“Okay?” he asked into her mouth.
“More,” she whispered the word into his lips, his beautiful full lips. She rubbed her mouth over his, loving the contact, craving more.
“Aw, yeah.” He eased deeper. “I’m almost in, honey.” Deeper. “Are you okay?” He pulled out and pumped back in, a stronger stroke, but not hard. “Aw, Taylor, that’s it. Fuck, yeah.” He pumped again. “You take it so good, honey, yeah.”
He kissed her then and began a beautiful strong rhythm that made her forget everything. Everything but Brian. There was no pain, only pleasure, and Taylor felt him finally fill her. Completely.
Her hands found his biceps and squeezed, hanging on to his firm strength as he rode her. It went on and on, and wave after wave of delicious sensation rippled through her.
She nuzzled into his shoulder, let her tongue slip out to taste the perspiration she found there, allowed his unique sensual aroma to fill her nostrils.
“Look at me.”
She blinked up at his words. His eyes were half closed in passion, but no less intense than any other time she had gazed into their depths. She could lose herself in those black eyes, never tire of exploring them.
“Come for me, bunny.”
She blinked.
He moved his hand across her breasts, lower, over her belly and found her clit with his finger, never breaking the rhythm of his cock, a strong pounding rhythm that scattered her thoughts.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“Yeah, honey, come for me.”
Taylor sensed the ripple of an orgasm approaching, deep within her. A subtle stirring. She tensed in instinct.
“No, Taylor, give it to me.” It was an order, one accompanied by a harder pounding of his cock, his balls slapping beneath her pussy with each stroke.
She jerked, started to pull away in an unconscious reflex.
Brian went still, his cock poised mid-stroke. She looked up, his eyes were on her.
And then she knew.
She was the one pulling away, running away from her own sensuality.
“Don’t do that.” His teeth were clenched tight.
“Okay.”
He smiled then, a knowing smile, and leaned down to kiss her.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Okay.” She was vaguely aware of the fact that she kept repeating the same word.
“Okay? It’s okay if I am not finished fucking your pretty little pussy?”
His tone was teasing, which might have irritated her, but he was moving again and the delicious pressure his big shaft was putting on the walls of her cunt was all she could focus on. “Mmm, yeah, okay.”
He chuckled then, a deep rumbling chuckle that turned into a moan as she joined the rhythm of his hips.
She focused on his cock, on his big, gorgeous shaft pounding in and out of her, and lost herself in his erotic motion.
The orgasm ripped through her body. Her back arched, contorting with the strength of her climax. She was vaguely aware of Brian clenching, straining as his release overcame him.
She heard an echo, her voice, Brian’s name on her lips as one orgasm became another. She succumbed to the pleasure, allowed her mind to drift away, float her in a sea of sensation, a sea of Brian, until the ripples faded and she felt herself return to her body.
Her eyes fluttered open. Brian. “Wow.” It was all she could manage.
He smiled, a wide smile full of his perfect white teeth. She loved his teeth, had never seen a more magnetic smile. Even wearing the smug expression she was beginning to recognize, she loved his smile. She reached up and placed her palm on his cheek, feeling reverent.
“You’re incredible, Taylor.”
She chuckled. “I think we could agree you’re the incredible one. I can’t believe that happened.”
“You just have to let go, bunny.” He stroked a tendril of hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you practice your letting go technique. Over and over.”
He lifted off of her and rolled away. After disposing of the condom, he stretched out beside her, his big body filling the antique double bed. Taylor had never noticed the bed was so small before, he barely fit between the wooden headboard and footboard.
“Are you cramped? Do you have enough room?” Of course he didn’t, since he made the double bed look like a twin.
She started to pull away to give him more space but he snatched her toward him before she could blink, settling her into his frame.
“I’m fine. Don’t go anywhere.”
His arms were wrapped around her in a firm hold. Taylor felt safe, protected. Satisfied.
Brian’s chest was tight against her breasts and she loved the rough feel of his chest hair as he breathed in and out. She allowed her eyes to close, savoring his smell, and she drifted off.
Content.
* * * *
Brian awoke to the feel of Taylor’s lush body nuzzling him.
He glanced around the room. The light from the window was dusky, meaning they must have slept a long time. His shoulder was cramped from the position. Taylor was using his bicep as a pillow. It was uncomfortable, but he had no intention of moving a muscle.
He must have grabbed her ass in his sleep because his right palm was full of one luscious plump globe.
Damn, she had a fine ass. He squeezed it gently, testing its weight.
He had a sudden urge to roll her over, put her on her knees and fuck her while holding his hands on those full cheeks. Or maybe bend down and lick her sweet little cunt from behind.
He swallowed a groan, feeling his cock harden to stone. With a slow breath, his nose in her hair, he smelled her shampoo. It was citrusy, which shouldn’t be a turn on, but it was.
He didn’t want to wake her yet, needing time to get his head together.
He wanted Taylor. Wanted her for more than a weekend fling. He wanted a relationship. A real relationship. There, he’d said it. Well, he’d thought it at least.
Brian rolled the idea over in his mind. Yes, he wanted a relationship with Taylor.
A serious relationship.
He was drawn to everything about this woman. Everything. It had happened fast, but what the hell? He wasn’t a man that shied away from what he wanted, he went for it.
Taylor was perfect for him. She was so unlike any woman he’d ever been with, but instinctively he knew she was what he’d been looking for. Waiting for.
He had wanted to focus on his career and curb his player ways. A serious relationship would allow him to accomplish both goals.
Brian just didn’t know how to go about it. He used to be proud of his non-committal attitude toward women. But now he just felt inexperienced, an uncomfortable feeling. He knew how to escape, how to end things, but how to develop a serious monogamous relationship? He was at a loss.
He looked down at Taylor. She was so lush, her skin so flawless. He noticed several freckles near her hipbone and was tempted to lean down and lick them. But the movement would wake her, so he settled instead for moving his fingers over them. One was raised, just a tiny mole. The desire to inspect it with his tongue grew.
He needed a plan, but all he could seem to do was imagine things he wanted to do with her sexually.
She began to stir. “Brian?” she asked before opening her eyes.
“I want to keep seeing you.” He blurted it out without thinking. So much for a plan. So much for smooth. Shit.
“Huh?” She opened her eyes, confused.
“I want to keep seeing you. After today.” Damn, he sounded like an idiot.
Her brows crossed in confusion. “Okay. What do you mean?”
What did he mean? He meant he wanted her, wanted her for the long term. Serious relationship. Maybe marriage.
Whoa. His thoughts were scaring him. What the hell was he thinking? He’d scare her off for sure. “I mean I want to keep seeing you come, bunny. You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“Oh.” She still looked a little conf
used. “I thought you meant something else.”
“I did, bunny. I meant everything else.”
“Huh?”
He was an imbecile, no doubt about it. Time to bail on this conversation. He got out of the little antique bed, the old metal springs creaking. “Shower?”
“Oh, right.” She grabbed the sheet and pulled it to her neck in an adorable shy gesture. “Down the hall to the left.”
He didn’t bother with boxers, just strode toward the door in the buff. “Aren’t you coming?”
She blushed. Damn, but he loved her blushes.
“My shower is kinda small.”
“Even better.” He winked. “After we shower, do you want to head over to my place? I want to check on the cat. It was supposed to top ninety-eight today. And then we could maybe grab a bite to eat.”
She grinned, looked relieved. “Okay.”
Chapter Seven
Lunch time. Taylor turned off the centrifuge, checked on the progress of the second phase of her experiment, clicked out of her current research file, and slipped out of her white lab coat. She tossed it on the metal coat rack by the door and grabbed her purse.
She was walking on air, and had been all morning. Her productivity was at an all time high. Apparently sexual satisfaction agreed with her. At this rate, she’d finish today’s tasks by two and get a head start on tomorrow.
She could not wait to fill Tyanna in on the latest developments in her love life. Her love life. She actually had one.
The weekend with Brian had been so amazing. He was amazing.
She speed-walked the three blocks to the deli. The heat and her quick pace had her moist with perspiration by the time she reached the door to the deli. She felt sticky but she welcomed it, since the lab was always frigid. They had to keep the temperature low to inhibit bacterial growth.
She snagged a choice table near the front window and ordered their usuals. Within minutes Tyanna burst through the door, out of breath, her arms full of shopping bags.
Taylor hopped up to help her. “What’s all this?”
“It’s for the party.”
“Party?”
“Listen, girlfriend, do not complain about being uninformed when you refuse to answer your cell phone.” Tyanna plopped in her seat, looking winded, adjusted her gauzy yellow top, and sipped the cola the waiter had just delivered. “Where have you been?” Despite the humidity, she’d worn her hair loose and it was wild and windblown, a look only Tyanna could pull off.
“Busy.”
“Busy? Too busy to answer your cell all weekend?” Tyanna raised an eyebrow. “If you hadn’t been here when I walked in I would have called the police.” She overemphasized each syllable in the last word and it came out sounding like “poe-leece.”
“Okay, maybe I should have said ‘getting busy’.”
Tyanna gasped. “What? Taylor Anderson, you did not just say ‘getting busy’, no you did not!”
The waiter interrupted, setting their plates in front of them. Taylor smirked, shrugged her shoulders, going for nonchalance.
Tyanna threw her hands up in the air, flashing bright pink polish, complete with rhinestone nail decals. “Was it Brian?” She gasped again, this one was loud and exaggerated and drawing the attention of the tables near them. “It was Brian!”
“Shh! Sheesh, don’t freak out. You’re the one who told me to go for it. I told you I would try. I did.” Taylor casually picked up half of her turkey sandwich, enjoying her flamboyant friend’s reaction. Taylor had been anticipating this conversation all morning.
When it came to girl talk, Tyanna never disappointed.
“Spill.” Tyanna ordered, pointing a long fingernail. “Everything. Do not leave out a single detail.” She started to pick up half of her corned beef sandwich and then sat it back on the plate. She fanned herself with her hands, flicking her wrists back and forth. “I am too excited to eat. For real. You know, I so knew something was up with Brian today. His vibe was way off.”
“His vibe was way off?” Taylor asked, suddenly worried. “What does that mean?”
“Nada.” Tyanna dismissed her question with another wave of her hands. “Spill.”
“Ty.” Taylor stared at Tyanna.
Tyanna flicked her hands up in exasperation. “It means his vibe was off—he seemed different. And now it makes sense, that’s all. A man always acts different after he’s gotten some. So spill.”
Taylor laughed, enjoying Tyanna’s way with words. “Okay, well...he got some.”
Tyanna squealed in delight, turning heads. “Details, girl.” She leaned in closer, her brown eyes demanding. “And I do mean the nasty ones.”
Taylor laughed and swirled her straw in her ice water. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “Let’s just say he helped me get over my little problem reaching the big O.” She leaned back in her chair and took a casual bite of her sandwich, anticipating Tyanna’s reaction.
“Oh, girl, I just knew he was the thing for you. Dang, I just wish I had hooked you up sooner.” Tyanna finally took a small bite of her sandwich, daintily dabbing the corner of her mouth with a paper napkin while she chewed. “He had such a rep as a player when he was with Walters and Browning. That man hit every skirt in the office, maybe the entire building.”
Taylor froze, her sandwich midway to her mouth. “He did?”
“Uh-huh, and the word was, the man had a prize package and knew how to satisfy. Does he?”
Taylor sat the sandwich down, suddenly losing her appetite. “Does he what?”
“Does he have a prize package?”
Taylor forced herself to regain her composure. Brian’s past didn’t matter.
She had known the second she laid eyes on him that he was a player. But now she knew more of him, knew him. He was the man she wanted to be with. “Yep, he does. And he knows how to satisfy. For hours.” She held her head up and sipped ice water from her straw, trying to keep the blush at bay.
Tyanna giggled, unaware of Taylor’s inner turmoil. “I knew it. You just needed a little sex-date.”
Taylor’s mouth went dry. She felt the hot color creep up her neck and engulf her cheeks. “A sex-date?”
“Yes, and you’re welcome. You owe me big-time for this one, girlfriend, because let me tell you, Brian did not just go for it. Said he wasn’t looking for a relationship, as if that mattered.”
Oh, God. Taylor’s stomach dropped.
She took a deep breath, hoping to stay calm, but the smell of corned beef seemed to permeate the room. Nausea crept over her. “So you talked him into it? Into a sex-date?”
“Of course I did. I told you I would find you a man, didn’t I?” Tyanna popped a potato chip into her mouth and crunched. “Tyanna does not disappoint. He just needed a little push. Okay, a big push. But what man really wants to turn down a sex-date? I mean, for real.”
“Right, yeah.” Taylor managed a half smile.
Tyanna jerked, waving her hand across the crowded deli. “Oh, hey, that’s Deanna.”
Taylor followed her gaze to a pretty woman wearing an elegant suit seated alone at a table across the small deli.
“Hey, we should invite her to sit with us.” Tyanna winked at Taylor. “She’s another one of Brian’s satisfied customers.”
Oh, God. Taylor was going to be sick. Definitely. The nausea was increasing to an unbearable level. She had to get out of there.
The pretty brunette stood and walked toward them. She was gorgeous. Tall, slender, dark-skinned. Everything Taylor wasn’t.
Taylor glanced down, trying to avoid eye contact with either woman. Her feet were sticking out from under the table, trying to accommodate all of Tyanna’s shopping bags, and her eyes landed on the tips of her shoes. Black flats. Plain. Sensible. Just like her.
She was such a fool. Why would a man like Brian want her when he could have a woman like Deanna? And he had had her, apparently.
She had to leave.
Now.
She fumb
led for her wallet as Tyanna asked the man at the table next to theirs for a chair. Taylor tossed a few bills on the table, enough for her share and a tip. “Uh, Ty, I hate to do this, but I have to run.” She stood, concentrated on putting her wallet back in her purse.
“What? You’re leaving?” Tyanna stopped sliding the chair up to their table and making room for Deanna, who was calling the waiter over to take her order.
“Yeah, sorry. I have an experiment running and I need to get back to it. Scott said he would be there, but he is so absent-minded, I know he’ll forget.” She headed for the exit.
“Taylor, you can’t leave. You have to fill me in on all of the juicy details of your little naughty tryst with Brian.”
Deanna perked up. “Naughty tryst with Brian?”
“Uh-huh, girlfriend here had a Brian Jackson night.”
Deanna raised her eyebrows and nodded, wearing a knowing appreciative smirk.
“Sorry, Ty, I’ll fill you in next time.” Taylor opened the door and fled.
* * * *
Brian clicked on a thumbnail photo to enlarge the image. It was a two carat marquise diamond and it would look perfect on Taylor’s pretty ring finger.
Oh, yeah, he had completely lost his mind. And he didn’t care. Because although his mind had taken a leave of absence, his heart was intact.
Intact and expanding.
Expanding in ways he had never experienced.
It was Taylor. Taylor. He even loved the sound of her name in his mind.
He had never believed in love at first sight, until he was almost certain it had happened to him. He was an idiot, shopping for rings online after one weekend together, but he was a believer.
He clicked out of the jewelry store website. He was getting ahead of himself, so he Googled Gatlinburg cabins. He wanted to take Taylor away for a long weekend and the Tennessee mountain resort town was only a six hour drive and known for romance. It was only Tuesday, and the weekend seemed too far away.
He rocked back in his chair, trying to find a comfortable position. Maybe he’d even take Friday off. He clicked open his schedule, ignoring the rickety noises his chair was making. Friday looked clear. They could make it a three day weekend if Taylor could get away from her work.
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