Page 109 of Loving Taylor
I looked at Taylor. She was smiling and I liked that I was the reason why.
"I see you guys have sorted things out," he observed.
I gave him a nod. "Thanks."
If he hadn't allowed me to see her, I wasn't sure we could have sorted things out.
"You're welcome."
"I'll see you soon," I told her and she left with Matthew.
Half an hour later I was knocking on the door of her apartment. Matthew let me in and Taylor took my hand to lead me to her room.
I closed the door and leaned against it, taking in the sight of the way she was looking at me. I was sure I was looking at her the same way.
"I think you have way too many clothes on." I moved closer and she gave me a seductive smile that made my heart stutter.
"Really?" she teased. "What if I'm cold?"
"Then I'll keep you warm." I pulled her to me.
I kissed her softly, wanting to savor what I was feeling. I was hot for her but it wasn't just a physical thing. I could recognize that now.
"I've missed you," I felt compelled to tell her while staring into her glittery blue eyes.
"I missed you too. I can't help feeling that if I'd just let you explain, we would've been able to sort things out sooner."
I didn't want to spend time on something that we couldn't change. It was just wasting energy.
"Let's not think about that. All that matters is that we have sorted everything out now and we're together." I kissed her, hoping to make it impossible for her to think about that.
To kiss her, feel her and know that it was where I belonged was a feeling I was becoming addicted to.
We undressed slowly, taking our time. It was like I was seeing her for the first time and I didn't want to rush it.
As she lay on the edge of the bed, I worked her up, wanting to hear her moan and gasp as my tongue flicked against her. Her hands tugged at my hair as I made her shatter.
She was still riding the wave of pleasure when I reached for a condom. I wanted to be inside of her so badly. She reached for me when I aligned my body with hers. She was more than ready when I entered her.
Sex had always been good but what I shared with Taylor was something so much more. I knew it was because the feelings we felt for each other intensified what we felt physically.
I moved in and out of her, covering her mouth with mine as she gasped. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust and I strained against her. My strokes became faster and deeper, needing only what she could give me.
She gasped when I moved into her faster. I was nearly there, feeling the initial tightening of my body.
"You feel so good," I whispered, barely holding on. And the moment she trembled and gasped with her second orgasm, I allowed myself to seek my own release.
I thrust as deeply as I could, bringing my body flush with hers, and my body tensed when I came. Holding my weight off her by my elbows, I kissed her forehead and then rolled off her so I could get rid of the condom.
When I returned, I slid beside her into the bed.
My body still thrummed from our physical act and my heart filled with emotions that were difficult to decipher. All I knew was she mattered more than anyone. The depth of what I was experiencing took my breath away and scared me a little. But it was only a momentary fear that passed when I looked at her.
"I love you," she said, softly searching my eyes. Was she expecting me to say the same?
It felt like a vise tightening around my insides. My feelings for her were stronger than anything I had ever felt for a girl but I didn't know if it was love.
I remembered how much my mother had 'loved' my father and how much he had 'loved' her until he had found out she was pregnant with me. To me it was a destructive force that ripped people’s lives apart. It hadn't been love, it had been lust.
