Page 86 of Charmed, I'm Sure
If I wasn’t already falling for the man, I sure as hell would be now.
My arms wrapped around his neck as he kicked the door closed with a resoundingboom.His hand fisted in my ponytail, a gentle burn of pain where the strands tugged against my scalp. The other was splayed across my lower back, anchoring me to him in the most delicious way. With one swift movement, he backed me against the wall with enough force that I gasped against his lips, his hips pressing into mine as he slid his hand down my side to hike my leg over his hip. A groan rumbled against my mouth as his fingers glided from the silk of my tights to the bare skin just above them.
I whined when he pulled his lips from mine, heat pooling low in my belly as his gaze roamed over my body. It felt like his eyes were touching me, caressing every inch of skin until they settled on where his fingers gripped my thigh.
“Fucking hell, sunshine,” he ground out, his hold tightening. His thumb brushed just beneath the band of my stockings, and even with his head tilted down, the smirk curling his lips was unmistakable. “You are a walking temptation, Magnolia Bellevue.”
The intensity in his eyes when he looked back up made my knees weak. If he didn’t have me pressed against the wall, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
“One I fully intend to indulge in.”
Mother, Maiden, and Crone, give me strength.
This wasn’t how I thought my night would go, but Blessed Mother, I was grateful I’d picked this outfit. It wasn’t anything special—a maroon corduroy dress layered over an ivory turtleneck—but I’d paired it with black thigh-high stockings instead of tights. I hated the way full stockings sagged by the end of the night, but apparently, my fashion annoyance was a blessing in disguise. The heat in his eyes could have melted the iceberg that sank the Titanic.
If this were a movie, there’d be some sultry song playing in the background, likePlay With FireorYou Put a Spell on Me.But this wasn’t a movie. This was real, and my brain was still catching up to the fact that I’d gone from loathing this man to craving him pressed between my thighs.
The only thing grounding me was the solid weight of Taylor’s body against mine.
“Bed,” I panted as his lips blazed a path from my mouth to my jaw. I’d let him take me against the Mother-damned wall—maybe one day he would—but right now, I needed to feel his weight on top of me, his skin against mine.
Taylor’s eyes locked with mine, and he slowly lowered my leg to the floor before sliding his hand back to my waist. The glow from the porch lights streaming through the windows illuminated his face, catching the sapphire blue of his eyes like moonlight on the ocean.
I may have been a witch, but the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was the one under a spell.
Suddenly, the inches between us were unbearable.
On second thought, the wall was fine.
I cupped his cheeks and pulled him back down to me. Our lips collided, fierce and desperate, tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. Clothes were tugged and discarded as Taylor backed us out of the foyer. We paused only long enough for me to pull his sweater over his head and toss it aside.
Our movements were hasty and clumsy. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he worked to undo my dress. It slid from my shoulders, catching on my boots and nearly tripping me.
This was an accident waiting to happen.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when Taylor stumbled, pulling me down with him. I yelped as we tumbled to the floor, landing in a tangle of limbs.
A loud crash followed, and our eyes snapped to a pile of toppled boxes beside us. Silence stretched for a beat before laughter spilled out of both of us.
“When I imagined you on top of me, cher, this wasn’t what I had in mind,” he teased, grinning up at me.
“Taylor!” I swatted his chest.
When I tried to climb off, his arms tightened around my waist, his smile turning wicked. “I’m not complaining, sunshine.”
“I am. Your house is a hazard, Hallows.”
I shifted in his hold, and he loosened his grip just enough for me to sit up. That turned out to be a mistake, as it left me acutely aware of every inch of him pressed against me.
It also gave him a very clear view of the most intimate parts of me.
Heat flushed my cheeks as his gaze drifted to the thin strip of cotton between my legs. A thrill raced down my spine as his hands skimmed down to bare skin before squeezing. The heat that had dimmed moments ago reignited into a roaring flame.
Was I nervous? Hell, yes. It had been embarrassingly long since I’d been with anyone other than my handy-dandy vibrator, Vib-ritzio. Yes, I named it. Don’t judge me. Not to mention, most of my partners hadn’t exactly prioritized my pleasure. There had been a handful of moments where I’d reached the finish line, but those were the exception, not the rule.
But the way Taylor was looking at me? I had a distinct feeling that wouldn’t be the case this time. Those nervous little caterpillars in my stomach transformed into fluttering, anticipatory butterflies.
Taylor’s grip tightened as I shifted over him. Feeling emboldened, I rocked forward slightly, a delicious zing sparking through me at the friction against my clit.
