Frayed (Torn #2)(54)

“I didn’t, but I want to feed you with my hands. I want to feel your mouth suck and lick them while you enjoy the food.”

Dear, Lordy. I was a sucker for th e i s e shit romantic gestures . “You’re on a roll tonight, aren’t you Mr. Boss?”

“Boss will most definitely be rolling non-stop tonight. All night long, baby.”

Tonight, it was just us. Not even my mind or conscience could intrude on our night together.

He took his time undressing me, placing small kisses here and there until I was completely naked. My heart was beating erratically and I was mesmerized as he slowly undressed before me. His eyes never left mine.

We stood gazing at each other, naked. The fire crackled close by, but all I saw was this man, who was bulldozing his way into me, pounding cracks into the solid barriers I had erected. It was like a magnetic force, it was too powerful to resist as we closed the gap. When our lips touched, I opened up to him. I kissed with everything that I was, everything he meant to me, and everything he’d made me feel. Beautiful, that’s what Taylor made me feel—truly, positively, exactly and irresistibly beautiful.

We kissed as he slowly lowered me down on the blanket. He was atop me as his hands and lips were busy with my face and neck, kissing me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever held. “I want you,” I whispered against his mouth as I opened my legs wider to accommodate him. His hard length nestled in between my wet parted lips, but he didn’t seem too eager to move.

“You will have me, I just want to savor you slowly, Trista. We have all night. I promise to make it worth your while if you let me take the lead, hmm?” I gave a frustrated groan as my hips started to move against his shaft, wetting it with my essence as he kissed me. “You’re not very good with instructions are you?”

“Nah-uh.” He should know that by now.

“Then let me show you how a man makes love to a woman, Trista. I’m challenged to change your mind.”

And by God did he just. We made love with such slowness and sweetness, I was sure I was coming pure sugar.

After coming apart four times in a row, I was sure my vocal cords were ready to join the opera house. My hazy mind diminished even more when Taylor’s eyes bored into mine. “I hope that someday you will find the happiness you desperately seek, Trista.”

I hoped so, too. He had no idea how much.





Chapter 22


Trista


After having a quick lunch at one of the island’s taverna, Taylor was adamant we learned how to fish with nets when one of the old folks invited us to join them.

“Hey! If the world ended tomorrow and we had to live like they did back in the Stone Age, I think it’s in our best interest to learn how to survive and catch fish. Since we both live close to the Pacific Ocean, it’s the most plausible solution. You’ll thank me for it. Get up off of your lazy bum now, Lady p Princess.” Taylor grabbed both of my hips and lifted me to stand. “I love it when you’re almost obedient.” He bent over and kissed me.

So we learned to fish with nets, laughing and telling each other jokes as we stood there, the water almost to our chests as we waded about.

“Our summer’s almost over. The month flew by quickly, huh?” Taylor closed our gap and pulled me close to his chest.

There were things that needed to be addressed. “It did. School beckons. I’m actually excited to head back this time.” I was enveloped in his arms as I breathed him in. His scent mixed with the sea. I was going to miss this, but we hadn’t discussed what was to happen once we left Greece. I had told him that this was to be a one-time, summer fling, but I didn’t know if that was what I wanted anymore.

The last four weeks were blissful and spending them with him made them all the better.

“I know,” Taylor smiled down at me, melting everything around me as his lips came down on mine.

We were walking back to the cottage, right after sundown, when I noticed a familiar figure waiting outside for someone.

All blood left my face when I saw who it was.

“So this is the man you’re f*uking to forget me, Trista?”

f*uk.

Taylor started to move, but I pushed on his hard chest to stop him from doing so. That didn’t stop him from dishing out a threatened remark. “Watch your f*uking mouth! I will knock you the f*uk out the next time you insult her.” He spat, infuriated, at the unperturbed Harry. Taylor was in full protective mode.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it? Knowing how she is, I bet she screamed my name while you were doing her.” The evil smile vanished as his eyes leveled with Taylor. “She’s mine. You might’ve enjoyed her body for a few weeks, but that ends now.” Harry then turned to look at me. “You and I have a lot to talk about regarding our future. I came to ask you to marry me.”

I gasped. No f*uking way! My head shook in disbelief. “I don’t believe you.” Marry him? He was divorcing Becka? Oh, no. f*uk!

From behind, Taylor grasped my hand, trying to pull me away. “Come with me. Let’s go.”

My flabbergasted face never left Harry’s. My eyes bore questions while his eyes told me everything I needed to know. Everything I feared to know. He left my cousin, and their baby, for me. “You can’t do that, Harry. No…” He couldn’t have. For months, I had longed to be with him, but the consequences were too high. I had finally realized that.