Page 84 of Anyone But Her

"Can I have a bite?" I hear Taylor ask.

Turning around, I see her standing there in cotton pajama shorts and a white tank, her hair up in a ponytail. She's not wearing a bra and I can see the outline of her perky breasts, her nipples on display.

Look away,I yell at myself in my head but I can't. Her breasts are freaking gorgeous, just like the rest of her.

"Luke? The apple?" She holds her hand out to me, smiling.

I hand it to her. "Help yourself."

As she takes a bite, her eyes wander down to my chest. I'm not wearing a shirt. Just some basketball shorts I put on to come over here. I usually sleep in boxer briefs and nothing else.

"Thanks." She slowly hands me back the apple as her eyes trace a line back up my chest.

"Don't you want the rest?"

"Um, no," she says, sounding breathless. "I probably shouldn't have any more."

From the way she's looking at me and the catch in her breath, I'm pretty sure she's talking about something other than apples.

"Any more what?" I set the apple down and take a step closer to her.

Her hand flattens against my chest as if she's going to push me away, but instead, she leaves it there, her eyes going to mine.

"Any more what, Taylor?" Before she can answer, I lower my mouth to her ear and say, "Do you mean this?" I brush my lips over the soft skin just below her ear and she shivers.

"Luke," she whispers in a way that says she wants more. We've only made out a few times but I'm already figuring out what she likes.

"You didn't answer the question." I lightly kiss her neck.

"Which was what?" Her head shifts as I kiss the other side of her neck.

"What shouldn't you have more of?" I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against me. She's warm and soft and all I can think about is how much I want to take her back to my bed and explore every inch of her beautiful body. "I hope it's not this." I kiss her, then say, "Because I really like this."

"Me too," she says, her eyes closing.

"You're saying you want more?" My hand slides down her side, brushing against her breast.

She opens her eyes and meets my gaze. "So much more."

Shit, this is bad. We both want each other but can't let it happen, especially here in the kitchen. But my mind isn't the one making decisions right now.

I lift her up on the counter and kiss her as I explore all that soft smooth skin I've been dreaming about touching for so long now. My hands slide up and down her thighs, coming close to her shorts but never inside them. I'm teasing her, making her want me. She already does but this is fun so I'm not going to stop. I raise a hand up to her breast, my thumb playing with her nipple as she softly moans.

I want to keep going but not here. I glance out the patio doors at the guest house.

"Let's go," I tell her.

Her eyes open. "Luke, we can't."

"Why? Who's going to know? Everyone's asleep. Nobody's going to check your room to see if you're there."

She chews on her lip. "I don't know. It seems too risky."

"Riskier than making out in the kitchen?"

"Is someone down here?" a voice asks from the other room.

"My dad!" Taylor whispers as she jumps off the counter.

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