Page 22 of A Date with Fate

I blinked at her. “Yeah? I slept like this last night and it was fine.”

“But…you’re here now.”

I laughed. “If you want me to put a shirt on, then just tell me, Taylor.”

She squirmed a little, avoiding my eyes. “No, it’s not that.”

“Spit it out.”

Taylor sputtered, “Okay, fine. I like looking at you, and I’m worried about keeping it in my pants if I sleep with you like that.”

I stared. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.”

“Well, can’t take it back. I already said it.”

I grinned at her. “You like me?” She huffed, and I dragged my fingers across my torso slowly. “What do you like best?”

“You have a shy, quiet demeanor.”

My laugh filled the room around us, so much so that I could see her grinning too. When I finally got myself under control, I leaned across the bed, my fists pushing into the mattress. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you take advantage.”

Taylor rolled her eyes, but I could see the soft way her shoulder relaxed as she pulled back the covers and slipped under.

“Still in my hoodie?”

She glanced down at the clothing. “I like it.”

Fuck, I liked her wearing it. A lot. Flipping the lights off, I crawled into the bed, lying down beside her. We lay there in the dark, both on our backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, Taylor,” I whispered into the quiet.

“Yes, Scott?” Was I dreaming, or did she sound a little breathless?

“Want to make out?”

Her soft laugh surrounded me. “For real?”

I rolled over, feeling her do the same. There were a hundred things I wanted to say then. I wanted to soothe her concerns. I wanted to make her smile. I wanted her to know I was serious. I wanted…well…all of her.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned in and kissed her. I knew immediately that I’d done the right thing. Taylor’s mouth opened with a delicious sigh, her breath mingling with mine as she sagged into the mattress.

Taking advantage of the moment, I leaned over her, letting her body fall back flat once more. There was one more thing I really wanted her to know, and I didn’t know any other way to tell her. So I wanted to show her.

It was that not only didn’t she not have to worry with me around, but that in this situation, I would always take care of her. I smiled against her lips. I would take care of her over and over and over again.

Until she knew nothing but me.

My Taylor would know only pleasure with me. That much was clear. I let my hand wander down her form, coasting over the full lines of her breasts past her belly to where my hand found that little bit of skin where the top had ridden up. I pressed my palm flat, feeling the muscles in her tummy jump under my touch. She was acting like she’d never been touched again, and while I knew there was no way that could be true, that didn't mean my dick liked it any less. In fact, my mind was so wrapped around the idea of erasing every other man from her history that I didn’t even notice that she’d stopped kissing me at first.

When I paused, my hand just below her breasts, her hands slowly moved up my arms to where they curled around my shoulders. “Taylor?”

“It’s nothing. I just like touching you.”

I let out a soft laugh, leaning in so I could press a kiss against her jaw. She shivered underneath me. Her acceptance of my touch, her gentle searching of my own body, was making my mind blurry. I rocked my hips, unbothered when I could feel the head of my cock rub against her thigh. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted it badly.

She moaned in response, her hands tightening. I moved instantly back to her mouth, kissing her harder now. To my delight, she gave just as good as she got, her smooth tongue pressing back against mine, tangling together in a hot slide of need and arousal. When I pulled away, lightly pressing my lips to her cheeks, her nose, and then finally back to her lips, she surprised me with a gentle bite.

“Fuck,” I mumbled against her teeth, grinding my rock-hard cock into the bedding, attempting to relieve some of the throbbing need that hummed down my spine.

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