Page 51 of Swept Up In You

Fuck it.

She sat up, stopping inches from Taylor’s face. She could feel the heat coming off Taylor, her breath on her face. All fresh toothpaste and, well,Taylor. She heard her swallow, and caught the glint of her eyes off of the stars above, staring at her. Unmoving. Waiting. This was her move. Sam was in control.

And it feltgood.

Slowly, she came up to trace her fingertips across Taylor’s bottom lip. Taylor’s tongue darted out, chasing the movement. Still, she waited. Sam moved her fingers up along the edge of her jaw, tracing the shell of her ear and finally pushing her hand into that hair. God, she’d thought about doing that so many times.

She grabbed a fistful—still slow—pulling slightly, eliciting a groan from Taylor.

“You’re killing me,” Taylor muttered into the silence.

Sam bit down on a smile, trying to keep her breathing even as she concentrated on drawing this out as long as she possibly could. Running with this energy. If Taylor felt anywhere near as turned on as Sam felt right now, then it was mission accomplished.

She drew her hand back slowly, curling her fingers around Taylor’s neck before drawing them along her collarbone, playing at the edge of her shirt. Not taking her eyes off her, she edged forward, finally pressing her lips to Taylor’s, making them both moan.

Finally, Taylor set into action, her hands coming up to cup Sam’s face—gentle and firm all at once. She loved it. And boy, could she kiss. The kind that made her eyes roll back. Thekind Sam read about in her guilty pleasure romance novels. It couldn’t be real. It feltthat good.

Things ramped up as Taylor pushed at her shoulders until Sam fell back onto the bed. Taylor held herself above Sam, an arm either side of her face, her hazel eyes burning with pure want. Seeing Taylor over her as she waited, trying to restrain herself… it was so incredibly hot. Hotter than any time she’d been with a guy—and they’d barely even touched!

Taylor leaned down into the kiss, still holding herself up, away from Sam. The space between them was too much. Sam reached up and pulled Taylor on top of her. She landed with a grunt and a smile, not letting it interrupt their rhythm.

True to her word, Taylor kept things completely PG. While limbs entwined and their breathing grew heavy, Taylor’s hands remained on the outside of Sam’s clothes. It was enough… and nowhere near enough all at once. Sam was heady with everything that was Taylor. Her touch, her taste, her smell. She was completely enraptured.

After making out for what felt like hours, things naturally slowed down. They finally drifted off at some point, with Taylor wrapped around Sam in the best way. She could still feel the ghost of touches all over her, a brush against her clavicle, a tease of fingertips across her stomach. She smiled, snuggling into Taylor’s embrace even further. She listened as Taylor’s breathing evened out, her own eyes closing not long after.

She’d never had a better sleep in her life.

Their morning had been a rush for both of them to get back and ready for work. Sam had hoped for a slow wake up, with more cuddles and definitely more kissing. She would’ve settledfor at leasttalkingabout last night. Instead, from the moment Taylor’s alarm had jolted them awake, it had been a sprint to get themselves into gear and sail back.

While they may not have talked yet, she had appreciated the view of Taylor sitting in the cockpit while she guided them through the gentle waters and into the marina. They’d shared a few sneaky glances and shy smiles on the way back, the sunrise bringing back Sam’s nerves in the new light of day.

Taylor had at least given her a chaste kiss before dashing off down the pontoon to get home to Belle, and hopefully get to her first job on time.

Now, it was already afternoon and Sam sat staring at the computer, no idea what was actually on the screen in front of her.

After last night, all she could think about was Taylor.

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

She couldn’t believe she’d kissed her. And it wasn’t a dream.

It was…

How do you describe a moment that turns your entire perspective on life upside down?

That kiss waseverything.

She’d been happily living her life, content with most things. She thought she knew herself, knew what she liked. And now, everything had been turned on its head.

What did this mean now? For her? For Taylor? Question upon question unravelled itself, rolling through her mind like a song playing on repeat.

She knew there was something about Taylor that drew her in, but she hadn’t imagined herself actually taking that next step. The softest press. Too light and too overwhelming all at once. A jolt fired low in her belly at the memory.

She brought her fingers to her lips.

At least one thing could be certain—she wanted to kiss Taylor again.Neededto kiss her again. Maybe then she’d have the answers she so desperately sought.

Chapter Nineteen

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