Chapter 12
Conner
Holy. Shit. Is this real?
As I suds up, my mouth still feels like hers is pressed to it. Her taste lingers on my tongue. The little noises she made still ring in my ears.
I came here to figure out if she likes me and I think I got my answer, guys.
Fucking hell, my dick’s so hard it could punch through a cement wall. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve pined over this woman for most of my life and now look. My patience has paid off.
Except… she left the shower. Just after I went down on my knees for her, she left me. It’s hard to not read into it too much, and she did tell me to hurry up and meet her in the bedroom so maybe it’s all good. She didn’t leave because I turned her off.
But what if?
What if she’s reconsidering this?
Did we just screw everything up?
Relax, asshole. She nearly ripped your clothes to shreds out there. She wants you.
Yeah. Okay. I’ve got this.
My hands shake as I turn off the water and grab a towel. Quickly drying off, I feel a little sick. I’m scared of what I’ll find in her bedroom. Will Taylor be dressed or naked? Does she want to talk or bang orsomething else? Do I get dressed or go out in a towel or stroll in there naked with my dick leading the way?
Wiping the steam off her mirror, I stare at my reflection and the fading bruises on my face. I wish I looked better than this. She deserves a good-looking man, not a bruised, rugged, dirt man like me.
Shit, my heart’s pounding hard. How many beats per minute before I’m in stroke territory? I’ve never been nervous like this before. Any woman I’ve been with was no big deal to me—harsh but true. Taylor’s theonlybig deal to me. And now I have to go out there and face her and see where this goes. Today is the day. Carpe Taylor.
After securing a towel around my hips and fixing my hair so the curls look decent, I use her mouthwash just as an extra boost of confidence. Her bathroom is across the hall from her bedroom, and I see her pacing in a robe. When she spots me coming, she panics, grabs a book, and sits on the edge of her bed.
But her ass misses the mattresses, and she falls flat on her ass.
“Ooof!”
I rush over to her and help her up. “Are you okay?” I ask, laughing.
She gives me the cutest babydoll eyes and her cheeks burst into shades of red. “I’m good.” Taylor grabs my hand, and I help her up, then we both sit on the bed next to each other. “My pride is so bruised right now.”
“Can’t be any worse than my face.”
We laugh again and I have no idea where to go from here. Is this it? Have we friended too hard that taking any steps in the romance department willdevolve into giggles and jokes?
Silence falls between us and I’m pretty sure she’s going to give me the “look, Conner, this is nice and all but maybe we shouldn’t take it further. I love you like a brother, so this is too weird.”
If that happens, I’m going to drive my truck off the nearest cliff.
“Taylor…” I shift so I can face her better. “I’m—”
She attacks me like a cougar with a rabbit. My girl straddles my lap and kisses me hard and rips her robe off and is absolute chaos. I go right along with it because hell yeah.
My hands skate all over her silky skin and I cup her breasts, desperate to suck on them. Urging her up higher so I can do just that, my tongue swirls around her tight nipple and I suckle on one, then the other. Damn, the noises she’s making are phenomenal.
We start kissing again and Taylor scrapes her nails across my pecs and goes further down, down, down until she reaches my towel. “Take this off,” she urges.
“Take it off yourself.”
She arches her brow. Then the biggest smile ever spreads across her sweet face and she yanks the towel so damn hard my ass lifts off the bed. She tugs and tugs until I’m out of it and then she tosses it on the floor.
