Page 32 of Nailing Studs

“Thank you for taking me out. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

He smiled then moved to his bike and straddled it. He threw on his helmet, looking sexy as fuck before revving the engine and taking off.

I wanted him so badly and was still shaky from the near-kiss encounter when Taylor stepped up and tugged on my pinky finger. “Ready to head home?” he asked.

Not really. The night was young and I wanted to spend it with both of them, but only Taylor was here, so I focused on getting to know him and only him. “Let’s go,” I said.

We climbed into his car and chatted easily on the way home. The closer we got to my house, however, the quieter I became. It wasn’t so much nerves as anticipation.

I knew something was going to happen between us once we got back to the house. I was just a little confused why Dom had seemingly stepped aside to let Taylor have first dibs, so to speak. Was it because of what happened with Laura? For all his macho broodiness, did he really doubt that I could want him every bit as much as I wanted Taylor? If that was the case, I was going to have to disabuse him of that notion, and very soon. But right now, Dom wasn’t here.

I looked at Taylor.

He deserved my focus and attention right now. Every bit as much as I wanted his focus and attention on me.

Taylor pulled to a halt inside my driveway and turned off the car. I glanced up at Tabitha’s house—my house—quiet and dark, sitting there in the night like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Taylor turned in his seat to face me.

I wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but it didn’t matter at this point.

His hand slipped behind my neck, pulling me in, his warm tongue filling my mouth, and I felt something akin to a wave of relief. How long had I been waiting for one of them to kiss me like this? Why had I waited so long to figure out what I wanted?

I let out a little moan against his lips, and his hand slid over my leg, up my thigh, gripping me, holding me, touching me. I couldn’t get enough of him—of Taylor Riggs kissing me, making me want him.

I wasn’t sure how long we were in his car, in the dark, outside my house, making out like a couple of teenagers. His hands explored my body, appreciating the thickness of my hips, legs, and breasts. When I pressed my hand against his chest, I felt his heart pick up pace under my fingers.

Eventually, he drew back, breath coming fast, eyes darkened. “We don’t have to rush this,” he murmured. “No expectations, no pressure, remember? Dom and I really did just want to take you out to dinner.”

I grinned widely. “So are you saying it wouldn’t faze you at all to walk away from me now?”

“Fuck no. It would be difficult as hell.” Taking my hand, he brought it to his crotch, and I could feel just how difficult it would actually be. He was so big. So hard for me. I rubbed him lightly, and he groaned.

“So maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to give me space,” I said.

He caught my wrist, stopping my caresses but keeping my hand pressed against him. “I’ll always give you what you need, Kayla, even if that’s for me to walk away.”

“Well, I don’t want or need you to walk away.”

“You sure?”

It felt like a lifetime since I’d actually wanted someone as badly as this, since someone had wanted and desired me in the way that he did. And the intensity of my desire was making me a little drunk. “I’m sure. I want you, Taylor. Please.”

In seconds, he’d helped me out of the car and had me scooped up in his arms, making me giggle as I leaned up against his chest and inhaled his scent. It was so quiet out here at this time of night, so easy to pretend that we were the only two people in the entire world out underneath the amazing stars.

He kicked the door open, which made me gasp. For one stupid moment, I’d forgotten how rotted the damn thing was, but then I laughed out loud.

“I’m fixing it tomorrow, anyway,” he said, shutting it behind him with his boot.

All I wanted was him, this night, this moment, this instant.

He set me down and made his way up the stairs, tugging me behind him. Once we got to my room, he said, “I’ve wanted to do this to you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.” His voice was low and growly, making my heart pound and my panties go wet.

I collapsed on my bed and he came down next to me, kissing me deeply and slipping his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy through my panties and making me sigh with relief. His hand was so strong, fingers so warm against me, I could hardly take it. Yes, I wanted to say, wanted to tell him that I’d thought about it too long.

But I couldn’t speak.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he deftly inched my underwear down my legs until I was bare to him. I parted my legs and hooked them around him, grinding against him, feeling the hardness of his cock again. Aside from taking my hand and pressing it against him earlier, he’d been the perfect gentleman. I liked that he had a little dirty in him, too. I needed that dirty—dirty combined with good-boy charm. It was what had defined him for me when we first met. That mischievous spark in his personality.

He kissed down my neck, and his warm breath in the cold of the house made me shudder with need. I pushed myself against him, hungry for more, and he understood what I needed. He pressed his fingers against my clit, holding them there for a second, letting me get used to the feel and pressure. Pulling back, he looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I felt as though I was paralyzed by the way he watched me. I could only lie there, holding on to him for dear life, as though he were the only thing keeping me connected to the real world.

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