Chapter 7 Taylor
TAYLOR
“Would you like to spend the night with me?”
His question shocks me, but at the same time, it doesn’t, because secretly, I was hoping it would end this way.
Reaching across the table, I place my hands down, palms up.
He places his on top of mine, and I stare into his hazel eyes, which in this light are more green than brown. They’re sparkling and full of hunger.
Inhaling deeply, I breathlessly pant, “Take me home, Linc.”
“Are you sure?”
The fact he’s asking is so sweet and confirms he’s one of the good guys. My head begins to move up and down like a bobblehead. “I’m sure.”
“Your place or mine?”
“I don’t care,” I honestly tell him. “As long as you and I are together and naked, I’ll be happy.”
“This is not how I was picturing tonight ending but I do have to say, I like your ending better.”
“Less talking and more leaving.”
“So bossy,” he teases.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Mr. Schofield, now, let’s get going.”
Without another word, he throws a wad of cash down on the table and stands up. He offers me his hand, and when I place mine in his, he links our fingers, and we exit the restaurant.
Hand in hand, we walk around the side of the restaurant and back to the car.
The need to kiss him washes over me, so I do just that.
I tug on his hand, halting him. He turns to face me, I drop his hand, grip his cheeks in my palms, and kiss him.
My tongue licks along the seam of his lips before I push into his mouth.
His tongue duels with mine, and when he covers my hands with his, it’s game on.
On the sidewalk in Zuma Beach, with the waves crashing into the shore behind us, Linc and I kiss each other as if our lives depend on it.
His lips press against mine, and just like I thought when I first saw him in the library, they are soft and ohh so kissable.
Breaking the connection, I rest my forehead against his, panting.
I stare into his eyes and lose myself. I’ve never felt a connection like this with anyone before, and I want to explore things further.
I want this, and him, like I need my next breath.
Without another word, he takes my hand in his, and we continue over to his car.
Stopping near it, he spins me around, slides his hand around my waist, and begins to kiss me again.
Backing me up against the restaurant building, he attacks my mouth.
Lifting my leg, I hook it around his thigh, and I unabashedly begin to grind myself on him.
My hearts starts thumping. The Earth begins to shake, well, I begin to shake. “Please,” I beg against his lips.
Breaking our kiss, he reaches up and cups my cheek. “I want to, but I’m not about to fuck you in some dark and dingy corner of a parking lot. I’m going to take you back to my place, and as soon as the door clicks closed behind us, you’re mine.”
“Bring it,” I challenge, and from the look in his eye, I’m in for a banging good night.