Page 38 of Loving Taylor
I tossed and turned for a while before I fell asleep.
Even Slater was surprised at my good mood when I got back from my overnight visit with my mother. Usually when I got back I was moody and irritable.
With a frown, he had asked, "Did it go well?" He could tell something was different but he couldn't tell what.
"Yeah." I didn't go into the details of why I seemed to hate my mother less. I understood why but I couldn't explain it to someone else.
My good mood continued for the next couple of days until the moment I was leaning against the wall, waiting to see if I could catch a glimpse of Taylor. Then I spotted her walking toward me. Just the sight of her was enough for me to stop, but it was the guy she was talking to that turned my mood. Mr. Preppy.
She laughed at something he said and I felt the jealously jolt through me. And then her hand rested on his arm for a moment. My eyes fixed to the action as I felt the jealousy roll through me, leaving me feeling raw inside.
Then Taylor looked up and caught my gaze. She gave me a tentative smile but all I could concentrate on was the guy standing beside her. A possessive feeling I wasn't used to flared inside of me, making me want to mark her as mine.
And while we were in an arrangement, shewasmine. I wasn't going to share her.
She didn't seem to know whether to approach me or not. Caleb noticed she was looking in my direction and leaned closer to her to say something to her while I continued to glare at him.
Our eyes met again when I pushed off the wall and strode over to them.
"Hi," I said to Taylor, giving her a smile to try and cover the anger I felt. I didn't want her to see how affected I was.
"Hi," she replied huskily.
Caleb touched her arm again and I had to fight the urge to remove it. Anger like hot lava burned through me and I exerted all my control not to let it loose.
"I need to talk to you," I said firmly.
"Sure," she said before she turned to face Caleb.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said to him. I frowned. I didn't want her around him.
The smile he gave made me tense my jaw as I held on to the last of my control. But when he glared at me, I glared right back, making it clear I didn't like him one bit.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said to her before walking off.
I tongued my lip ring as I fought for control over my raging emotions. Taylor turned to face me and I had the urge to brand her as mine. To assure myself that she only belonged to me, and there was only one way I knew of for how to do that.
I grabbed her hand and looked for some privacy. Then I remembered a janitor's closet nearby. I strode with determination, pulling her along. Without exchanging a word, we turned the corner and I saw the door to the closet.
Once I opened the door, I pulled her inside the dimly lit room and closed the door behind us. My heart was beating faster with anticipation mingled in with my tense mood.
When she faced me, she opened her mouth but I didn't give her a chance to say anything. My mouth covered hers with only one intention in mind.
My hands went to her hips as I continued to kiss her. She raked her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. She groaned when I increased the pressure of my mouth against hers as my tongue entered her mouth and slid against hers. I needed her more than I ever had before. The intensity of it took me by surprise but there was no stopping it. All I could do was feel, with no rational thought. There was no decision-making, no choices, there was only action as I lifted her by the waist and her legs wrapped around mine.
I needed her now. There was no time for foreplay or undressing. I had to get inside of her as quickly as possible. It was all that mattered. I would only have the reassurance that she was mine when I was buried as deep as I could be in her heat.
My mouth moved down her jaw before my tongue touched the spot just below her ear that made her gasp. I knew exactly how to play her to make her hot for me. She ground her body more insistently against mine. I wasn't going to last long if she kept that up.
I pushed her up against the wall and held her there with my body as I slipped my fingers below her skirt and between her legs. I could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties as I ran my finger lightly over the material. She was ready for me. I could smell it. With her hot breath against my face, I moved her panties aside and slid one finger into her. Then I added another. Her hands dug into my shoulders as she trembled while I pumped my fingers into her. She moved against my hand, panting with each movement, straining for the release only I could give her.
A warmth filled my chest at the thought that no other guy had ever been this intimate with her.
I kissed her again, addicted to the sweet taste of her lips. It was a mixture of peppermint and vanilla.
"Please," she begged in a whisper.
I stopped to remove my fingers from her before I eased her down to stand. She held me tightly like I was going to leave her but I wasn't going anywhere. I reached for the foil packet in the back of my jeans and tore it open with my teeth. I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor. Then I freed my erection from my boxers to roll on the protection.
