Page 90 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“More. You. I—”
His lips silenced me, swallowing my moan as he slipped another finger inside and quickened his pace. Three fingers stretched me, filling me so completely I could hardly think.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Magnolia.”
The sound of his voice—dark and velvety as he said my name—pushed me over the edge. My climax hit like a wave, my body clenching around him as he wrung every drop from me like it was his damn job. His tongue tangled with mine, his touch unrelenting until my muscles gave out and I melted into the bed.
Taylor withdrew his fingers, and I watched, wide-eyed, as he slipped them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Fuck, you taste good. But as much as I want to fuck you with my tongue, I need to be inside you.”
Say less, sir.
I reached for the button on his slacks, but he caught my wrist, pinning it above my head. His lips brushed mine briefly before he pulled back.
“Baby, if you touch me right now, I’m going to blow,” he said with a soft laugh, kissing me again.
When Taylor pulled away, he climbed off the bed, taking me with him until we were both standing at its edge. His heated gaze swept over my body, making me feel deliciously exposed. Backing up a step, he gave me a playful smirk.
“Take it off, cher. Let me see you.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I countered, lifting my chin.
His brow quirked as he moved to unbutton his slacks, his movements slow and deliberate. When he pushed them down, my jaw nearly hit the floor. His cock was fully hard, standing at attention like it was pointing straight at me—a goddamn homing beacon.
“Your turn, sunshine.”
I froze. It wasn’t absurdly big like the exaggerated heroes in Maddie’s romance novels, but it was enough to make my pulse quicken.
“Mags,” Taylor said, taking a step closer.
“That… what…no.” My words tumbled out in incoherent fragments, and I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Where the hell have you been hidingthat?”
Good lord, would my filter ever work around this man?
His low chuckle sent heat straight to my core. “See something you like, cher?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes.
“Like? Yeah. Slightly intimidated by the anaconda you’ve been hiding in your pants? Also, yeah.”
“That mouth.” He shook his head with a grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
Deft fingers unclasped my bra, and it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. My hands skimmed over his chest and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as he lifted me with ease. This time, instead of gently laying me on the bed, he tossed me onto it. A startled squeak escaped me before he grabbed my ankle, dragging me closer until I was at the edge.
With a deliberate slowness, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but thigh-high stockings.
“Fucking hell, Mags. You’re sexy as sin.”
“I don’t think sin is supposed to be sexy,” I teased, my voice breathy.
His hands traced up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Do you have a favorite position, cher?”
Who does what now?
The question threw me off balance, heat rushing to my cheeks. My gaze darted to his hand as he gripped his cock, stroking himself with lazy confidence.
“Magnolia,” he drew out my name, his voice a sinful caress. Crawling over me, he kissed a line down my collarbone, slipping his fingers back into my center. Every nerve in my body lit up at his touch. “I know you have one. I can see it written all over your beautiful face.”
My breath hitched, and I forced myself to answer. “It’s called the flatiron.”
When I peeked up at him, his wide eyes made me backpedal. “But I’m not picky! Anything is fine—”
