Page 6 of Case Closed
I stare down into Taylor’s eyes, my whole body buzzing with a need only he can fulfill. God knows I’ve tried on my own, and I can’t get myself there. I swear my own body is betraying me when it comes to him.
My fingers grip the side of the counter as he keeps moving lower, my anticipation building. “Are you going to be a good girl and be quiet?” His mouth skims the inside of my bare thigh. “Answer me,” Taylor orders.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I’ll try to be quiet.”
“Try?” His lips turn up into a smirk.
“Taylor.” I whisper his name as my core starts to throb. I have to fight not to close my legs. Not that Taylor would let me in this moment. His broad shoulders make sure I stay open to him.
He closes his eyes. “Say it again, say my name.”
“Taylor.” I can’t fight my own smile as I do what he tells me to.
I watch the way he savors the sound. The man knows how to make me feel sexy. He shows what every part of me, including my voice, does to him. When his eyes open again, I swear they’re darker than before.
“I want you on the bed,” he says before standing suddenly.
I let out a small squeal when he tosses me over his shoulder. Only he can make me feel small and delicate with how easily he handles me.
He carries me to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed. Then he moves around the room like he’s been here before. I can’t take my eyes off him as he kicks his shoes off before reaching over his head to pull his shirt off with one hand. When he tosses it to the ground, he nods to my clothes.
“Get the rest of it off.” When I hurry to strip off my clothes, he cocks his head to the side. “Is that the problem, babe? I need to stop asking and start ordering?”
“Maybe,” I admit while pulling my panties down my legs. Holy crap, I can’t believe I’m naked in front of him.
“Fucking hell.” Taylor runs his hand down his face. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He gives a slight shake of his head like he’s trying to make sure I’m real. “Every damn inch of you. Perfection.”
If I wasn’t blushing before, I am now, but it’s a good one, the kind that makes me feel more confident. I let my legs part, knowing I’m tempting him. I think I always am even when I tell myself I’m not.
Taylor’s eyes focus in between my thighs as he puts a knee on the bed. At the same time, his hand reaches out to wrap around my ankle, his thumb stroking me gently.
“Open them more for me, princess.” My tongue comes out to wet my bottom lip, and I wish I could lick the flexing muscles on his chest. “Show me, and I’ll give you what we both need.”
“What we both need?” I repeat.
“I promise you. I need this too.”
I spread my legs farther, knowing he's going to see it all. My desire is coating the inside of my thighs, and there’s no hiding it. It's how my body always responds when he's near. Taylor makes me ache between my legs, but also at the center of my chest.
The sight of how wet I am is all Taylor needs. When he pounces on me, it makes me laugh, but the giggle is short-lived. Taylor buries his face between my thighs, and I gasp at the pleasure. He’s not fucking around.
My mind momentarily blanks as the pleasure and sensations collide. It's all too much at once, and the climax takes me by surprise. It hits me hard and fast, and my back arches off the bed. Taylor’s forearm comes down over my hips where he pins me to the bed.
After that, his mouth doesn’t relent. If anything, his licks become faster and more intense. I whimper as he works one finger into me and then another. His mouth zeros in on my clit, and I feel him sucking while his tongue pushes me into another orgasm.
Bright lights burst behind my eyes as I cum again, and this time I cry out his name. My fingers dig into the blankets as I try to hold on. I don't think I can take much more, but when he hooks his fingers inside of me, he hits a spot I've never felt before. My entire body comes undone as everything explodes outward. It’s like my pleasure is tangible all around me as I melt right into the bed.
It takes me a few seconds, hell maybe it’s hours, before I can open my eyes. Taylor climbs up my body, and I spread my legs wider. I love the sight of him over me, between my thighs.
He guides the head of his cock up and down the seam of my sex, and I feel it hitting my clit. When he pushes the head against my opening, I gasp at how good it feels.
“You’re mine.” His voice is gruff as he says it, and then his muscles tense.
He groans my name, and I feel his release spilling partly inside of me before he pulls out. He sprays his cum across my sex and thighs, marking me with it. It’s so hot, but it’s not what I thought would happen. If I’m honest, I was hoping we were about to have sex.
As if Taylor can read my mind, he leans down and presses his forehead to mine. “I won’t take you completely until you admit what we are.”
He presses his lips to mine in a hard kiss, but it’s over too quickly. He pushes off the mattress before I can hold on to him, and the next thing I know, he’s buttoning his pants.
