That sounded nice too, but it doesn’t change a damn thing.
“Goddamn it.” When he says it, though, he doesn’t sound angry. It’s more frustrated.
Again, not my problem.
I feel his hand touch my cheek. He uses his finger to nudge my chin up so I’m looking at him. “Honey. Please stop. I can’t take you being upset.”
I roll my eyes but keep crying. I want to tell him to get used to it, but I can’t talk yet. My nose is running, and I bet I look like bloody hell, as Cooke Thompson might say.
When I feel his lips touch mine, my crying stops immediately. New thoughts are running through my head now. When his mouth leaves mine, I reach up and place my hands on his face to pull it back down, andIkisshim—and I mean Ireallykiss him. I know my wet cheeks are now getting him all wet, but I don’t care. When I open my mouth and our tongues meet, I can’t believe how good it feels. I wrap my arms and legs around him holding on tight. His body presses down against mine while his fingers weave into my hair.
It’s amazing.
It’s hotter than our first kiss. Our lips are sealed together, tongues battling for dominance. Our bodies are melded together. God, I wish we were naked. That’d make this so much better.
I feel his dick against me, and I shift my hips upward so I can really feel it. Luke moans first, but I’m not far behind.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he pulls his mouth away. I whimper a little, but he’s not stopping this. His lips touch my cheek, then my neck, and down the side to my shoulder. I also feel warm skin on my stomach; his hand has found its way into my oversized tee, and I’m grateful for it. His hand moves up fast until it’s on top of my left breast. Once there, he squeezes and says, “Fucking amazing tits,” in a deep husky voice.
“Thanks,” I say fast, then “Pinch my nipple.”
“Jesus.” Luke’s mouth finds mine again for a hungry, deep kiss while his finger and thumb pinch me like I asked. He did it right. Just hard enough. God, I’m wet. So freaking wet I can feel it. I want his hands, his everything. I reach down between us so I can get a feel for him when something terrible happens.
Someone knocks on my door.
We both suddenly stop what we’re doing, and I want to cry again in frustration.
“Tayler?” Quinn’s voice is soft. “Um… Gage needs to leave.”
Luke and I stare at one another. He smiles first, and then me. “Okay. We’ll be out in a minute,” I call out. As soon as I can get my body under control.
I push on his chest a little, but he takes my hands in his. He’s still pressed up against me when he says, “I changed my mind.”
I’m not sure I want to hear this. “About?”
“Us.”
I feel my eyes burn again and attempt to pull away from him.
“Let me finish. Jesus.” Luke’s voice sounds cranky.
I stop moving for now. “So finish.”
“Wish I could,” he mumbles. Looking into my eyes, he leans down and kisses my lips softly. “There’s something here.” He pauses. “With you and me.”
“Chemistry.”
“That’s part of it. I’d like to see where this goes.” Luke swallows so loudly that I hear it. “But you’ve got to cut me some slack, Tayler. I may not be able to do it. Relationships and me… they don’t take.”
Oh. My. God. He said “relationship.” I want to squeal with delight, but I can’t speak right this second, so I just nod. And smile. My smile is huge.
“And we need to finish what we started. Tonight.”
I nod quickly. “Tonight.”
“My place. Bring your shit to stay over.”
“Tonight.” I’m staying overnight with Luke Green. At his house.Holy shit.
