Page 8 of Taurus
“It’s just dinner,” I say to myself, but I know it’s a lie. I’m wearing my best matching set of rosy lace bra and panties.
A girl doesn’t break out her best lingerie and shaves nearly everything below her waist if she doesn’t plan on showing it off.
My feelings for Jace have grown from neighbors to friends to hopefully something more. But I can’t be sure he feels the same way. I mean, I swear I catch him looking at me with something more than just friendship. His eyes darken with an intensity that makes me feel that my feelings for him aren't all one-sided.
“Dee?” I hear Jace call out from down the hall.
I take in a deep breath and check my lip gloss one more time in the mirror before I bolt from my room. I’m barely a few steps down the hallway before I collide with a hard body emerging from the kitchen doorway.
“Ooof," we both grunt, and Jace catches me as I bounce off his hard body before I hit the floor.
“Where’s the fire?” he laughs, glancing down and giving me the once over. His gaze darkens as it sweeps over the low plunge of my dress’s neckline, showcasing the deep swell of my cleavage.
I smile inwardly to myself. This dress seems to be doing exactly what I was hoping it would.
“I was just coming out to meet you,” I say.
Jace clears his throat and looks away, trying to pretend that he didn’t just check me out. “It smells good in here.”
I step past Jace in the narrow hallway, careful to press myself against him as I pass, but not enough that it’s obvious what I’m doing. The last thing I want to do is scare him off if he's not interested in anything more than just friendship with me.
“I just thought I’d make a special thank you meal for all the help you’ve given me with the website and my business.”
He follows me into the kitchen and leans against the counter as I finish preparing the meal.
“Can I help?” he asks.
I bend over and open the oven, glancing back over my shoulder at him and catching his gaze locked on my ass.
“You could help set the table,” I tell him as I pull out the roast and set it on top of the oven. I step over to the counter and reach for the cabinet above my head. Jace steps up behind me and puts his hand over mine to stop me.
“Tell me I’m not misreading the signs,” he whispers into my ear.
A shiver runs through me, and I lean back against the hard wall of his chest.
“You aren’t,” I breathe.
His hand moves slowly down my arm, making goosebumps appear in a trail after his touch. He grips my hips and pulls me against him. I can feel the distinct ridge of his hard cock, pressing against my ass.
“I want you, Cordelia,” he says before kissing the soft hollow of my neck, just below my ear.
Words are lost on me when his lips are touching my skin. I can only moan in pleasure as his hands explore my body, cupping my breasts in his strong hands. I turn my head, searching for his lips. The moment they touch, I’m consumed with my need for him. It’s been building since the moment I met him, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need to feel his strong arms wrapped around me. I need to feel him buried deep inside me.
Jace spins me around and lifts me as if I weigh nothing onto the counter, deepening our kiss. I crave the taste of him.
“I’ve thought about this moment almost since the moment I met you,” he says between kisses.
I gasp in anticipation when he glides his hands up my thighs and under my dress. His fingertips brushing over the lace of my panties and circling my sensitive clit. Not a moment is wasted as he pulls aside my panties and plunges into my slick and heated entrance.
"I want to see you come undone," he growls against my lips as he plunges his fingers deep inside me.
I ride his hand as he finger fucks me, holding onto his shoulders as my anchor to keep me from getting lost in the waves of pleasure rushing over me.
“I’m coming,” I moan, letting my orgasm consume me.
Jace doesn't let me fully come down from my high before he tugs the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, freeing my breasts. His hot mouth latches onto one sensitive peak and then the other, licking and sucking until I can’t take it anymore. I pull my arms free from the restraints of my dress straps and run my fingers into his thick hair, holding him close to me, wanting to feel more of him.
“I need you inside me,” I say, reaching down and tugging at the hem of his shirt.
