Page 53 of Broken: Taylor

Chapter 22

Taylor couldn’t move. Not only had he just uttered words that could not be taken back, but also he was pretty sure his legs would give out if he took a step.

Damn Allison was breathtaking. She’d done her best to tone down her appearance with a baggy sweatshirt and those jeans that hugged her curves just right. But the smolder in her eyes and the light pink of her lush lips sent every single ounce of blood within him to rush between his legs.

Hopefully he’d not make a fool of himself and drop his load in a minute flat. She cocked her head to the side in thought, her lips curving into a wicked smile.

“Come here.” Taking his hand, she guided him to the couch. Once in front of it, her half-closed eyes moved from his mouth down the length of his torso to his pants. She pushed gently on his hurt side and then on the right until his pants were down to his knees.

Taylor helped her out and pushed them off with his feet. And, there he stood in boxer briefs, erection so hard it pushed out the flimsy fabric announcing there was little more she had to do to excite him.

“Wow,” she whispered and didn't that just make him want to crow like a fucking rooster.

Guiding him to lay back on the cushions, Taylor allowed it, more than happy to give her free reign over his body.

With one foot on the floor, his left side and stretched out leg were cushioned against the plush leather of the couch. His already fast breathing spiked when she loomed over him and pulled off the now offensive hoodie. Beneath it she wore a flimsy excuse for a tank top and no bra to constrict her full breasts. She slipped out of the jeans and wearing satiny blue panties and matching tank, she straddled him just below the hips.

Her lips curved when he reached for her. “Come here. I want your mouth on mine.” Allison complied and he took full advantage. Kissing her and driving his tongue between her lips while running his hands all over her satiny bare skin.

Allison wasn’t quitesure what was about to happen. Here she was prepared to make love with Taylor and without a clue what would or wouldn’t hurt him.

The time he took devouring her mouth as if starved gave her a feel for how strong he was. She’d straddled him, being careful to keep her weight on her legs and not on his injured hip. Yet when he pulled her against him, the fact didn’t seem to bother him. Excitement and adrenaline had a way of numbing pain, so she’d not been swayed by his actions as much. Men would go to extraordinary lengths to cover up their weaknesses.

No matter that he’d undressed and shown her his battered body, Taylor was a proud strong man, not used to vulnerabilities. Once again lifting just enough to not put her whole weight on him, she looked down at Taylor.

With half closed eyes and a devilish grin, he lifted a brow. “I believe you were going to show me something?”

Of course, she was. If Allison had her way, she’d dive straight down and take him into her mouth. But the buildup would be what made the whole thing worth it. Not just for him, but for her as well.

Already her breathing was labored. The rapid succession of her heart’s beats seemed to match Taylor’s pulse when she pressed her lips to the side of his neck. She’d found his erogenous zone. The spot just below his ear brought happy grunts.

The sexy sounds erupted and she lingered at the spot, licking in a circular motion before nipping the tender skin, just enough to let him feel it.

His body was enticing in a way only a man’s could be. He was all male; hard, and muscular with peaks and valleys in just the right places. She ran her hands down his pectorals, enjoying the feathering of hair down the center.

Allison hadn’t been with many men, but she was experienced enough to know this was a time to slow down and savor. Literally.

“Hey.” His piercing hazel gaze swept over her. “Take off that top.”

Unable to keep from it, her lips curved and she straightened. It was nice to be admired so openly. As if in a trance, Taylor remained still. Watching, his gaze following her hands as she lifted the tank up her sides and over her head.

Her pulse acceleratedwhen he reached out to cup her breasts. “Damn, you are so fucking beautiful.”

Of course she didn’t believe him. In a strange way, Allison wanted him not to admire her so much, while at the same time hoped he’d continue to lavish her with praise. Talk about confused.

Pushing her shoulders back, she allowed her head to fall back and she closed her eyes.

“Oh.” Allison’s breath caught when he circled her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Sweet heat raced from every extremity sending waves of need.

Each movement was slow and measured. Both were uncertain of which path to take, but also determined to continue forth.

Good. It felt so good. Each touch, breath and kiss just enough and yet leaving her wanting more.

Taylor glided his palms down her sides and Allison took the opportunity to move down. She licked a path down the center of his chest, trailing her palms behind. With her mouth, she pushed the waistband of his boxer-briefs aside, while gently tugging them down far enough to free his erection.

His stomach sunk when he inhaled sharply. Taylor had not expected this. By the way he trembled, the excitement that he felt was accompanied by apprehension.

Taking his hardness in hand, Allison looked up to meet his gaze and licked her bottom lip. It was gratifying when his lips curved in response.