Page 23 of A Date with Fate

Taylor kissed me where she’d nibbled, her panting breaths like tiny apologies as her warm, silken skin brushed over mine. Growling at her sweet boldness, I began exploring under her sweatshirt again, my thumb coasting over the peaks of her breasts before circling the flesh. She was bigger than I’d estimated, a perfect handful for my palms as I tested her weight against me. Then, moving slowly, I strummed my thumbs over her nipples again and again, until her hips rose from the bed and began to squirm against me. She was looking for pressure, and fucking hell, I wanted to give it to her. But if I got on top of her now, there was no telling how far I would take it. And I need to be abundantly clear with my intentions. Sure, I wanted inside of her fucking bad. But I wanted to be inside of her every night for the foreseeable future.

That required tact.

And patience.

Damn it.

“The other one too, please,” Taylor whined in my ears.

I lowered my mouth to her neck, letting my hand move to the other side, where I could torture and tease the second breast. Taylor rewarded my actions with a hiss and a sharp drag of nails down my shoulder.

My cock throbbed again. Briefly, I wondered if she was wild in bed. Fuck, I hoped she let out all that pent-up sass when I fucked her. I could picture it now, her ankles by my ears as I fucked that bratty attitude right out of her.

And while she left those sweet little bites all over me.

“God damn, Taylor. So perfect, baby.”

“Oh, oh, Scott…” Taylor’s hips lifted again, pressing urgently against me. “Can you…?”

“Can I what, baby?” I pressed my mouth to her neck, licking the sensitive skin there before sucking it into my mouth for a moment. “What do you need?”

Taylor’s head flopped back into the pillows. “Touch me, please. I’m dying for it.”

“Hmmm,” I breathed over the newly pinked flesh of her throat. “Your pussy?”

Her body quaked against me. Then slowly, she nodded. “God, yes.”

My hand left her now peaked nipple, sliding lower until I reached the waistband of her shorts, my blunt fingernails weaving a pattern there. “What would it take to make you come?”

Taylor gasped, and I smiled. For someone who had always strived to be an impeccable gentleman around her, even as a kid, I was sure she was a little shocked at my words. But I didn’t care. I was doing what felt natural. And clearly, she was all about it.

Her hips rose into my hands and her fingers left my shoulder to press over my hand. “Not much,” she admitted in a ragged sigh.

I eyed a new strip of skin along her collarbone that was unmarked. Lowering my head, I let my tongue trace the delicate line of her bones there. “I need you to wait.”

“What?” Taylor said, alarm creeping into her voice as my hand pushed below her waistband.

I closed my lips and sucked lightly on the skin, distracting myself from how hot her skin was. And how the black lace of those panties I saw earlier felt across my hand as I plunged below it.

“No coming—not until I say you can.”

Taylor's head flopped to the side, back and forth, as if telling me no.

I started to retreat, instantly disengaging. “Baby?”

Taylor reared up, grabbing my hand and pressing it back under her shorts. “Fine, fine. Okay. Just please, don’t leave me like this. I need it so bad.”

Satisfaction roared through me, and when my fingers found a narrow strip of trimmed hair, I followed it directly to the top of her pussy. With gentle, careful fingers, I explored her slit. She was tight, I could tell, but when my fingers slipped deeper, I could feel moisture spread over my skin.

Slowly, I pulled that hand free, pressing my fingers to my tongue and tasting. “Mmmm.” She was perfect, her taste so unique and potent that I knew I would never live without it.

Taylor’s wide eyes met mine, her chest heaving. “Jesus, Scott, that is hot.”

I chuckled, my hand moving back down her body and tugging her shorts down her legs. The lace quickly followed. When my fingers finally returned to the slick heat of her, I hesitated, waiting until her desperate, dark-blue eyes met mine. “Remember my rule.”

She nodded, dark hair wild around her.

“Good girl,” I crooned, one finger pressing into her. Her breath whooshed out, a moan slipped out as I drew back, adding another finger. “You’re doing so well, Taylor. Do you want more?”

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