Page 61 of Take Care, Taylor
“Shh.”
Not helping.
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over the inside of my thigh, climbing higher until I forgot how to breathe. The next rumble of thunder shook the glass, but all I could hear was the sound of his breath against my skin.
“Still worried about the storm?” he murmured, the words a dare and a promise all at once.
I shook my head, though my voice betrayed me. “Yes.”
“Hmmm.” He pressed a kiss against my knee. “Then let me help.”
He pushed my legs open and pressed a long kiss against my left thigh, sucking on my skin so hard and rough that I yelped and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Unfazed, he continued kissing me and pushed my panties to the side.
Another kiss, slower, higher. The desk edge bit into my palms as every inch of me waited for where he’d go next.
He slid two thick fingers deep inside me, and I shut my eyes.
“No.” He circled his thumb against my dripping wet clit. “You need to focus on me… Open your eyes.”
“I—yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t immediately obey, and he punished me with deep thrusts of his fingers until I obliged.
As his fingers worked inside me, he kissed me—slow, claiming, his mouth finding mine before trailing down again,lower and lower, until his breath met the place his fingers had left wanting.
“Good girl.” He blew against my pussy as the rain assaulted the windows with harder punches, but suddenly it all became faint background noise. All I could focus on was the sound of him sucking my clit in and out of his mouth, his fingers teasing me between kisses.
Just as I was adjusting to his mouth’s rhythm, he buried his head between my thighs and devoured me.
I screamed and jerked forward, biting his shoulder on instinct—meaning to push him back, but his hand came up to cover mine—firm, grounding.
“Focus here,” he murmured against me, voice wrecked.
By the time the thunder faded, I was shaking for an entirely different reason.
He looked up at me—eyes dark, mouth wet—and for a second, neither of us said anything. The storm still raged, but inside me, something else had broken wide open.
Outside, thunder kept talking.
Inside, the silence finally did.
When the lights flickered, he stood and offered me his hand.
We didn’t say a word.
TRACK. 24. WOOD (4:22)
AUDREY
Rainwater dripped down my hair and into my collar as Taylor’s car rolled into the lot.
The windshield wipers beat one last rhythm before he cut the engine, stepping out and circling to my side.
He opened my door without a word, the storm still echoing between us.
I leaned into him on the walk to our suite, slipping off my soaked shoes at the door before heading down the hall.
