Page 7 of Taffy
“Get on the bike,” he commands.
Troy
With her soft body pressed against my back and her arms around my middle, I can barely keep the bike straight on the road. All I can think about is the sound of her moans and the way she tastes. I’m obsessed over the idea of seeing her naked and pushing myself into her body, filling her womb, and doing things right this time. I want her in my bed, my life, myheart. And we only just met today. It seems too soon to be thinking any of this. But it's the only thing I want. I would risk it all for her.
When I stop the bike in front of the townhouse, she doesn’t move. Instead, she snuggles closer and sighs into the quiet of the evening. “Do you think she’ll understand?” she asks.
I place my hand over hers, allowing our fingers to intertwine as my entire body heats.I want her so bad.“I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m her father. You’re her best friend.”The words leave my mouth like a weak plea. Kate’s unknown reaction is the single most important reason for me to fight against my screaming body.
“She could be happy for us,” she provides, hopefully.
“Or she won’t.” I look over my shoulder and lock eyes with her.
She releases her hold on my waist and pulls the helmet off her head. “Probably the most likely scenario, huh?”
I bounce a shoulder. “Probably.”
She looks toward the front door, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth. “Or, because she loves us both, she’ll learn to accept it.”
We lock eyes again. “Maybe,” I say, holding out my hand to help her off the bike.
“I’ll take a maybe,” she says, moving in front of me, pressing her lips together in this beautifully innocent way that has all of me wanting all of her.
“You’d take that risk on a guy you just met?”
She nods. “I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t want to let it go, and I don’t want to pretend it isn’t happening. The idea of that makes my chest hurt, and I feel like I don’t even want to breathe if it means I can’t be close enough to touch you.”
I get off the bike and take her face in my hands, my thumbs moving against her soft cheeks as what I can only describe as pure, unadulterated love floods my veins.I can’t live another minute without this girl.“Do you believe in soulmates, Tina?”
She nods. “I’ve been saving myself for that very reason.”
My brow lifts in question. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods again. “And if you truly believe that you and I are soulmates, I want to give it to you.”
“I never thought one woman could be so unbelievably perfect,” I whisper, overwhelmed by the fact that this girl could be mine and mine alone. “Yet, here you are.”
“Here I am,” she says with a smile. “Now you just have to decide what you want to do with me. What comes next, Troy?”
Tina
He follows me into the building, staying a step back like he’s still unsure that this is something we should be doing. My heart hammers because I feel the same, but there’s a devil on my shoulder, urging me to listen to my body and my heart, and I feel powerless against it. I need this man. One look, one touch, and somehow I knew we belonged. That can’t be wrong. It can only be right.
I leave the door open as I step through and turn around to face him. He pauses at the threshold, his eyes taking a slow drag over my body from the ground up. He lingers at the most important parts, and I find myself wanting to touch myself if he won’t do it for me.
“Do you want me to lock you out again?” I ask, reaching behind myself and pulling the zipper in the back of my dress down my spine. The fabric loosens, and my heart beats in my ears.I think I’ll die if he walks away from me right now. Being a bigger girl, I’ve never felt confident in my body. I’ve always been too big to feel sexy, too clumsy to feel beguiling. But under Troy’s gaze, I’m this confident minx I’ve never met before. He’s sparked something in me.
“No,” he says, stepping through and closing us in. “I’d only break it down to get to you.”
His words make my heart swell to bursting as I lower my shoulder and let the strap of my dress fall down my arm.
Troy’s eyes stray from mine. “Take it all the way off, baby.”
I do as he says, emboldened by the fact his jeans are tenting and straining against his obvious arousal. I never imagined a man this beautiful and broad would want someone like me. But it’s obvious that he does. I’m so wet from excitement that it’s practically running down my legs.
Watching him with hungry interest, I allow the dress to fall to the floor. It feels like a cloud landing at my feet, and my nipples peak and tingle with the way his eyes darken and he stalks toward me. He stops about an inch away from touching me, and I have to fight the urge to lean close and rub my breasts against his shirt. “Won’t you touch me?” I ask instead, nerves dancing in my belly while my clit throbs with need.
“Is this what you want?” He lifts a hand and places it on my hip, tracing my curves up to the heavy base of my breasts and back down to the juncture of my thighs. “You’re soaked.” His voice is thick and rough as he presses his fingers against the drenched material of my panties. “Tell me I did this to you.”
