Dalton
Aiden was going to kill me.
I fucked his little sister. Ugh, why did that have to sound so taboo? She was an adult, a grown woman capable of making her own decisions and having sex with whomever she chose. She just happened to choose me, the one person forbidden to touch her. This was not going to go over well. He was bound to find out because, quite frankly, I planned on doing it again. And again. And again. In fact, I hoped to make it a regular occurrence.
My mind raced as I laid there holding Taylor while she slept. We were both naked and I could feel her smooth, bare skin against mine. She felt good curled into my side, my arm cradled around her shoulders, her head resting in the crook of mine. I’d waited years for this. I just hoped I hadn’t jeopardized my friendship with Aiden. I mean, he set those boundaries when we were teenagers. Surely he didn’t still expect me to honor them. Taylor didn’t need his protection anymore. He was no longer warding off the horndogs we went to high school with. Taylor was smart and capable of choosing a partner based on her own wants and needs. I just hoped he would be able to see that and didn’t cut my dick off when I got home, after he inevitably found out I hooked up with her.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing mind. We had another adventure-filled day ahead of us and I needed to get some rest. Hopefully our day would start with more horizontal aerobics.
***
I got my wish when I woke up the next morning. Taylor’s small, soft hand pressed to the center of my chest and my pulse accelerated under her touch. She slowly slid it down my abdomen, the muscles tightening as she brushed over them. Her touch was electric. My skin tingled everywhere she touched me, a current of desire passing through her hand and landing between my legs. I rose to the occasion quickly, and when she reached for me, I was hard and ready. She moaned into my throat when her fingers wrapped around my cock. I fought the urge to thrust my hips into her grasp, digging my fingers into her hip.
I breathed her in, basking in the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut that permeated the air. There was something else that clung to her skin, barely detectable past her own delicious aroma. There were notes of spice and bergamot, a mixture I was all too familiar with. It was my scent clinging to her body, holding on as proof that we’d shared an intimate connection. And I fucking loved it.
The moment I’d fantasized about for years finally became reality. I’d forgotten just how badly I wanted her. I’d loved Gianna and was loyal to only her when we were together. Any time thoughts of Taylor started to creep in, I would push them from my mind and focus on the woman with whom I planned to spend the rest of my life. Now that I had Taylor, I realized those fantasies didn’t have shit on the real thing.
I pulled her on top of me and she straddled my hips. Her grip remained on my solid length and she continued to pump. Her lips were pink and pouty from my kiss and her skin was flushed.
“I need to be inside you,” I confessed, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“I need that, too.” Her voice was soft and wispy, barely audible past the blood rushing in my ears.
“Hold on,” I instructed and slid from beneath her. I located my suitcase in the walk-in closet, digging for the small cardboard box I’d packed just in case. I hadn’t planned on using them with Taylor, but I hadn’t planned not to, either.
When I got on that plane five days ago, I had no expectations concerning my travelling companion. I was still licking my wounds, my heart and ego battered and bruised by Gianna’s betrayal. It still stung when I thought of her, but it no longer made the center of my chest ache. Taylor was healing me. She was everything I wanted but didn’t know I needed.
I finally pulled the condoms free and headed back to the bed. Thankfully, I’d had one in my wallet last night and didn’t have to do a search and recover mission just to find one. It was a good thing, because I might have done something stupid in the heat of the moment. That thought sobered me, reminding me to make an appointment with my doctor to get checked when I got home. Gianna had been cheating on me, and although she never came right out and admitted to sleeping with him, I knew she had. I wasn’t stupid. A woman didn’t call off her wedding the week of her nuptials for a man she hadn’t taken for a test drive yet.
That thought gave me pause. Was he better than me? She always seemed quite satisfied with our sex life, so I never considered she might be looking elsewhere for what I wasn’t giving her. That was a blow to my ego, and now I was letting my cheating ex fiancé ruin my morning with the fantastic woman I shared a bed with last night.
I looked up and all thoughts of Gianna evaporated. Taylor was sitting up on the bed on her knees, her hair mussed and cascading around her shoulders. Her eyes drank me in and she licked her lips. I did the same. She was completely naked, her beautiful body on full display. She was perfect. Her breasts were full and perky and tipped with the prettiest shade of pink. Her skin was bronzed and just a tiny bit freckled. Her bright hazel eyes seemed to glow as she watched me stalk back to the bed. They were full of desire and something a little deeper, something that resembled long-held adoration.
Something akin to affection tightened around my heart, lacing itself through every chamber. I’d known this woman most of my life, grew up with her, had her throw herself at me as a teenager, only to be forced to reject her. Not anymore. I couldn’t resist her any longer, my friendship with Aiden be damned.
I reached for her, sliding my hand to the back of her head and tangling my fingers into the hair at her nape. My lips caught hers and I poured the last eight years of longing into our kiss. Her hands came up to my shoulders as I wrapped my free arm around her waist and crushed her to me. My body ignited, my skin aflame everywhere she touched me.
We sank down onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and tongues. She pushed against my chest, straddling my hips as my back hit the sheets. She knew exactly what she wanted and there was no stopping her from getting it. But why the hell would I want to?
When I ripped the foil open, she took it from me and eagerly slid the rubber down my shaft. My head fell back and I groaned at the sensation of her hands on me. I opened them just as she angled her body over mine, lining my full arousal up with her entrance. Our eyes locked as she lowered herself down onto my length. Her lips parted with a gasp and I fought to keep my eyes open so I could watch her. She moved her hips, rocking back and forth, a soft moan escaping as she braced herself on my abdomen. My hands splayed over the tops of her thighs, gripping her tightly. Her breasts bounced, the motion completely mesmerizing. I let my hands drift up her sides and settle on her breasts, gently kneading and caressing them. Her hands came up and settled on the backs of mine and she squeezed, encouraging me to keep touching her. I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, watching them pebble before rolling and tugging them. She moaned and arched into my touch.
I pumped into her, taking over and setting a new rhythm. She started groaning and making the same sexy noises she made last night just before she came. I released one breast and found her clit with my thumb, circling it, slow at first and then faster, matching the speed of my thrusts. She fell apart, crying out with her release. I stilled soon after, finding my own climax, and her head fell to my chest. It took us several minutes to catch our breath and collect ourselves. I cupped her face, bringing her lips to mine. It was a slow, sweet kiss and I savored it. I wanted to remember this moment, this point in time where no one else existed but us. Where we were hundreds of miles from home, secluded in our own little paradise.