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I pull back and rest my forehead against Taylor’s as I try to catch my breath. That was the best kiss I’ve ever experienced. My body feels like it’s on fire and my heart is pounding.
“Holy crap,” Taylor mumbles under her breath. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she lifts trembling fingers to her lips.
“Are you ok?”
“No, I'm pretty sure you just flipped my world upside down.”
“What do you mean?” I take a step back and meet her eyes. She looks drunk and her eyes are glassy.
“Don’t move away from me.” She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. She reaches for me and grabs my sweatpants, tugging me closer. “That was amazing, East. Absolutely perfect.”
“Not disappointing?”
“Not even a tiny bit disappointing. I want to do it again. We don’t have any plans today, right?”
“You just want to make out all day?” I ask with amusement coating my words. I love this woman.
“Yes. I’ve never done that before and I think it would be fun.” Her cheeks turn a bright pink, but she doesn’t try to hide her embarrassment.
I can't imagine what’s going through her head right now. If Jack truly didn’t kiss her often and when he did it was just pecks here and there, I really will be turning her world upside down. I'm going to show her what it’s like to be loved by a man obsessed with her.
“Let’s get some food in our stomachs, then we can do whatever you’d like, babe.”
Chapter 14
Taylor
“I love you,” I whisper between kisses.
I’ve been in Easton’s arms all day as we’ve watched movies and cuddled. Most of the time, we’ve had our mouths on each other and ignored whatever is playing on the TV, but it’s still the best day I’ve ever experienced.
I always wondered what it would be like to kiss Easton Maxwell. He was the boy I dreamed about having my first kiss with. My first date. My first everything. I wanted him to take all of my firsts.
I was an idiot when I agreed to be Jack’s girlfriend. I was excited to get asked out by someone and jumped at the chance. I felt like I was the only girl in my grade to never have a boyfriend. The only one sitting at home on Friday nights, rather than going on dates.
Looking back, it was stupid. I shouldn’t have felt that kind of peer pressure. Now, I'm just happy I'm getting a second chance with Easton. Another shot to make this work between us.
“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs against my neck.
I know he’s probably trying to take this slow, but I don’t want to. I’ve been numb for weeks and when I'm in his arms with his hands and lips on me, I feel more alive than I have my entire life.
I groan as he sucks lightly on my skin. I don’t care if he leaves a mark, I’d wear it like a badge of honor. But I know that isn't true. I’d be an anxious mess wondering what everyone would think if they saw a mark on my neck.
I shake my head, trying to rid the thought from my mind. I don’t want to think about other peoples’ opinions. I want to focus on this man in front of me and how he makes me feel.
Grabbing his hand, I slip it beneath my shirt and settle it on my ribs. He’s hesitant and I know he’s trying to make sure I'm comfortable, but I want him to touch me.
“We’re not rushing this, Taylor,” he murmurs, never stopping his assault on my neck.
“What if I want to?”
“You don’t have a say, sweetheart.”
His words make my heart sink, until his fingers move on my ribs. He stretches them out, covering most of my stomach. It makes me feel protected and more loved than I care to admit.
“You’re perfect.” He kisses me again. “We should get dressed and go for a walk though. I think we need to get out of the house for a little bit.”
“Ok.” I won't lie and say I'm not disappointed, but I understand why he wants to take our relationship slowly.
