Tempted

Chapter 8

Colt

I drop my boxer briefs and jeans to the floor and look up at Taylor. Her eyes widen, and then squeeze closed. She’s so damn cute. And innocent. It’s making me hot.

She looks down it again and shifts on the bed. I follow her eyes and grin a little. But when I look back at her face, I see how nervous she is. She swallows down a lump in her throat.

“What’s wrong?” I look down at myself and then back up at her. “You don’t like my body?” I tease.

She shakes her head, her eyes darting to mine. “No. I love your body, too much. It’s just that… that,” she looks down again, “is…um, bigger than I was expecting.”

I want to puff my chest out and strut around the room. My girl just told me I was big. I love hearing that shit. But then I see that she’s genuinely scared. Crap. I place my hands on the bed on either side of her and lean in. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “You’ll set the pace. And if you don’t want to have sex – then we won’t.” I rub my nose along her jaw, hoping to get her to loosen up. “Okay, baby?”

She nods and I can tell she’s smiling.

Good girl. “Now, you have far too many clothes still on.”

She lets out a giggle and pulls me down on top of her.

I place my hand over her heart and feel it thumping wildly. I love knowing I do that to her. Just me. I never would have thought having a girlfriend had so many perks. But Taylor’s showing me things I never realized I was missing. I work my hand under her shirt, caressing the soft curve of her stomach, but avoiding her hips where she’s ticklish, knowing she’ll swat me if I tickle her right now. I push her shirt up, and she squirms on the bed, helping me. “Can this come off?” I murmur against her mouth, not wanting to break the kiss even to talk. She nods.

I sit up with her, and quickly strip her of her shirt. My fingers hesitant for a second at the back clasp of her bra, then she nods again and I unhook it and toss it on the floor with my clothes.

I can tell she’s nervous being undressed around me, but I want her know how beautiful she is. I stop kissing her, and hold her face carefully a few inches from mine. “You’re amazing.” She looks down, blushing. “I love how soft you are.” I trail my fingers along her upper arms. “And I love the way you smell.” I press my nose and mouth to her neck, tasting as I go. “I want to kiss every part of you,” I say against her neck. She lets out a soft moan at my words. “And I can. Because you are mine.” She smiles up at me, relaxing just a bit. “So beautiful,” I murmur against her lips.

She crushes her mouth to mine, kissing me intensely. Our tongues meld together in pure heat and energy. She’s breathing hard and pinned underneath me. The contact of her skin against mine is heaven. She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me even closer and groans when our hips meet and grind together. I find the button of her jeans and undo it. “Can these come off?”

She blinks up at me, hesitating as she considers it.

“I need to be closer to you, baby.”

She smiles at my words and nods, too eagerly. I take a break from kissing her for just a second, and remove her jeans. I leave her panties on. Those really need to stay on if I’m serious about her setting the pace. Even though I feel like I’m about to explode.

She wraps her legs around me again, and her bare legs skim against my back, coupled with the very little fabric now separating us nearly pushes me over the edge.