Page 62 of Take Care, Taylor
Avoiding his gaze, I reached for my doorknob like it was a lifeline.
Before I could twist it, Taylor grabbed my elbow and pulled me away and into his room.
Peeling off his shirt, he gave me an up-close view of his six-pack abs, then he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Without saying a word, he unhooked my bra and pressed his mouth against mine.
The air between us still smelled like rain—charged, restless, like it knew what was about to happen.
I melted into him without hesitation.
Grabbing my hands, he silently commanded me to unbutton his jeans.
I obliged, and he pushed them down to the floor with his briefs.
He kissed his way down my neck. His hands gripped my hips as my breathing slowed, and he reached down and tore off my panties.
He gently grabbed my curls and pulled them into a messy knot atop my head. He felt completely in control—I just wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.
Staring into my eyes, he pulled me over to his bed and laid me against the mattress.
His kisses came harder, faster, and my body trembled in anticipation as his thigh brushed mine.
He leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, slowly putting it on.
“Do you want this?” he whispered against my mouth.
I was too speechless.
“Audrey.” He kissed my lips. “Tell me…”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He slowly inched his cock inside me, and he felt like every bad decision I’d ever wanted to make twice.
I dug my nails into his back, biting his shoulder as a mix of pain and pleasure exploded inside me.
When he was buried deep inside, he held me taut and slid his tongue deeper into my mouth, driving me wild.
He pulled out and slowly thrust back in, gently fucking me.
I couldn’t hold on for long. He felt too good, and I’d never had sex like this.
“I…I…” I shook all over, and he continued kissing me, thrusting in and out of me until I collapsed under him.
He came seconds later, but he remained over me, staring until I opened my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I need you to talk, Audrey.”
“I think we should do that again…” was all I could say, and he laughed softly and trailed a hand down my stomach before pulling me into him again.
And again.
At sunrise, sweaty and restless, I stared up at the ceiling, pulling the covers up to my chest as my mind raced with what the hell just happened between us—if all that sex could possibly be a vivid dream.
