Page 24 of Taken With You

My eyes widened, and I reached around, holding her close as I kissed her back.

She tasted of whiskey and our dinner. And Meadow. I wanted to kiss her harder, to push her against the door and have my way with her until we both came, but I knew that wasn’t the right move. It would be a horrible idea.

“Jesus,” I drawled, pulling myself back before I pushed her against the door and slid my hand down her pants like I wanted to. I was better than this. I had to be. She deserved more than a quick fuck against a door. She deserved everything. She had, even before, and she sure as hell did now.

“Thank you for dinner,” she whispered, licking her wet lips.

“Yeah. We need to do that again.”

“The kiss?” she asked, her eyes dancing.

“Dinner, the kiss…everything.”

“As long as you promise to play for me.”

“Maybe. But you’re going to have to kiss me again first.”

And then I slammed my mouth down on hers, not able to hold back.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I growled as I kissed her, our tongues sliding against one another.

“We need to stop,” I rasped.

She pulled back, looking into my eyes, and I saw that spark again, the flame that reminded me of who she had been, mixed with the girl I knew now.

“What if we don’t?” she whispered, and I froze.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely coming out through my clenched teeth. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be some fantasy I’d thought up. Maybe a dream. It couldn’t be real.

But I held her in my arms, and I knew it was real. So damn real.

“Yeah. But no promises. Okay? Just make me feel.”

“That I can do.” And then my mouth was on hers again, and her hands were on my back.

I pulled away long enough for her to get her keys out of her purse, and then we were inside, the door closed behind us. I watched as she flipped each lock, making sure we were safe inside. I didn’t resent her for that time. I hated that she felt she had to be that careful, but I was glad for it all the same.

“You have to be sure,” I said again, asking her to reassure us both. “Because as much as you say I have that big ego, I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

She looked at me then, and slid her pin out of her hair, the strands falling in luscious waves down her back and chest.

“Yes…” A pause. “Yes.” This time firmer.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” I whispered, running my hands down her face. “And I think you need gentle, baby girl.”

“No. I don’t think I need it to be too gentle. For now, let’s just be you and me. No past. No future. Only us. It’s what I need. Okay?”

I studied her face and nodded before kissing her again.

She was so soft beneath me, a moan sliding through her lips as I kissed her harder.

I pulled away, only long enough for her to lead me to the bedroom. I looked around her house, noticing small details as we passed, like the fact that she didn’t have any photos on the walls of people, only some of landscapes, places she might’ve been or perhaps some that didn’t mean anything at all.

But then my mouth was on hers again as we entered her bedroom, and I noticed the big bed behind her.

I couldn’t wait to see her splayed out, to join her.

There were no words then, none were needed.