Page 23 of Broken: Taylor

Chapter 9

She knewwhen Taylor walked into the shop. It was as if the air suddenly stilled and electrical currents charged the air. Allison tried her best not to allow the elderly woman to see how he affected her. It was useless as the woman looked to Taylor then to Allison and smiled in a knowing way.

“I think your friend will love this arrangement. Let me ring up the gift for you as well.” Allison moved to stand behind her small counter and tapped the screen.

“Have an enjoyable evening.” The woman tapped Taylor’s arm. “Tell your aunt hello for me. I haven’t seen her in ages.”

“Yes ma’am,” Taylor said, holding the door open for the woman.

The room dimmed when she turned off the floral display lights and then the overhead lights, leaving the room in shadows.

“Did you eat dinner yet?” she asked Taylor, who’d moved to stand by the stairs. “I’ve got minestrone soup in the crockpot and am going to make grilled cheese to go with it.”

He nodded, which told her nothing and silently followed her up the stairs. The silence made her even more aware of his presence. What was it with the damn silent treatment today? Was he pissed about having to come there?

Once inside her apartment, the aroma of soup and the low hum of music greeted them. She always left the music station playing on the television. The soft sounds of jazz made her place less silent at the end of the day.

“Are you in a bad mood?” Allison asked as he walked to the windows and looked up and down the street, scanning it methodically. Both hands on his slender hips showcased the wide expanse of his back and broad shoulders. His ass was not bad either.

“They’ve got a lead. Think it’s a guy from Billings. If so, he’s probably back there now. Eric is there now and hopefully he’ll call shortly and let us know they’ve got him.”

So it meant it was probably his last night there. Allison pulled out a skillet and reached for a loaf of bread she’d bought at the Farmer’s Market just two days prior.

“I hope they do catch him. I’d feel better not imposing so much on you with all this.”

Taylor neared, his gaze intent. “It’s not an imposition at all. I’m glad to be of help. If anything, it’s added something interesting to my boring days.”

“You don’t have boring days. All that work out there at the ranch. I know you’re probably falling behind...”

His kiss took her by surprise. So much so, the loaf of bread landed on the floor next to her foot. The previous hunger for food turned to starvation to have Taylor instead.

While he ravaged her mouth, his hands slid down her sides to cup her butt and pull her against his hardness. And damn was he hard.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips before once again covering her mouth and pushing his tongue deep.

It was like no other kiss before, this time the request was real and strong. So much transpired in the kiss, the way he moaned and pulled her against his body made her legs wobble and her knees weaken.

“I want you Allison.” He pressed a kiss just below her ear. This time she couldn’t keep silent, a soft sound came from her lips.

“Yes,” she said, finally able to formulate words.

Before she could say or do anything else, Taylor continued to kiss her while walking her backwards to the bedroom. He wasn’t wasting time. Any thought would mean one or both could come to the realization of what a huge mistake they were about to make.

Their mouths fused, they continued the savage kiss while undressing. Her dress was first to go leaving her in just bra and panties.

His shoes were followed by hers. Breaking the kiss, he yanked his t-shirt off and Allison lost her breath. He was perfectly built.

Allison ran her hands over his chest, her eyes locked to his as he unfastened her bra.

Palms over her breasts, he rubbed in circular motions and Allison head to fell back allowing the wonderful sensations free rein.

His mouth followed, trailing kisses from her breastbone down to take her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it in hard and she moaned as tingles shot straight down her stomach to between her legs.

The man knew what he was doing. His hand slid under the elastic of her skimpy panties to between her legs and he cupped her sex.

“Ah.” She gulped in air and grabbed his shoulders. “Oh.”

When he began massaging the juncture between her legs while his mouth moved to the right breast, Allison about lost it.