Page 50 of Broken: Taylor

Dinner was delicious. They sat across from each other at the kitchen table and drank another glass of wine with the meal.

She looked around the room. “What did you do with Eric? He could have stayed.”

“He went over to Tobias’. They’re gaming or something.”

“I don’t want to impose. We could have met for dinner.”

“Last time we went out to dinner, some guy slipped you his phone number.”

Interesting, he had noticed. Allison chuckled. “That's right. I forgot about that.”

“So you never called him?”

“Nope.”

His lips curved but he didn’t say anything as he pushed up to collect the plates. Allison helped him rinse and place them in the sink. He insisted she leave everything else as is and they went into the living room.

Taylor moved with an assured fluidity that made one barely notice his limp. Perhaps it was the fact he had an amazing and distracting physique so Allison couldn’t help but follow his every movement.

“Anything you want to watch?” Taylor held the remote control and pointed it to the television. “Movie?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Channels flicked and different shows popped onto the screen, both or one would say no and Taylor would flip to the next one. Finally both stopped and stared at the screen as a couple in the throws of sex was splayed across the screen. Taylor’s Adam’s apple bobbed and Allison cleared her throat. “Porn channel?”

The screen changed to an action flick and Taylor put the control down. “HBO. Same thing.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. The action broke the ice and at once Allison felt at ease. “You need to tell me what’s up. Something’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

How to start? “Yes. I suppose there is. I’ve decided to take my own advice and be up front with you.”

“Okay.” His face hardened as if he waited for her to tell him she was going to die or something. “What’s up?”

After a couple sips of wine, she put the glass aside and she met his gaze. “I want to date. Get to know you on a personal level.”

“Date?” Clue in the oblivious male. “Go out to places you mean? I though we already do that.”

“No, we don’t. We went out once as friends. You guarded me after the murder. We slept together and then you never called me again.”

“You know why.” Once again, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I want to date you too.”

“Taylor. Are you taking me serious?”

Another Kiss. “Very much so.”

“Stop it.” Her pulse was jumping and it became hard to breathe normally. “I mean a relationship.”

His brows went from furrowing to rising. “You don't want that.”

“Yes, I do.” This time she couldn’t help but kiss him back. “I want to see where we can take this. There’s definitely chemistry between us.”

With a long intake of breath, his wide chest lifted and lowered and he pulled Allison against him. The hard surface was warm and enticing her to press her lips against his throat.

“Not sure I can satisfy a woman right now Allison. It’ll be a while before I can do much. You don’t need to be dating a man who can’t make love to you the right way.”

She pushed up, resisting the urge to smack him. “Taylor, seriously? Although I admit sex with you is great, that is not my main motivator. I care for more than your body. Despite what I said during the stupid phone call earlier.”

He didn’t look convinced. Instead once again pulled her against him. This time Allison gave in to the urge and kissed his throat, trailing her lips from the side of his jawline to his ear. “You know you like me,” she whispered and traced his ear with her tongue. “You wanna kiss me.”

The deep rumble of his chuckle was oh so sexy.