11. Taylor
Chapter eleven
Taylor
Player slows things down, like something in him has shifted. He touches my hair, and his eyes move over it. “Still as long as it used to be.”
“Close.”
“You always had such gorgeous hair. Thick and silky.” His eyes drop to mine. “You gonna let me have you, Taylor?”
I cup his face and pull his mouth to mine, whispering just before his lips land on mine. “What do you think?” Then I show him the answer with my kiss.
After long minutes of kissing and clinging to each other, he lifts his mouth an inch and whispers, “I’ve missed you, Tay.”
“I’ve missed you, too. So much.”
It’s been years since I’ve been with this man.
There’s so much I want to know. I wonder what he’s been doing all this time.
Has there been anyone since Debbie? Has he been in love again?
Has he knocked any girl up? Maybe he’s a father.
There’s so much I don’t know. He’s been in the club for years now.
Has it changed him, or is he still the same man I fell in love with?
He tilts my face to his with a finger under my chin. Perhaps he can see all those things I’m wondering about in my eyes. He shakes his head. “No questions tonight. We can get to all that tomorrow, I promise. Tonight… tonight I just want to feel and remember everything we had.”
“And find out if it’s still there?” I whisper.
“I already know the answer, at least for me. It’s still there, hell, I don’t think it ever left me.”
His mouth lowers to mine, and he pulls me to his hard body. I melt against him, feeling safe, protected, and treasured. His touch is gentle but firm. Finally, he lifts his head to stare into my eyes. “Let me in, Taylor.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.
Player moves to the bedside and lights a fat candle, then returns to me.
He takes both my hands in his. “Let me take care of you tonight, okay?”
I nod, lost in the deep feelings I see in his eyes and completely under his spell.
He threads his fingers through my hair. “Soft as silk. Always was.”
I lift my hands to the snaps of his denim shirt, popping them free, one by one.
He shrugs it off his shoulders, then strips the black t-shirt underneath.
My gaze drops to his muscled chest and the colorful ink that scrolls across it. In the moonlight I can’t make out what it all is, but it looks badass, and I stroke my palms over his skin. His belly quivers under my fingertips, and he drags in a shuddering breath.
At my touch?
He’s ridged with muscle and just a soft, thin trail of hair to his belly button that disappears into his jeans.
I lift my gaze to his. He’s got that same smoldering hunger in his eyes I remember so well from high school, only this time it’s mixed with danger and a commanding presence that ups the heat level off the charts.
“Turn around,” he orders softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his hands already on my waist, turning me, taking control.
He’d already ripped the hoodie over my head, and it lies on the floor. Now he works my t-shirt slowly up my ribs, then off. His mouth nuzzles the nape of my neck, and his lips press kisses along the bare skin of my shoulders until the anticipation has me trembling.
He mistakes my reaction, whispering in my ear, “You nervous, Taylor?”
I shake my head and tilt it, giving him better access.
“You know I’d never hurt you, not in a million years. I can take this as slowly and gently as you want—as you need—sweetheart.”
I melt inside at his words and drop my head against his chest. He tugs my jeans down, and I step out of them. His palms trail up my bare legs and ass as he stands, then reaches for the hook of my bra. It falls to the carpet at my feet. Now I’ve nothing on but a pair of lacy satin panties.
He steps closer, his arm snakes around my waist from behind, and he hauls me against his big, solid body.
I gasp, and his rough hands close over my bare breasts, turning the gasp to a moan.
The candlelight flickers over my skin in golden hues while desire licks over my body.
Player dips his head to my shoulder, his cheek to mine, and he watches as he squeezes and thrums his thumbs over my peaked nipples. And oh my God… the way it feels.
I loll my head on his shoulder and moan in pleasure.
“God, you’re beautiful. The way you react to me, Taylor… prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I rub myself against him; his words working their magic on me and making me want to give him everything—anything—he wants. I love the feel of him pressed tight to me, his chest to my back, and his arms around me.
It feels… safe.
“What’s this?” His fingertips brush over the small tattoo on the swell of my left breast—the word Player drawn in swirling cursive with a small crown next to it. “Is…” He hesitates a moment. “Is that for me?”
No use denying it. The truth of how I feel about this man—how I’ve always felt about him—is written on my skin.
He turns me to face him and searches my face. “Why?”
My eyes fill, and I shake my head. I can’t say the words, but I can show him.
I loop my arms around his neck to pull his mouth to mine. This time his kiss is savage, taking everything I give as I drop my head back and let him drink his fill.
He growls deep in his throat, the sound vibrating from his mouth to mine.
He guides me to my back, kneeling over me.
His hands slide to my thighs, and I whimper in pleasure as his palms glide along my inner thighs, pressing them open. I clench my knees together out of instinct.
“Uh-uh, little one,” he purrs. “Don’t close them. Let me see, Taylor. Show me how wet you are.” He tugs my legs open, spreading them wide, and this time I let him.
His eyes drop to my soaked panties, and his face tightens in the candlelight, something wild and hungry reflected in his eyes.
His hand slides up my thigh, and my breath catches with each inch, until his thumb brushes lightly over the lacy edge.
I moan, trembling, and when my hips buck traitorously, pushing against his hand like my body is desperate for more, his eyes meet mine, and the blue depths darken.
His palm slides over the front of my panties, and I gasp, panting as the pleasure melts through me.
“So wet for me, baby,” he groans. His thumb strokes my pussy through the satin fabric, every drag across it lighting every sensitive nerve ending. Pleasure pulses as blood rushes to my pussy lips. My breath skitters in and out in anticipation of his next move.
I lie there, my bare breasts quivering in the flickering golden light of the candle’s flame.
He plants a hand on the mattress at my hip, and leans close, his breath on my bare thighs, making my skin prickle and shiver, and then he looks at me, his gaze locks with mine, and all I can do is drown in his eyes.
“I think we should take these off.”
His thumb keeps stroking me as his fingers slide to the edge of my panties. He hooks them at my hips and starts to tug them off, drawing it out as he peels them lower, until he can see my bare pussy.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he growls, his face blazing with lust and heat. His fingers tighten, tugging my panties off my legs.
My breath catches as I feel his beard across my thighs and then my bare pussy. He pauses for one second, his eyes flicking to mine, and I see the fire burning in them.
“Please,” I hiss quietly, desperate to feel his mouth on me.
He leans in, and when his tongue drags over my bare lips, I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure melts through me.
His tongue drags over my clit, and I gasp, trembling and bucking my hips wantonly against his mouth.
“You greedy for it, baby?” he purrs, grinning wickedly, his eyes blazing.
“Yes.”
He pushes his tongue into me, and I shudder in a breath as he fucks me with it. My body trembles and quivers. He licks me faster and more insistently, and his hands pin my thighs wide. That wicked tongue of his slides up and down my lips, pushing in, then sliding upward to swirl around my clit.
He settles his shoulders between my thighs, grabs each cheek of my ass with his big hands, and yanks me to him.
My mouth goes slack and my eyes hood, lust and pleasure soaring through me.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He gives me what I want, his tongue swirling around my clit, again and again until I start to come undone.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. I’m gonna make this little pussy come all over my tongue,” he growls. Pleasure explodes through my body as he sucks my clit between his lips and then releases it to tease it mercilessly.
“Oh my God,” I pant.
He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them to find that little trigger spot, and I buck wildly against him. He just tightens his hold, forcing me to take what he gives me.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan, my head rolling from side to side. It’s never been like this with anyone else.
“I know you do. I still remember what you like.” He adds his thumb to my clit while those fingers work me faster and faster, until I throw my head back, arch my body, and explode, crying out in ecstasy.
I shudder, rubbing against him over and over, until finally I whimper and melt against the comforter.
I’m trembling as he moves over me, his hot body coming down on mine. His face is a mask of lust as he cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine.
I taste myself on his lips and moan into his mouth.
He lifts his head, and his eyes blaze into mine.
“That was fucking beautiful, Taylor. I love watching you come for me. And I’m not nearly done with you, baby.”
His palm slides over my belly, across my ribs, and closes over the mound of my breast. He squeezes, and I arch into his hand. He rubs his thumb back and forth across my erect, sensitive nipple, and I suck in a breath.
“Oh God… more,” I whimper. My whole-body strains, aching, and desperate for more.
He pins my hands over my head, holding them firm with one hand, then dips his head and closes over the tight bud, laving it with his tongue, and then sucking so hard I writhe beneath him, wanting everything he gives me.