Yeah. There is. But we might not be on the same page with what those things are. Time to find out.
I grab her gently by the throat and kiss her like I haven’t seen in her days. She moans against me and opens up so I can slip my tongue against hers. She groans louder and turns feral on me. We end up crashing into the bench, a wagon, and the fallen watering can before I hoist her into my arms and take her out of the greenhouse before we demolish it by accident.
She’s in another sundress. I swear she must own a thousand of these things. And she looks incredible in each one.
“Bedroom,” she orders, pulling my baseball hat off and putting it backwards on her head.
“Yes, ma’am.”
After some stumbling and fumbling, I navigate us to the bedroom and lay her down on her perfectly made bed with it’s too many pillows and extra blankets folded at the foot of it. Taylor watches me kick off my shoes and bites her lip. These hungry looks of hers make me feel like a god.
Time to worship.
Kicking my shoes off, I crawl up her body and kiss every inch along the way.
“I’m starving,” I growl, rucking up her dress. Kissing her inner thighs, I work my way to the best place on earth and go for her clit without hesitation. Her legs slam shut around my head.
“Conner, wait.”
I pause. Lift my gaze to hers. Cock my eyebrow and don’t move.
She’s red-faced already. “I don’t want this.”
My heart crashes instantly and I back off. “Okay.”
Wow. That was not where I thought this was going. At least not so soon. Sitting back on my haunches, I’m at a loss on what else to say.
Taylor sits up. “I wantthis.” She grabs my hard dick through my jeans. “Inside me. Now.”
My insecurities have whiplash.
“You sure? Because this is the last step. Once I’m in, I’m not coming out.”
“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.” She tugs my shirt off and kisses me frantically. “Please. I’m dying for you.”
My ego is a monster.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get back, stopping myself from texting you to hurry up all day.” She pulls on my zipper. “The wait is killing me.”
And here I’ve been wasting the day, trying to stay away so she could have space and time to get shit done without me as a distraction.
We really need to work on our timing skills. I feel like I’ve once again left her hanging when all I wanted to do was be with her.
“Do you have any condoms?” I bought some for camping, just in case we went for it last night, but I left those at home.
“No.”
Shit.
“I’m on birth control though. It’s for my periods, not for sex. I mean…” She swipes a curl from her face. “I’ve never let someone…” She’s so flustered, she can’t look at me. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before.”
Don’t be happy about that. Don’t be happy about that. Don’t be—
I’m so fucking happy about that.
If this makes me a complete neanderthal, so be it. I want to be the one and only man who feels her with no barrier.
“It’s up to you.” She takes a deep breath and waits for me to make a move. When I don’t, she jumps back into yapping mode. “Have you done that before with someone? Gone… raw?”
