TAYLOR
Victor walked out of the bathroom just as Taylor entered her bedroom. She paused at the sight of him. He was so beautifully masculine. He was still a bit wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. Little beads of water dripped down his muscular torso to the V that disappeared into his towel. His wet, dark hair was slicked back, exposing even more of his handsome face.
Maybe she wasn’t being rational, but the thought of losing the man she loved so very much was ripping her apart from the inside. Taylor’s head fell. Her entire body tensed up when Victor crossed the room in three giant steps and grabbed her by her shoulders.
“Taylor, sweetheart, you’re killing me,” he whispered painfully. “I love you so much, baby.”
Without looking at him, Taylor whispered, “I know you do, Victor.”
Victor gently squeezed her shoulders. “Look at me,” he prompted. When Taylor didn’t respond, his voice became more forceful. “Look at me, Taylor!”
Taylor tore her eyes away from his chest and reluctantly, look into his eyes.
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“No,” Taylor responded with a weak voice.
“Ever? Even once?” Victor prodded.
“No,” Taylor said, shaking her head.
“Then why don’t you trust me?”
Taylor could see the pain in his eyes. His voice was filled with agony. Suddenly, not trusting Victor seemed like a betrayal. “I do trust you, Victor.” Taylor sighed.
“Then why have you turned away from me? You’ve denied me the affection that I need from the woman I love. I didn’t do this, babe.”
Tears welled up in Taylor’s eyes. Victor was right. He didn’t create the situation. And he was just as affected, if not more, by Rosemary’s return.
“I’m sorry,” Taylor whimpered. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s not your fault.”
Victor pulled Taylor into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her hands on his broad back. Her fingers dipped into sinewy muscles as they slid across his back.
“Don’t you wanna marry me, sweetheart? Don’t you wanna be my wife?”
“Yes, baby. Of course, I want to marry you. I love you,” Taylor professed.
“That’s good because you already said yes, and I have no plans on letting you change your mind.”
Taylor’s head relaxed against his wide chest and inhaled his fresh scent. He rubbed her back gently as he held her tight. The sound of his heartbeat coordinated with the beat of hers.
“Victor, bae, I was just feeling insecure,” Taylor admitted.
Victor eased her off of his chest and cupped her face in his hands. He forced her to look up at him and into his beautiful green eyes.
“Hear me, Taylor. There is no woman that haseverwalked the face of this earth that should cause you to be insecure. There isn’t a word in any language that could describe what you mean to me. Ifuckinglove you. And I ain’t livin’ without you.”
Speechless from his declaration, Taylor smiled and nodded her head. Victor pulled her face to his and pressed his lips to hers. Taylor tightened her grip on his back and moaned when Victor slipped his tongue between her lips and deepened the kiss. As they made love with their mouths, Victor removed his hands from Taylor’s face and wrapped his arm around her waist. With his other hand, he cupped her butt and lifted her off of her feet. Taylor wrapped her legs around Victor’s waist and pushed her eager center against his hard dick. She rubbed against him, causing his towel to fall to the floor. Knowing that Victor was in his beautifully naked glory, pushed Taylor to the brink of frenzy. She loved Victor, needed him. She needed to feel his love from the inside out. Taylor held on tight as Victor carried her across the room. He placed her on the bed and undressed her slowly. Reverently, Victor worshiped her entire body for most of the night.
