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If any other girl had said that he’d be on his way out the door already. “You didn’t, but your old boyfriend did mention you had a huge poster of me in your bedroom.” He felt his chest puff out.
She giggled. “I still have it.”
“On your bedroom wall?” He chuckled. “I want to see.”
“I don’t need you on my wall anymore.” She licked her lips. “You’re right here.”
“But you needed me before?” Taylor brushed his lips against hers and smirked. “Why?”
“I told you already. I had a huge crush on you and…” She paused.
“And?”
Taylor knew she might be a little embarrassed, but he wanted her to be comfortable enough to tell him anything. Especially this. Even if it was just her adolescent fantasy, it was part of their story now, and he needed her to share it with him.
She took a breath and tilted her head. “My dad traveled a lot for his job—he’s a divisional vice president in health care. Anyway, my grandma was with me when I was little, but when I was sixteen she retired and moved to Florida. My dad said I was old enough to look out for myself so I was alone most of the time. I used to imagine you were watching out for me—there with me. Silly, huh?”
He shook his head and ran his fingers through her hair.
“Your eyes, in that image, seemed to follow me.” She giggled. “I may have even had conversations with that poster on my wall.” She shook her head. “God, I can’t believe I’m actually telling you this, but I used to lay in my bed, touch myself, and fantasize it was you.” She raised her sea glass eyes to lock with his. “When I gave Danny my v-card I was looking at you. When he ended it I cried to you and I wished…”
“What did you wish for, little bird?”
“You.”
“And sometimes wishes come true.” He traced her plump bottom lip with his thumb. “Show me.”
“What?”
“How you touched yourself.”
He watched her pupils dilate to big black saucers right before his eyes. Chloe blinked once and pulled her shirt over her head. Taylor lowered the straps of lace down her arms. Her breathing was deep and rapid. He was mesmerized as he watched the swells of her breasts heave inside the cream silk cups. She reached behind her and then he was gazing at those perfectly ripe cherry nipples. He licked his lips. She pinched them once between her fingers and got up from his lap, moving to the center of the blanket.
She wasn’t the least bit shy. Confidence and vulnerability were a killer combo and those were the very qualities that attracted him to Chloe more than anything. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa, placed it beneath her head, and closed her eyes. Then she cupped her breasts and squeezed. Taylor loved everything about them. Creamy skin. Sensitive nipples. They fit in his hand and his mouth like they were made for him.
Taylor thought she would play with her nipples then, but she didn’t. Instead, Chloe sensually trailed her fingertips down her ribcage, over her belly, and back up again. She did this several times, her bottom lip between her teeth, and it was sexy as fuck.
He knelt right beside her, but he didn’t touch her. “Tell me what you’re thinking of, baby.”
“Your fingertips on my skin. I would lie on my bed and imagine it was you touching me.”
Damn.
Her words went straight to his dick. Taylor unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it behind him. Chloe lightly brushed her thumbs over her nipples. She arched her back and her lips parted at the faint touch. As much as he ached to touch her, he held himself back. Not yet.
He squeezed his dick through his jeans. “How do they feel?”
She did pinch her nipples then and rolled them between her fingers. Chloe bit down on her bottom lip as a hand left her breast to snake down her body. It disappeared inside the waistband of her pants.
A soft moan was the only answer she gave him.
Those urges Chloe always aroused in him clamored to break free. Taylor stood and shucked his jeans. He peeled her pants down her legs and knelt between her thighs. She rubbed slow lazy circles around her clit with two fingers. He pushed her thighs farther apart and gazed upon her smooth wet cunt. It glistened in the candlelight. So beautiful. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her deep into his lungs and held it there.
Mine.
For that space in time Chloe was his. Just his.
Mine.
