Page 30 of Loving Taylor
Chapter Nine
My tongue dartedinto her mouth, loving the familiar taste of her. My hands gripped her butt and she wrapped her arms around my neck. This was what I wanted: to bury myself so deep into her that nothing else mattered.
My lip ring pressed into her lip and she shivered. I loved that I could make her react like this. Her body responded to mine like it remembered our night together. I didn't even allow myself to even consider the thought that she might have already slept with Caleb. Just the thought was enough for me to see red.
No. If it had taken her this long to lose her virginity, would she have moved on so quickly?
I lifted her off her feet and her legs wrapped around my hips, pressing her body against mine. She fit perfectly against me, like she'd been made for me. My hands dug into her, keeping her tightly against me before I set her down on the bathroom vanity. My mind was already racing ahead on how I would take her and make her groan my name.
My hands cradled her face as I kissed her hungrily, letting her know with my actions how much I wanted her. And then she pulled her lips from mine, breaking the spell I had been under. I rested my forehead against hers while I tried to even my breathing.
"I can't," she whispered, shaking her head. It felt like someone had punched me in the chest. I reeled from the feeling of rejection I hadn't been prepared for.
As I studied her, I pulled away. I should have known I wouldn't be enough compared to the preppy guy she had waiting downstairs for her. I wanted to argue that if she was here kissing me like she had just moments before, she couldn't really be serious about Caleb. Surely it was as simple as that.
I put my hands on the vanity on either side of her as I waited for her to explain, not sure I could cope with it. Inside I felt raw, vulnerable and fearful that she had the power to hurt me.
It was another reason I had always kept girls to one-night stands because it meant there were no emotions, no expectations and it didn't leave me vulnerable. Exactly the way I was feeling now, staring into her eyes.
"Why?" I asked, flickering a gaze to her lips. I wanted to kiss her again and finish what we had started.
"Caleb," she answered. It was like a cold bucket of water over me extinguishing the heat I had felt for her.
The anger ignited inside of me. Anger at her and myself for allowing myself to get into a situation where I was open to it. If I had kept to my usual plan we wouldn't be here right now. No, I would have been screwing the redhead, already craving the rush and peace it would momentarily give me.
I clenched my jaw as I worked myself though my anger.
"You can't deny what's between us," I told her, crossing my arms.
If she was really into Caleb, she wouldn't have responded to me the way she had. Then it occurred to me. He was rich and handsome. He was the type of guy who could give her the type of future she deserved.
To her I was just some bad boy covered in tattoos with some piercings who only looked for a good time briefly with multiple girls. I wasn't exactly relationship-material. I was the one-night-stand king.
"I'm not." I wanted to believe her but I didn't.
She hopped off the counter and I stepped backward, keeping her at a distance.
"It's just—"
"What is it?" I asked, feeling the hurt squeeze my lungs and burn my throat. "Yeah, don't worry, I get it."
Her rejection was a reminder of what I had been wrestling with for most of my life. Feeling inadequate. I hadn't been good enough for my mother to love me, I hadn't been good enough for my father to want me and now I wasn't good enough for her.
Needing to get as far away from her as I could, I reached to open the door and she stopped me. Turning my attention back to her, I sneered at her.
"Don't worry, I get it. You prefer the preppy, rich guys," I told her angrily, pulling my wrist free.
She didn't deny it. Instead she looked speechless as I walked out.
There was only one action on my mind when I descended the stairs and searched the room for the girl who had been flirting with me earlier. I wanted to find another girl to help ease the burning hurt I was feeling and to show Taylor she was just another girl in a long line of them. It would also lessen the ache I was feeling in the middle of my chest.
Just as I made it down the stairs, a girl who had tried to flirt with me earlier stepped into my path. The seductive look she gave me left me with no doubt that she was up for anything I wanted.
There was no need for words as I reached for her and she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed me. There was no spark, I could have been kissing my sister for all the response I was feeling, but I was determined to give Taylor the message that she was dispensable like all the other girls before her.
As I kissed the girl, out of the corner of my eye I saw Taylor descend the stairs. The moment she spotted me, I felt the heat of her gaze. She hesitated as she watched us for a few more seconds before she rejoined her group.
From the surprised look in her eyes, she had received my message loud and clear. I couldn't stop watching her from the corner of my gaze while she took a drink from Jordan and sipped it quietly.
