Falling For Her Novels & Stories

Water from the shower is now drenching her completely, seeping through her clothes. "Baby, did you notice that I am a little under dressed" he murmured with mirth. He could feel his member becoming hard just by her touch. She jerked away from him, as if realizing that fact just now. Her gaze traveled down his body before she turned away, her cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "I..." she cleared her throat. "I am sorry" she mumbled almost inaudibly before she tried to flee. But he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back into the shower. She fell on his chest and grabbed his elbows for support.

"Are you going to threaten to run again? Tell me I'm too much? Too old? Too dangerous? Will you leave my side the way she did?" She stared for one long, shattering heartbeat. "No. None of the above. She'd have stayed if she could have, Derek. Who wouldn't, for you? Man I'm falling hopelessly for, even though I fucking barely know you," she said with a shrug, looking at me while taking deep breaths, like the words cost her everything to say. Falling for. The air left me in a rush. She'd said it. No hedging. No maybe. No hiding behind dinner plans or doctor visits or no sex. She said we had a shot, against all odds.

She stared at the tampered papers on the table, the warning note still sitting there like a threat. “I’m falling for you,” she said suddenly, voice quiet but steady. She kept her eyes on the papers at first, then turned to meet his gaze. “Despite the lies that started this. Despite your mother and Marcus and all the cameras and poison. I’m falling for the man who stayed in the hospital, who eats my midnight cookies, who’s trying to give me space even when it kills him. I’m terrified it’ll all blow up, but I’m in it. With you. For real.”

In that instant, I knew I was falling for her, and it scared the hell out of me. “Let's dance,” I offered, stretching out my hand to her, which she took, and we moved towards the center of the room, the music filling the air. As we swayed to the rhythm, our eyes locked, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. She had only been in my life for the past three months, and I was already falling for her, which wasn't the plan. The plan was for her to get pregnant and give me an heir. The plan was to hate her, to show her nothing but pain. I wanted her to suffer for what Anita did to me, but it seemed my heart had other plan

A thrill shot through her as she felt the cool air against her skin, contrasting with the warmth of his hands. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty and excitement. “Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes dark with passion, filled with a fierce determination. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met.” With a swift motion, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. Olivia gasped, feeling both exhilarated and completely vulnerable. The anticipation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but cling to him, her heart pounding against her chest.

She was asking for that much money right off the bat, as if I were some kind of ATM. Besides, she said it as if finding a job was easy. The modeling career she had tossed away years ago wasn't something she could just pick up again. Adults should pay for their own decisions. When she saw that I still wouldn't agree, she completely lost her temper. "Tabitha, you're unbelievable. I can't stay at your place, and you won't lend me any money. Is this how a newly promoted vice president treats family? Who do you think you are?!"

he mused, taking a slow step forward. She instinctively stepped back—too far. Her heel slipped against the damp grass near the lake’s edge, and suddenly, the world tilted. Her breath hitched as she lost her balance, gravity pulling her toward the water. But before she could fall—he caught her. It happened too fast. One second, she was about to hit the freezing surface, and the next—his arms were around her. Strong. Unyielding. Too close. Her heart pounded wildly as she found herself pressed against his chest, her fingers gripping his coat as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

She tried to step back but her back hit the door gently, and I placed both my hands beside her head, trapping her there, making her look up at me with those damn cute, sexy angelic eyes of hers. God, she was beautiful. Every little thing about her drove me crazy. The way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips trembled like she was fighting the same urge I was. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I wanted to touch her, feel her, worship her like she was the only woman on earth. I wanted her to be mine, completely mine. But I couldn't rush it. I didn't want to scare her away. I just wanted to take my time and make her fall, deeply and helplessly, until she couldn't imagine life without me.

At one point, deep in the night, she rides me slow and sensual, hands braced on my chest, eyes locked on mine. “I’m falling for you,” she whispers, voice breaking. “I know it’s insane. But I am.” I grip her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “You already fell. And I caught you. I’m not letting you go, Mirella. Not ever.” We come together, clinging to each other like the world outside doesn’t exist.

She grabbed my lapels and pu‍lled me down for a kiss. "Yes,⁠" she wh⁠ispere‍d ag‌ainst my⁠ lips. "​Let's b‌u‍rn it all down." I held her c‌lose. T​he Fal‍l was over. The Clim⁠b had begu‍n.