No other man had tempted her to break her no kissing rule, because she knew no man could kiss her likethisman. Beau knew what she wanted, their bodies spoke to each other, in complete harmony. They were one, their lips fused, only parting to change angle, to get closer.Can’t get close enough. His tentative little licks into her mouth drove her wild, pushing her to breaking point.
She started trying to pull his shirt off but he stilled her hands, pressing his forehead to hers, his breath tickling her skin.
“No, sweetheart. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you? How many years I’ve thought about our first kiss? I’m not stopping already; we’re going to do this all damn night if we have to.” Then his mouth landed back on hers.
She sipped at his lips, drinking them down like the most expensive champagne. They changed positions, rolled onto the floor then he carried her to the bedroom, not breaking their connection once, and they kissed until they fell asleep.
It was the best night of her entire life.
Chapter 23
Taylor ran into the cabin, startling him from his thoughts and fantasies of the previous night.
“Did I miss it?” she shouted, throwing her purse down and leaping onto the couch, snuggling into his side. He could feel how wide his damn smile was as he peered down at her, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“No sweetheart, I paused it. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t be back tonight,” he said.
“I know, Dean was feeling a little down. He’s missing Christy loads but her book tour is nearly finished so she’ll be back soon.”
“Ready?”
“Set?”
“Bake!” they shouted together, and he hit play on the remote and theGBBObegan. It was the final episode of this season and what a season it had been. Full of drama, scandal and amazing bakes.
“Amir is totally gonna win, remember his bread sculpture last week?” he asked, kissing Taylor’s head, breathing in the scent of her hair.
“Psh, it looked good but it didn’t have the right texture and consistency. Hazel has had twoHollywood Handshakes, she’s definitely going to win,” Taylor countered.
Further into the show Beau was getting annoyed over the harsh critique Amir was receiving. “The technical round is too hard; they can’t prepare for it!”
Taylor snuggled into his side deeper and linked their fingers, resting them in her lap. “No, it’s not. Just because someone hasn’t ordered a margarita doesn’t mean I don’t learn how to make it, like, always be prepared?”
He snorted. “Like a boy scout?”
“Exactly! This is why Hazel is gonna kick his ass. Did you see her showstopper? That woman can make anything.”
He chuckled, looking down at her and a weird feeling clenched his stomach. He couldn’t imagine sitting here and having this debate with anyone else. He didn’t want to be here with anyone else. He only ever wanted her. The domesticity of the moment had him picturing forever with her and a lump caught in his throat.
He loved her.
Who was he kidding, it had always been her, even when he hated her, he had loved her. Taylor was the woman he’d never forgotten, never moved on from and never gotten over. The one he couldn’t live without because if he had to, he would be a fraction of the man he was when he was with her.
She pushed him, made him want to be better, be a better match forher.She was what his life had been missing. Being here with her, true satisfaction settled in him for the first time, like all the pieces of his life were slotting casually into place. She was his and he needed to know how to convince her they were better together this way.
He thought she might be starting to feel the same. Hope filled him when she had kissed him, he knew what it meant to her. Their kissing yesterday had been intense, emotional and it had fused such a deep affection and connection between them that he was sure she was falling.
“Yes!” Taylor crowed, breaking through his thoughts. His attention turned back to the TV and he saw Hazel being presented with the winner’s prize: the cake stand trophy. Taylor leapt up from the couch and began a crazed victory dance that had Beau laughing until she was chantingloserin his face. He grabbed her, flinging her over his shoulder and carried her to their bedroom.
“Put me down, you Hulk!” she shouted, half laughing.
“Whatever you say,” he said, dropping her onto the bed and immediately covering her body with his. His lips hovered over hers, letting her make the decision. She instantly arched up and met his, sliding her tongue into his mouth and he moaned at her tantalizing taste, making his pulse pound.
He took comfort from the fact that she didn’t even hesitate to kiss him now. That definitely meant something. That he was the only person she kissed since she was a teenager reconfirmed his hope that what she felt was more than friendship and explosive lust. She sucked his tongue hard and his cock jerked in his sweatpants, eager to get inside her wet heat. He fumbled with their clothes, their mouths connected the entire time. When they were naked he rolled them onto their sides and slung her leg over his hip.
His hand trailed down the smooth, creamy skin on her stomach to his new paradise. She was already so wet and he grunted his approval, unable to use words anymore. He slid two fingers inside her, her panting breaths trekking over his face as he watched her eyelids flutter closed in pleasure, brows pulled together in satisfaction. He couldn’t get enough of watching her, imprinting her on his brain so he would never ever forget. Her eyes opened and a seductive smile curled across her lips.
“It’s rude to stare,” she murmured, raising a sassy eyebrow. God, he loved her sass. He stroked over the spot that had her squirming then thumbed her clit, her gasping moans making him feel pretty smug.
