Page 105 of Anyone But Her

Chapter Twenty

Luke

Noah insisted on taking Taylor home, which pissed me off. But she's his date, not mine, so I had to pretend to be okay with it. This whole night has been strange. Pretending to be Birdie's date while Taylor is on a date with someone else? I hated it, except for the part where Taylor texted me for a secret make-out session in the alley. That was hot. I'll be thinking about that later tonight when I'm in bed all alone, wishing she were with me.

A text pops up on my phone from Taylor. I'm home.

How was it? Did he ask you out again?

He didn't have a chance. I told him I wasn't interested.

Was he mad?

No. He didn't seem that interested in me either.

That's impossible. You're amazing.

You're sweet. I think he might've liked Birdie. I think he was flirting with her.

Really? I guess I missed that.

What are you doing now?

Nothing. I'll probably just go to sleep.

Me too. I'm tired.

I was hoping she'd say she'd sneak over to the guest house to see me but that'd be too risky with her parents home. I'm really getting tired of this. I want to be with her and stop sneaking around and lying and having to hide how we feel about each other.

Goodnight, Luke, she texts.

Goodnight. I miss you. I wish you could be beside me tonight.

Looking at the main house I see her light turn off. I strip down to my boxer briefs and get in bed, still thinking about Taylor and me in the alley. It sucks that we have to go to some dark, dirty alley just to kiss. Will we ever get to be together without having to sneak around?

A few hours later I wake up when I hear a noise. It sounds like someone's trying to open the door. Shit, is someone trying to break in?

"Who is it?" I yell.

"It's me." I hear Taylor's voice and relax. "You need to be quiet," she whispers as she gently shuts the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." She crawls up on the bed and sneaks under the covers. "You said you missed me."

A huge smile crosses my face. "I did." I pull her body to mine and kiss her. "Please tell me this isn't a dream."

"It's not." She runs her hand down my bare chest and my already hard cock stiffens even more.

"Taylor, I love having you here but having you in my bed is..." How do I finish that thought without sounding like a jerk who can't control himself? I'm trying to, I really am, but I've wanted her for so long and now she's here in my arms, in my bed, and I want her.

"I say we let whatever's going to happen happen." She sits up and slips off her tank top, then lowers back down beside me, pressing her warm body against mine. Then she whispers in my ear, "I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about you here in bed and..." Her words stop as she slowly moves, positioning herself on top of me. I feel her warm breath by my ear as she presses into my crotch. Holy freakin' shit, I've never been this turned on in my life.

"I want you," I groan as I cup her ass and hold her against me, letting her feel how much I want her.

"Then take me," she says in a teasing tone.

I bring her mouth to mine and kiss her. Not soft, start-up kisses. We're well beyond that. These are deep, sexy, I-want-you-now kisses. My hands tug at her pajama shorts and she lifts up so I can yank them off. And then all I feel is skin. Her soft, warm, beautiful skin. I flip her onto her back, my hands moving over her curves as my mouth teases her in places that make her breath catch, make her moan, make her beg for more.

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