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“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, moving closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry... It’s stupid... It’s just that’s not the normal reaction I get when people see my art.”

“Then, you’re not showing it to the right people,” he said as he wiped another tear away. “This is incredible. You’re incredible.”

They both took a deep breath. Sometimes, in life, moments came along. Moments that felt like they had the power to change everything. That is what this moment felt like. This moment should terrify him because he had his life set up just how he liked it.

Adding a relationship would be tricky, but Alice was the sun he needed. Maybe a relationship with her would make his life better and not be another thing he had to hold together when everything else in life demanded his focus.

He’d had one long-term relationship when he first moved to Glendale, and they had been together for almost one year, but hedisappointed her. He hated disappointing people, but he found he did it more than he cared to think about. The idea he might disappoint Alice and make her cry tore at his heart, but in this moment, he had the power to reverse it.

He leaned over and pressed a short but meaningful kiss on her lips. “I mean it, Alice. This is incredible. I’m so glad I ended up here with you over these past few days.”

He wanted to say more. He needed to say more, but all the words got caught in his throat and wouldn’t come out. He would show her.

He picked up the remote and turned off the TV, leaving them alone in the glow of the Christmas tree with holiday music playing softly in the background. He moved closer to her and pulled her soft body against him and kissed her.

This was not a quick kiss they had just shared. No, this was a slow, life-changing kiss. A kiss that was telling her that she was important to him. That he had never felt like this before. That she was a gift.

She moaned and pulled him closer as she opened her mouth, and he deepened the kiss. Her hands slipped under his T-shirt and lightly scratched his back. Then her hand pulled him close, and he needed her closer he pulled her over her until she was straddling him.

She broke the kiss and straightened. His hands ran up and down her thighs, grasping at her hips. He needed her. She pulled at the hem of her soft long-sleeve purple top and brought it over her head. He gripped her hips tight as he took her in. She was perfect.

He reached his head up and sucked a nipple into his mouth as his other hand moved from her hip to her other breast, and he squeezed it, enjoying how it was too big for one hand and spilled out of his grasp. That thought had him hard as a fucking rock. Helightly closed his teeth around the nipple in his mouth, and she gasped and grinded her hips on his hard cock.

He groaned and moved them both on the couch. Her back in the back of the couch with a soft huff as he moved to kneel between her legs on the floor. He pulled at the waistband of her pants, and she shifted her wait as he pulled them off.

He sat back and looked at her soft naked body, then at her face. She was flushed and needy and perfect.

Pushing her legs out wide, he smiled at her glistening pink pussy, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss to her slit. His need grew as she writhed and sighed at the kiss. He opened his mouth, slipped his tongue in between her lips, and continued to kiss her perfect pussy.

“Oh my god, Taylor,” she cried out.

He wrapped his arms under her legs, pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, and settled one of her legs over his shoulder, then slowly licked her from entrance all the way up to the bud of her clit. He continued to work her. Slow, deliberate licks from her center to her clit. Back to her entrance, letting his tongue toy with her entrance before plunging it inside of her and her musky taste on his tongue.

Her hands found his hair, and she began to grind her hips. His nose bumped her clit as she grinded.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she cried out.

He loved how responsive she was, that she seemed to be just as desperate with the need for him as he was for her. The thought should scare him that he loved her—surely, it was lust drunk with his head between her legs, but it was there just the same. He decided not to fight it because... well, because his head was between her legs, and that was all the reason he needed.

Sweeping his tongue up, he flicked her clit and sucked on it. He alternated between those techniques while she writhed andmoaned on the couch. If he would’ve touched his dick right then, he would’ve exploded. The thought did cross his mind, but this was about her. He needed her to come so he could take her upstairs and finish what he had started.

Then her grip on his hair tightened, and her thighs closed around the side of his head and back arched off the couch. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her climax rippled through her. Taylor stayed right there between her legs, feeding her pleasure until her body went limp against the cushions.

Taylor sat back on his haunches, and pride filled his chest as she lay there, sated and panting. He did that, and it felt damn good. She looked like a dream laid out on the couch before him in the light of the Christmas tree.

Fuck, maybe he did love her. He had never felt like this about anyone before. It was a mix of wanting to protect her and take care of her but also fuck her hard until she screamed his name... Yeah, he had never experienced anything quite like this.

There was only one thing to do.

“Should we move this upstairs?”

“Yeah,” she said, still panting.

He stood and pulled her to standing, but before they made their way to the stairs, he pulled her close and kissed her. His hands roamed her naked body as he held her against him, still fully clothed. Ready to get lost in the feel of her skin against his, he wanted to drown in the sensation of this beautiful woman.

He broke the kiss but stayed close and rested his forehead against hers. The satisfied hum that came from her did it. He was done waiting.

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