Page 42 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“I’m not friends with them, Magnolia. I haven’t been in a long time. And if those are your only concerns, then…" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes flicked down to my mouth.
“Then what?” I breathed.
“Then I don’t see how this could be a bad idea.”
“Oh, there are many reasons this could be a bad idea.” Did I mean to rise up on my toes? No, not really. But he was like a planet, pulling me toward him with gravitational force.
“Care to share them?”
“Not right now.”
Taylor
When Magnolia’s lips met mine, I didn’t know how to react. Had I wanted her to kiss me?Was the sky blue?I’d thought of little else since Halloween. But it had taken me by surprise, so it took me a moment to get my bearings—which had evidently been a second too long because she began to pull away.
Not wanting—or willing—to let the moment end, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed her into the counter behind her. She melted against me, her arms snaking up my chest to wrap around my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Everything about her was intoxicating: the way she smelled, the way she felt beneath my hands, and the feel of her lips on mine. But when I swept my tongue across the seam of her lips and she moaned? Good lord. That one little sound vibrated against my lips and down into my groin.
Running my hands down her sides, I hooked them beneath her thighs and lifted her onto the counter surface. Her gasp was silenced by my mouth, and she widened her legs enough for me to step between them.
Kissing Magnolia Bellevue was like burning alive and breathing fresh spring air, all wrapped into one. Her touch ignited every fiber of my being, but the little sounds she made? God, the crimes I would commit to hear those over and over again.
Our kiss slowed to a languid tangle of tongues as her hands slowly slid down my frame, wrapping around my back like she was mapping every inch of my torso. Desperate to do the same, I fingered the hem of her t-shirt and pulled away enough to rest my forehead against hers.
Breath ragged and coming in low pants, she asked, “Why’d you stop?”
“Because as much as I want to touch you, I’m not going to do it without your explicit permission.”
“Oh,” she squeaked. “I should have done that, too.” Her hands shifted against my waist, but before she could remove them, I wrapped her wrists in my own, holding them in place.
“You can touch me anywhere you want to, cher.” Her breath hitched, and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. Relinquishing my hold, I moved to wrap my hand around the side of her neck. Running my thumb along her jawline, I tilted her face up until those aqua eyes locked onto mine. God, she was breathtaking. Even in the dim light, her eyes sparkled; the little flecks of gold in her irises putting all the glitter of Mardi Gras to shame. “May I?”
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes flicked between mine as she gave me a breathless nod.
“You sure, baby? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to keeping my hands to myself if you let me.”
“Oh, good god, Taylor. Just fucking touch me.”
I melded my mouth to hers, tightening my hold on her neck as I pulled her closer. When I broke away again, her disgruntled groan was music to my ears.
“Stop doing that,” she whined, wrapping her legs around my hips, her feet digging into my ass as she attempted to pull me to her.
“You’re awful bratty, you know that?”
“There’s one surefire way to shut me up, you know?”
“Point taken.” As I reclaimed her mouth, I slipped my hands beneath the hem of her still-damp shirt. My groan was swallowed by her lips as my hand met skin softer than velvet and smoother than silk. I wanted to take my time, to map out every inch of her, commit every freckle that dotted her cheeks to memory, and find what made her writhe or gasp.
I wanted to make hermine, and if the way her head dropped back as I trailed my lips across her jaw was any indication, it seemed I was well on my way.
Her hands found my biceps, her grip tightening as my hands moved north, pulling her shirt up with every inch I traversed.
“Taylor,” she gasped as I sucked the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met.
“What do you need, sunshine? Tell me what you want.”
“More. I need… I needmore.”
Rotating my hands to slide up her back, my head fell to her shoulder with a groan. “Magnolia,” I growled against her skin.
