I’m trying but you keep turning me on instead!With an almighty grunt, she put all her force into it, using her body weight and drawing forth all her rage over what Dale was doing to her. Beau flipped over her shoulder and thudded to the ground. She leapt on him, cheering triumphantly, peering down into his shocked face.
“Take that, evil attacker!”
“Holy shit, you did it!” Awe filled his voice as his hands fell to her waist.
“Damn right I did.” She did a little celebratory wiggle and his hands flexed on her hips. She felt him harden underneath her and she looked down. Her body froze, no longer light and jubilant, now heavy with want and need. She dragged her eyes back up to his. Her hands on his chest rose and fell with his hurried breaths.
“Taylor,” he began.
“Beau?”
“Taylor, you need to get off me now.” His jaw clenched so hard she heard it crack.
“Then let go of me,” she murmured. His hands flexed again but then slowly released. Disappointment curled inside her. She was sure he would give in, take this opportunity to give them both what they wanted, what he started in her office nearly a week ago. For days she had waited in exquisite agony.
Her body cried out in denial as his hands dropped to his side. Maybe he had made the right decision for them, maybe keeping them just friends was for the best.
“Thanks for the session,” her voice wavered slightly as she got off him, her body screaming out in betrayal. She grabbed her stuff. “Don’t wait up for me, we’re having a sleepover at Christy’s,” she rambled on.
“Taylor...”
She could already hear the apology in his tone.
“See ya.” She pinkie waved and then ran out without a backwards glance.
*
Later that week, Beau took her hand as he led her around the side of Dean’s house towards the backyard.
“You think he’ll be watching us here?” she asked, glancing around. The moonlight shone down, glinting off her gold heart earrings, drawing his attention.
“A few times we’ve been together I’ve felt like we’re being watched so I wouldn’t put it past him. This is a big open space with lots of trees for coverage so I’m not taking any chances,” he said, pulling her closer and stroking his thumb over her knuckles to reassure her.
“I just want him to make his move, I just want it to be over.” She sighed, frustration pouring from her. He paused to look at her and she stopped next to him, shifting her feet which were tucked into faded pink cowboy boots that looked adorable paired with her white sundress. That sundress was playing havoc with his libido but he pushed that aside for now. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms.
“I know, sweetheart. I want him to make a move too, but only when I’m around to kick his ass.”
She snorted, his words having the desired effect and he pretended to be affronted. “You don’t think I can kick his ass?”
“You can totally kick his ass. I’m just surprised at how bloodthirsty you are these days. You’re much more aggressive than I remember.”
“Only where you’re concerned.”
He smiled down at her, pleased that their teasing had wiped the worry from her beautiful face. He patted her ass to move her along and she turned to stare at him, heat in her eyes.
“Do that again, but harder.”
Shit.She definitely enjoyed the spanking he gave her. He’d been trying to avoid flirting and any verbal sparring that could lead to another spanking. But he mainly stayed away from her because she terrified him. She was the one woman above all others who mattered and meant more to him than any other. What if he wasn’t what she wanted? What if he wasn’t good enough? What if crossing that line broke them for good?
How was he supposed to respond to her?Every time I see you, I think about dragging you off somewhere and fucking you until neither of us can think, but I’m so scared.Hell no!
The other morning in bed he had considered waking her up and giving them both what they wanted. But he stopped when he spotted the two photo frames she had added to the dresser. Both were pictures of them as teenagers. When he asked her about them, she just shrugged and said she randomly found them when she was cleaning. Taylor,cleaning?Psh.
Seeing the pictures was the reminder he didn’t want. He never dreamed that they could go back to how things were. That they could gain back the trust, the easiness, and the affection but they were well on their way to it. Only he wanted more, but at the risk of ruining everything? His body said one thing, but his brain was more considerate.
He was saved from responding to Taylor by Christy spotting them through the open gate and cheering loudly.
“You’re here!” she yelled.How could someone so tiny make so much noise?
