“Betsy?”
“I’m in the back, love.”
Taylor headed into the back and flopped down onto the sofa next to her. Then, he turned his head to look at her, a smile on his face.
“How was your date?”
“Good, I didn’t think dating could be fun, but with Gemma something is different.”
“Maybe because you actually respect this young lady, unlike the other women in this town.”
“I do respect them. They were the ones who threw themselves at me.”
“Why did they throw themselves at you, then? How do you think you got the reputation of being a player, Taylor?” Betsy turned her body to face him, a frown on her wrinkled face.
“So, I may have slept with a few women. It doesn’t mean I’m a player.”
“Listen to yourself. If you obviously care for Gemma, then you wouldn’t have taken the time to take her on a date. When was the last time you went on a proper date except for tonight?”
Taylor tried to think, but he couldn’t think of a single time that he had been on date, except for his prom night. He didn’t think that prom counted because the two of them weren’t alone. Betsy must have seen his struggle because she patted him on the shoulder and smiled. “This means something to you. Don’t ruin it by trying to get her into your bed, Taylor.”
“Thank you, Betsy.” Taylor kissed Betsy’s cheek before heading home for the night. Since he’d started speaking to Gemma, he had no desire to jump into bed with other women. Usually his bear was demanding that he sleep with every available shifter in the town, but for now his bear was content.
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The next month passed faster than Gemma would have liked it. She and Taylor spent almost all of their free time together; but it was hard, since he was a police officer and she was a schoolteacher. Consequently, it was usually the weekends or evenings when they would see each other.
While Gemma was the one who told Taylor that she didn’t want to sleep with him, her whole body craved an intimate connection with him. Every time they were close, she craved his touch, his lips on her neck, and his body pushed against hers. She wasn’t sure how to voice her desire though. She didn’t want to be like all of the other women in the town who had shared his bed.
They both had a free night, so Gemma decided she would make a move on Taylor and see what happened. While Taylor told her at the beginning of this thing that he wanted to get her in his bed, he hadn’t made any other attempts since that delicate kiss the night of their first date.
“Are you still coming over later?” Gemma asked into the phone an hour later, as she stirred a pot on the stove.
“Of course, like I would miss spending time with you.” Taylor chuckled over the line and Gemma shivered like a dog in heat.
“Well, I’ll have dinner ready at seven.”
“I’ll see you tonight then.”
Gemma hung the phone up before she said something that she would regret. Then, she turned back to the pot. She only had an hour before Taylor was over and she wanted to make sure that she looked her best. She didn’t want to play the innocent girl with him anymore. She wanted him in her bed by the end of the night and she was going to make sure that she was going to accomplish her goal, even if it meant stripping naked in front of him.
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“You look beautiful,” said Taylor, as he greeted Gemma when she opened the door. He brought over bunch of flowers and a smile was plastered across his face.
Gemma did look stunning. A short, black dress clung to her curves and it made Taylor feel bad because he didn’t make an effort to dress up. “I’m sorry I look so scruffy,” he said.
“You look perfect. Come on.” Gemma took the flowers from him and walked into the house, her bare feet tapping against the wooden floors. Taylor’s eyes were drawn to her slim legs and the way her backside moved beneath the dress. Each day he spent with Gemma it was getting harder and harder for him not to jump her.
“I made spaghetti. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s fine...” Taylor’s voice was deeper than usual, indicating his desire. When Gemma bent down to get a vase from the cupboard Taylor was hard pressed not to walk over to her and run his hand across her delicious behind. He felt himself grow hard beneath his jeans and groaned quietly. The desire to be inside Gemma nearly consumed him.
“I’m not very good in the kitchen,” said Gemma, as she filled the vase up with water and cut the stems down on the flowers.
“You seem to be very good in the kitchen,” Taylor murmured. If Gemma was human, she wouldn’t have heard it, but with her shifter hearing she heard the crude comment.
“Is that so?”
“Oh, most defiantly” Taylor leaned back against the counter and had the pleasure of watching Gemma walk around the kitchen and prepare their meal. Once the two plates were safely on the table, Taylor reached out and pulled Gemma close to him. Her lips centimeters from his.
“Looks delicious.”
“I tried hard to cook for you.” Gemma reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders with a shy smile.
“I wasn’t talking about the food,” he said, as he watched her face flush red. Then, he bent down and pushed his lips against hers. Gemma was still for a second before she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much passion as she could bring forth.
She tasted like tomato sauce and vanilla, an oddly alluring combination that had Taylor pushing his tongue inside her mouth for a better taste. He loved the reaction he got from her. She arched her back and pushed her breasts into his chest, Taylor wasn’t sure if she was aware that she was doing it, but her little moans weren’t convincing him to stop.
“We don’t have to do this,” Taylor managed to gasp out when Gemma moved away and started to kiss his neck.
“And if I want to?”
“Then, let’s hope that you’re willing to eat cold pasta,” he said, as he growled and reached down to lift her up by the back of her thighs. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and grinned at him, her green eyes lighting up with mischief.
“I’m more than willing.”
“I’ve been waiting what seems like forever to get you naked.” Taylor lifted Gemma up to sit on the counter and smiled when she spread her legs, inviting him to stand between them. When he attempted to speak again, she shook her head and placed her hand over his mouth. If she didn’t want to talk, then he could work with that, he thought.
He trailed his hand up the inside of one of her thighs, watching as her breathing quickened and the grip on his shoulders tightened ever so slightly. He was pleasantly shocked when he encountered bare skin instead of a satin barrier against her more delicate parts.
She winked at him and gasped when he rubbed his fingers through her wet folds and gently slipped them inside of her. Her back arched and he wrapped his arm around her waist to stop her from slipping from the marble counter.
Her face flushed when he pushed her dress further up her thighs and kissed her neck gently. While he wanted to be inside of her more than he wanted oxygen, he needed to know that she was ready.
He swirled his finger around her most delicate part and watched as she arched her back again, her thighs clenching around his hand. He gently urged her legs apart again and repeated the motion, getting the same reaction from her. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, as he rubbed his fingers faster against her. Then, he pushed another finger inside of her wet, willing body.
“Taylor...”
“No speaking, remember?” he said, as he chuckled and reached up to tug her dress off her shoulders. He was even more satisfied when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Stupid contraptions really, why would a woman want to cover something of beauty? he thought.
He bent down and sucked one of her erect nipples in his mouth. Then, he gently used the hand around her waist to keep her still, as she cried out and arched her body into his ministrations. He was determined to make her come befo
re he entered her. He lowered his head between her thighs and she moaned, as he swirled his tongue inside of her.
“Please, Taylor.” Gemma quickly gasped out, reached down, and tangled one hand in his hair. The slight pain that came when she pulled on his hair made him harder than ever and more determined to make her have an orgasm. He dropped to kiss knees and pulled her to the edge of the counter. Then, he bent down and snaked his tongue through her.
He wasn’t going easy on her and soon enough Gemma was writhing on the counter. Her thighs quivered around his head and her hands buried in his hair. Then, he reintroduced his fingers and crooked them slightly. Her body contracted around his fingers and tongue, as she climaxed.
He stopped when she gently pushed his head away and urged him to stand up. Then, she giggled before dropping to her knees in front of him. The sight of her on her knees caused him such pleasure that he was afraid that when she actually took him in his mouth he wouldn’t last long.
****
Gemma reached up and unzipped Taylor’s pale blue jeans with a smirk. She was adamant that she was going to make him orgasm just as hard as she had, if he let her. She could see him struggling with his bear, as he looked at her. She had heard rumours regarding bear shifters while in bed and, apparently, they were vicious, brutal lovers.
Taylor so far had been very giving, he had yet to be brutal or vicious towards her. She was hoping that the rumours weren’t true and he was just as caring when they finally were intimate. She shook away her negative thoughts away and tugged his boxers and jeans down at the same time. Her face broke out into a smile at the sight of the hardness that greeted her.
While she hadn’t been with a man in a while, she still knew how to pleasure one. She flicked her tongue out to taste the tip of him. He jutted his hips forward, either in pleasure or shock, she wasn’t sure. Regardless, she was happy with the reaction. She didn’t want to mess around though, she wanted to prove to him that she knew what she was doing.
Gemma swallowed slowly before opening her mouth and sliding as much of him inside it as she could. She slowly pulled away, sucking hard on him. He grunted before reaching down and tangling his hands through her hair and gently rocking his hips. While Gemma knew his bear wanted to take control, she wanted to be the one to pleasure him; so, she placed both hands on his hips and waited for him to stop moving.
Once he stilled, she wrapped a hand around him, while her head bobbed slowly. She wanted him to orgasm, but she didn’t want him to do it too quickly. She chuckled when she heard a thump and looked up to see his head resting against the cupboard above. She doubled her efforts and squeaked in surprise when he lifted her up by her arms and pushed her dress completely off her.
“What-“
“Too close,” Taylor grunted before slamming his lips against hers and lifting her back onto the counter and frowning.
“Do you have protection?”
“There should be some in the bathroom.” Gemma smiled at him before trying to slide from the counter, but Taylor stopped her with a shake of his head. Then, he rushed off in the direction of the bedroom, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes at his feet.
She wasn’t left waiting for long before he returned with a condom in his hand and a triumphant smile. She giggled and spread her legs open again, as he protected himself. While shifters couldn’t get sexually transmitted diseases, they could get pregnant and that was something Gemma didn’t want at the moment.
Taylor kissed her gently before he slid himself inside of her. Her body accepted him easier than it had accepted any man before and she sighed with pleasure. She tingled, as he moved inside her. They soon picked up a rhythm and were both teetering towards the edge within seconds. Gemma felt her second orgasm building and cried out in frustration when he stopped moving.
He chuckled at her, lifted her up, and took her towards the living room. He gently dropped them both onto the sofa, then he reached down and pushed one of her legs up slightly before moving his hips once again.
“Taylor, please,” begged Gemma. She was amazed that her body was nearing an orgasm for the second time that night. Usually, her partners put their needs before hers.
“Hold on, angel,” Taylor said. He smiled and reached between their bodies, teasing her as he moved his hips faster and harder. She cried out when he bent down and bit her shoulder hard enough for her to feel the pain slightly. Pleasure sizzled across her body and pooled in her stomach. Moments later her body was tightening up. He bit her neck again and her orgasm washed over her, blurring her vision and causing her to cry out.
He followed her with an orgasm of his own. Then, he removed the condom away and flopped down on the sofa next to her. “Well, I understand why so many women want you in their beds,” she said.
“I don’t want any other women in my bed anymore, Gemma,” Taylor whispered against the top of her head. The comment caused her to jerk away from him and frown.
“What?”
“You weren’t a conquest. I admit, at first I thought you were, but now I want to be with you. I want to date you. I think I may have fallen in love with you, Gemma,” he replied, keeping his eyes locked on hers. She frowned again before shaking her head slightly.
“No, you can’t love me.”
“I can and I do.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful, amazing, good with people, and different. You’re unlike everyone I know and I love you. I want to be with you. If you don’t feel the same, then tell me before I continue to make an idiot of myself.”
“No, I love you, too. I thought I was just being stupid. Everyone was telling me what a player you were. I thought you would leave the instant you were in my bed.”
“We didn’t technically make it to the bed, but I’m not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”
“You promise?”
“I swear on my life,” he whispered before kissing her gently. Warmth blossomed in her chest when she thought of this stunning man who wanted to be with her forever. Maybe it was her destiny to be forced from three towns to end up with Taylor. Maybe they were each other’s fates.
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