Page 148 of Forgotten Comeback
Taylor’s the bravest woman I’ve ever met, and yet at the mention of making love, she looks terrified.
“Unless you’re chicken.” Shifting to my knees, I flap my wings. “Buck-buck-buck.”
That gets the flames stoked in her beautiful jade eyes.
This is who I am, a simp creating odes to Taylor McKenna’s fucking eyes.
And I’m okay with that.
“Let me show you how much I love you.” My voice is nothing but a rumble as I trail my lips down the column of her neck. Her pulse is visibly pounding, and I give it a gentle kiss. “You’re nervous.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her body trembling.
“Hell, I’m nervous, because I sure as shit don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit, pressing soft kisses beneath her ear. “But let me try.”
Taylor
The most confident man I’ve ever met is nervous, and that makes me feel a tiny bit better about my heart pounding out of my chest.
Time stills as Gavin kisses me.
Kisses me until I don’t know where my lips end and his begin.
Kisses me until I’ve nearly melted into a puddle on the bed.
Kisses me until I want to crawl into his skin.
From his guttural moan against my lips, maybe it’s him who wants to crawl into mine. “Are we even capable of making love?” His entire body vibrates with need, a coil wound too tightly. “You’re gasoline, and I’m the damn match.”
Flames lick between my thighs, but I beg him, “Don’t strike it yet, and let’s find out.”
He begins the slow grind of his hips, the crown of his dick kissing my clit on each roll.
I’m so turned on I couldn’t tell you my own name.
“Taylor,” he groans against my lips.
Right, that’s my name.
“Baby, I can’t take any more.” He grits. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.” My heartbeat throbs violently between my legs. That’s exactly what I need.
Holding his weight off of me, he looks down to where he’s spreading me open.
Slowly, inch by delicious inch.
My eyes roll back in my head when his pelvis becomes flush with mine.
This time, we don’t fuck like we’re trying to break the bed frame.
He rolls his hips, slow and steady.
A pause, and a sweet kiss.
Another roll of the hips.
Another pause, and another sweet kiss.
