Page 37 of Tailored for Them

“Glad I could be the first to share that age-old wisdom with you.”

I laughed again, “Age-old? Is that what our ancestors said? Hydrate or die-drate?”

Taylor shrugged, before biting their lip and asking, “Nicole?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have you now?”

My cheeks flamed at that question.

Something hot burned in my lower belly from their words. My heart stopped in my chest and rapidly took off again. I wiped my hands on my own jeans, a looser fit than what Taylor wore, before I nodded.

“Are you sure?” Taylor asked. They turned their lips down in concern as they stepped closer to me, “Was that too forward of me? I’m sorry. You look nervous now. Do you want to do something else instead?” I had to hand it to them. They sounded genuine. As if I could say, “Actually, I want to watch all the extended versions of Lord of the Rings instead. That cool with you?” And they would probably respond with, “Sure, let me pop the popcorn.” And it would be a normal turn of events.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

“You do make me nervous, but in an exciting way.” I tucked my lips between my teeth, “I’m not used to such…directness.”

Taylor’s dark eyebrows twitched a little as they stepped closer. They held my eyes with theirs as they slowly looped their index fingers through my belt loops and tugged me closer to them.

“Let me know if I’m ever too blunt, okay?” Taylor’s voice got quieter. Softer. Gentle.

“Okay.” I nodded before resting my fingertips on their forearms. I slowly traced my fingers up toward their elbows, the outside of their biceps, before I slid a few inches up their shirt sleeves, “Also, yes.”

“Yes?” Taylor asked, tugging me closer. Our jeans were flush together now. Their fingers looped on my beltloops, trapped between us.

“You—” I cleared my throat, “You can have me now.”

Taylor smiled, wide and stunning.

Wordlessly, they released one of my beltloops but tugged me to follow them through their apartment with the other. Leading us toward their bedroom. I tried to take in as much of their bedroom as I could. Burnt orange comforter, wicker bedframe—unexpected, but it looked good. A clean wooden dresser with a lava lamp on it. No dust on their side tables. Sconces on either side of the bed.

Their calloused hand palmed my neck, dragging up toward my cheek to get me to look at them again. Their septum piercing glinted in the dim light of their room as they smirked at me.

I felt entranced by them. Like they could ask me to do whatever they wanted, and I would happily oblige. Something about them just…warmed me. I was nervous, a little awkward and stiff at first, but as soon as their lips pressed against mine again and they sighed, I felt my body respond similarly.

Kissing Taylor Desmond felt like finally filling your lungs with air. Like swallowing a mouthful of water after rationing. Kissing them felt like I was finally getting what Ineeded.

“I’ve needed this,” Taylor murmured against me, as if they were inside my mind, “I missed you, Nicole.”

I smiled against their lips, nipping their bottom lip with a confidence only they have been able to pull from me lately.

“I can’t believe it’s not just me,” I whispered against their skin.

Taylor groaned before gently pushing me onto their mattress. The details of their bedroom were forgotten. All I could see was Taylor.

Their dark blue eyes were hooded and glassy and hypnotizing as they unbuttoned their jeans and pushed them down their strong and toned legs.

Taylor’s dark hair flopped over their forehead, and they reached to undo mine and tug them off my softer legs.

“This okay?” Taylor asked, dragging their palms up my legs. Their eyes dropped to where I was aching for them.

“Yes. Please.” I replied.

With a kiss on my thigh, they reminded me how easy it was for them to get me off. I wondered if the first time we got together was a fluke. A rarity. A result of being celibate for too long. But no, because they had just gotten off over a week ago, and I had gotten myself off every day since then—includingthis morning, but they were about to get me off within minutesagain.

Their fingers were the perfect combination of gentle and teasing. When they lowered their lips to my center, I cried out.

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