Page 94 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Taylor—”
“Nope. You’re listening right now.”
Her lips snapped shut, and I suppressed a laugh.
“Mags, I told you I wanted to know everything about you. That includes this. You’re awe-inspiring, beautiful, brilliant, and one hell of a baker. None of that changes just because I know you’ve got a little magic.”
“It’s more than a little,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Oh, good. We’ve moved on to humble bragging. That’s a positive sign.”
Magnolia let out a small chuckle, wiping her cheeks. “Just setting expectations, cowboy. But seriously, if you don’t want to—”
“Mags, don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”
“I’m being serious. Being with me before you knew was going to be hard enough, but now that you know what I am—what my aunt and sisters are—it adds another level of difficulty.”
Placing my hands on the counter beside her thighs, I leaned in until our noses nearly touched. “Sunshine, what I said last night hasn’t changed. I’m in this. For all the ups, downs, and mystical.” I punctuated the word with a dramatic wiggle of my fingers, earning a smile that hit me square in the chest. “Should I prove it to you?”
She raised a skeptical brow as I took a half-step back, sliding my hands down her thighs to her knees.
“Taylor, what are you doing?”
“Proving it.” With a gentle tug, I brought her to the edge of the counter and nudged her legs apart. A flash of pink lace caught my attention, and my pulse quickened. “Where did those come from?” I asked, running my thumb over the delicate fabric in slow, teasing circles.
Her voice hitched as she replied, “My purse. I… ran out to the car and grabbed it this morning.”
I stilled, my thumb pressed against her. “You keep panties in your purse?”
Her sharp, blue eyes met mine. “You never know when you’ll need fresh undies, Dr. Hallows.”
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble, cher.” Resuming the gentle strokes she loved, I reveled in the soft moan that escaped her lips.
“Maybe I like trouble.”
“I know you do.”
Without waiting for a response, I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue over the lace, savoring the taste of her even through the thin fabric. Her sharp intake of breath spurred me on as I slid her panties aside and pressed a finger into her slick heat.
Her head fell back, and she groaned my name.
I paused, glancing up at her flushed face. “You wouldn’t happen to have more stashed in your purse, would you?”
“What? No, why?” she panted, her eyes hazy with need.
“Pity.” Hooking my finger into the lace, I grinned.
“Taylor,” she warned, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare.”
“They have to come off, cher.”
“Then take them off!”
I was rendered stupid as I watched her pull my button-up higher on her body. I’d seen her completely bare before me not even twelve hours ago, and somehow, seeing her skin kissed by the late morning glow was so much better. It wrapped around her in a halo of golden light, accentuating every line and curve of her body that she exposed. The sharp dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. The delicate line of her nose, and the full fan of her lashes when she turned her head just so…
“Are you going to help me?” she asked as she wriggled on the counter, trying to shimmy her panties off without getting down.
“I don’t know, cher. I’m kind of enjoying the view.” I waggled my brows, and she cocked hers in response Smirking, I replaced her hands on the waistband. “Lean back and lift your hips for me.”
