rollin, I don't know what came over me.”

He reached for the sheet. “Don't tell me you're about to apologize.”

“I don't have anything to apologize for, but, uh...” Tayler tucked the cover around her and wiggled her way to the edge of the bed and stood up.

Rollin looked confused. “Where you goin'?” he asked.

“Where are my clothes?”

He pointed to the pile of clothes on the floor.

She hopped over and snatched up her clothes, then shuffled off to the bathroom. Before closing the door, she glanced back at him standing by the bed with his arms crossed, shaking his head. She then quickly closed the door.

In the bathroom she had a quick mental meltdown. Staring at herself in the mirror, she dropped the cover. Her body still tingled from his touch. She proceeded to put her clothes back on. What had come over her? What was Rollin thinking about the way she had followed him into his bedroom so easily? She sat on the toilet seat, resting her head in the palm of her hands for a few minutes.
What did he just do to me?

No man had ever made her want to give it up so easily before. If they had other guests in the house this would never have happened, she told herself. She blamed everything and everyone before admitting to herself nothing happened that she didn't want to happen.

She pulled herself together and opened the bathroom door. She placed Rollin's folded bedspread back on the bed where he sat.

Rollin leaned back on his elbows. “What's wrong? Why did you put your clothes back on?”

“I need to go. I, uh...” she stuttered, unable to get out what she wanted to say. “Thank you.”

He looked puzzled. “Thank you?”

“I'm sorry.” She made a beeline for the bedroom door and hurried out as fast as she could, leaving Rollin sitting there in his beautiful birthday suit.

Chapter 11

T
he next morning, Tayler left a note on her door saying she was sleeping in. Rita hadn't returned, and she couldn't face Rollin yet. She rode into town, purchased a local paper, and had breakfast at McDonald's.

Instead of going back to Coleman House she found the visitors' welcome center in town and grabbed some brochures. She decided on a self-guided tour of Danville. She started across the street at Constitution Square, strolling through the old landmarks, and discovering all of Danville's firsts—first college, first post office, first law school—the town was full of history. Then she walked across the street for a cup of coffee before visiting the quaint shops on Main Street. Next stop would be the arts center train exhibit, before she made her way over to the dollhouse museum.

The miniature dollhouses and shops were amazing. She couldn't believe the amount of detail that went into each structure. The dolls inside, however, actually freaked her out a bit. But even more important was the number of out-of-town dollhouse enthusiasts and history lovers who happened to be visiting. After striking up conversations with several people, she realized these were potential customers for Coleman House.

* * *

When Tayler returned to the B and B, several cars were in the parking lot. Maybe more guests had arrived and she wouldn't be there alone with Rollin any longer. The thought made her happy and sad at the same time. She didn't need to be alone with him, but she'd miss the private moments they'd shared.

She got out of the car and strolled inside. As soon as she opened the front door, she heard voices coming from the library. She hadn't seen Rollin's truck outside, so she thought Rita must have been back and was showing the new guests around. But as she passed the library, she glanced in and saw several men inside.

Rollin waved at her, and she waved back but kept walking. She didn't dare go inside to disturb them. Instead, she started up the stairs to her room.

“Have you eaten?”

She stopped at the sound of Rollin's voice and glanced over her shoulder. He'd stepped out of the library. “Yes, I stopped and had a late lunch,” she replied.

“Well, if there's anything else you need tonight, don't hesitate to ask. Anything at all,” he added with a cocky smile.

A flush of embarrassment crossed her face and she turned away. “No, I'm fine. Have a good evening.” She practically ran up the steps to her room.

* * *

Rollin grinned as he turned around to rejoin his business associates in the library. Tayler could run from him now, but sooner or later they'd have to talk about last night. What transpired between them was beautiful and he wanted to tell her how he felt.

“Okay, guys, back to business. I've laid out my finances to you and you know what's on my mind. Now I just need to convince Corra.”

Later that evening, Rollin sat on the front porch in one of the rocking chairs watching the sunset. He was enjoying a rare moment when there was nothing that needed his attention. He couldn't get Tayler and last night out of his mind. He could still see her toned, curvy body lying across his bed.

“Excuse me.”

Rollin was so deep in thought he hadn't even heard the door open. At the sound of Tayler's voice, he sat up. “Good evening. Come on out.”

“I just wanted to thank you for the clean linen and ask for a washcloth.”

He sat back and took a deep breath. “Okay, I'll get you one, but come on out here for a minute. I want you to see something.”

She glanced back inside before stepping all the way out and releasing the door. “What is it?”

He pointed to the other rocker. “Have a seat.”

She let out a heavy sigh then sat down.

Rollin looked across the field at the orange and yellow glow of the setting sun. “Isn't that beautiful?”

Tayler crossed her arms and stared off across the fields for a few minutes before commenting. “It's amazing. It looks like the sun is about to have a seat in the middle of your field.”

“It does, doesn't it? When I was younger, my parents used to sit out here every night until after the sun went down. We had a glider-like seat then. They would be all hugged up, just talking and watching the sunset. Sometimes my mom would fall asleep in my pop's arms. I was too busy catching lightning bugs at the time to appreciate its beauty, but I understood those moments meant something special to them.”

“Sunsets are special,” she said in a soft low voice.

“When shared with the right person, I believe they are. Otherwise you might not even notice it.” He watched her watch the sunset and wished he could hold her in his arms. Special moments like this were meant for special conversations.

“Tayler, I know you don't want to talk about last night, but I wanted to let you know that I'm glad it happened. And I hope it happens again.”

She uncrossed her arms as the sun disappeared from sight. “Rollin, we got caught up last night, but you know as well as I do that it never should have happened. If I'm going to stay here the rest of the month, or longer, we need to just forget it ever happened.” She stood up.

“Just forget about it, huh?”

She shrugged. “Yes. If you don't mind, I'd like that washcloth now. I need to take a shower.”

He stood up. “Yeah, sure, let me get you one.” He followed her inside, not believing for a minute that she wanted to forget all about last night. Upstairs in the linen closet, he pulled out a washcloth and met her at the entrance to her room.

“Need anything else?” he asked as he held out the washcloth.

“No, that's it, thanks.”

She reached for the washcloth, but he yanked it back. The look she gave him could have been a bullet if she'd had a gun.

He offered the washcloth again and she grabbed it, but he held on.

“Enjoy your day?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. Why?”

He let go of the washcloth. “You wouldn't have been trying to avoid me because of last night, would you?”

She put a hand on her hip. “Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't even thinking about that today. You caught me at a weak moment, that's all.”

He chuckled. “Well, the next time I catch you at a weak moment, don't thank me afterward.” He backed away from her door.

Her jaw dropped. “I didn't thank you.”

“Yes, you did. But that's cool, because here at Coleman House, we aim to please.” He gave her a mock salute and headed downstairs. “I'll see you at breakfast in the morning.”

“Oh, and there won't be a next time,” she assured him before slamming the door.