Free Trust Me by D. T. Jones Page A

quickly dismissed the thought and pulled the faded blue jeans across her hips, turning to inspect the image that was reflected back to her. She looked good, but only because she was in very expensive clothes; like some rich boy’s play thing, she scolded herself.
    She didn’t think she would do much more with her hair and her makeup looked fine for a day of activities, regardless of what they may be. She gathered up the rest of her new clothes as well as her discarded dress and shoes and stepped back into the outer part of her hotel room.
    Moving quickly to the clothes rack, she hung the items before turning back to see Creighton sitting in the chair near the door to the balcony, his right leg crossed over his left knee, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. The curtains were pulled open across the door, allowing the sun to shine through. It was another bright sunny day, causing Sandra to sigh contently. She really loved this weather, not like back home; it was not dry and dusty.
    “You look great,” he told her with a bright smile. She was blushing; she knew it, she could feel the heat spreading up her neck. She thanked him quietly and set her sandals on the floor, before looking at him again.
    “Should I wear my sandals or my running shoes?”
    “Your running shoes will be perfect,” he assured her, standing up and walking toward her. She nodded, trying to keep her mind off the fact that he was standing at the foot of the bed and gathered a pair of socks out of the dresser drawer.
    “Where are we going?” she asked. Fear and excitement echoed in her tone as she sat down and pulled her socks and shoes on.
    “To lunch,” he said with an innocent shrug.
    “Then what?” she asked with irritation. It was like talking to a child.
    “It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like it…eventually.” Sandra frowned up at him. “Trust me?” he asked walking to her, holding his hand out for her to take. She slipped her fingers into his tender touch and stood.
    “Should I trust you?” she asked again, causing him to laugh.
    “You are such an intriguing young woman, do you know that Sandra?” He briefly kissed her knuckles; his touch sent waves of heat up her arm and into her spine. “You take my breath away.”
    “Do I?” she whispered. When had she become such a tease?
    The man didn’t miss the implication, even though it wasn’t intentional – at least she didn’t think it was. His hand released hers and quickly, gently wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his strong embrace; one hand on her lower back pressing her up against the length of his body, the other on the side of her face caressing her cheek in a tender touch. His eyes locked with hers as he lowered his lips close to her mouth, she could feel his breath, sweet and warm as he brushed her mouth with his.
    “If only we had more time,” he whispered, an unspoken promise hung between them as he pressed his lips against hers. The touch was gentle and soft and he slowly traced her bottom lip with his tongue before thrusting it between her teeth, teasing and tasting her acceptance.
    Sandra felt braver today than she had last night and quickly joined in the kiss, her tongue caressing his, battling in a wordless tournament of desire and want. Several long moments passed by and Sandra could feel his desire grow against her thigh, straining through the restraints of his pants. With a deep moan of regret, he pulled away from her, leaving her panting as he nuzzled her neck with his warm, moist lips.
    “We can’t do this,” he said in a horse whisper so soft she wasn’t sure if he had actually spoken, barely able to hear him over the thrumming of her heart in her ears. “This isn’t the right time, but it is getting very hard to resist you.” He looked down at her, his eyes burning with desire, a silent promise echoed in the curve of his lips.
    “We need to get out of here before it’s too late,” he told her, a little louder than she