The volume of the discussion decreased below Roberta’s ability to hear it. A slamming door drew her eyes across the driveway. Turning, Roberta saw Taylor disappearing into the backseat of the Escalade. But the vehicle didn’t move.
Roberta jolted upright at the shrill sound of her cell phone, playing the theme song to Taylor’s last film. She hesitated several seconds to answer it, her eyes glued to the Escalade. Hand shaking, she answered, “Hello, Taylor.” She closed her eyes. She couldn’t see him behind the darkly tinted windows of the SUV.
“Hey. Sorry, my mother got to you today.” His voice was soft, tender, and tentative. “She won’t do it again.”
“If I were your mother, I’d be pissed that a strange woman was seducing you.” She had to be honest.
He bit off her next sentence before it was out of her mouth. “Roberta, you’re hardly a strange woman. She’s trying to protect me. Anyway, she’s leaving.”
Roberta closed her eyes again and sank back wearily against the chair. The dull ache in her temples instantly extended like a corona of fire. It couldn’t be so simple. “So, what’s the plan now?”
“Can I come over?” he said, his voice full of weariness.
“Yes, of course.” She walked back to her computer and started to shut it down. “Why don’t you come over, lie down on the bed and take a short nap. Sounds like you need it.”
“That sounds great. Between the collarbone, the pain pills, the filming, and my mother, I’m beat.” Taylor disconnected the call. He was at the back door in minutes.
Roberta led Taylor into the bedroom, pulled back the comforter, and helped him slip off his jacket. Taylor stood beside the bed, staring at her like a man who had not eaten in months. His white linen shirt so sheer it was nearly translucent, provided hints of the sculpted chest and abs beneath.
“Come here,” he said, holding her gaze with his sexy, confident smile.
She walked forward, stopping a foot in front of him. “I thought you were tired?”
He smirked. “Not anymore. The bed has given me other ideas.”
A fluttering commenced and increased as she inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne. He stepped close, reaching up to cup her cheek and stroke it lightly with his thumb. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she leaned her cheek into his touch.
The tenderness of his caress reminded her of their first time—the slow sweet burn and breathtaking, painful slowness and care he had taken to make love to her. A quiet moan escaped her lips at the memory of that exquisite night.
His own quiet chuckle brought her back to this moment. Eyes still closed, she sensed his lips hovering nearby, his breath mingling with her own. Impatient, she opened her eyes to face his heated gaze. Seconds later, his lips found hers in a soft kiss that quickly became insistent, engulfing her with its sensuality. Heat rose throughout her body; she didn’t want to break the spell of the tender kiss. He slipped his tongue between her lips, so gently, so softly, caressing the inner recesses of her mouth, leaving her panting and moaning aloud.
Weakened by the force of her passion, she sank against him, her arms surrounding his taut torso, the peaks of her breasts pressing into his chest. Their tongues played and swirled, delving deeper, eliciting deep moans from both of them.
Taylor’s good hand slid from her face to her shoulder and continued to her waist before encircling it and crushing her to him as his lips fell to her exposed collarbone. She shivered in delight.
A string of kisses trailed lower to the rise of her breast while his hand rose to cup it. Through the fabric, his thumb rubbed over the hardened peak. Watching, she felt the nipple harden further as electricity zipped throughout her body, coalescing at the apex of her legs.
He stopped long enough to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling Roberta close between his legs. Drawing her nearer to his lips, one finger slipped inside the collar of her shirt, peeling it aside to reveal the lacy bra and the hints of her dark pink nipple beneath. Her knees liquefied as his lips found the taut peak, licking and suckling it through the lace before his tongue flicked crazy waves of desire through her body. Head tossing wildly back and forth with his teasing, her body on fire, her need grew with exponential speed.
Roberta buried her fingers in his silky, thick dark hair and moaned loudly, offering up herself to his mouth and tongue. Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she slipped her bra down to expose the nipple for his full attention. Taylor stole the nipple into his mouth, with his eyes staring into hers. He flicked the tip of his tongue across the tawny tip and played it with his lips, all while holding her gaze with his teal eyes. She pressed her thighs together, intensifying the throbbing, then she grasped his hand, guiding it between her legs.
His darkened eyes never wavered as he teased and tormented precisely where she wanted it.
A groan rose out of her depths, and her hips flexed forward against his hand. With a quick thought of his injured collarbone, she pushed him back to lie on the bed and covered his pelvis with her own. A trousered, rock-hard erection ground against her mound as Roberta pressed again, rubbing herself against him.
“Come for me.” His head lifted, his mouth suckling her exposed breast, harder now as her pressure and tempo increased. The pulse built, her breath becoming ragged and wild. Straining toward the ecstasy just within reach until Taylor’s teeth bit her nipple, sending a frenzy of waves rippling through her and a litany of gasps.
When her breathing eased, Taylor pulled her close to lie more comfortably on the bed. His lips brushed her eyelids, her temples, then caught her lips again. A chill of air settled over her when he got off the bed. Roberta shivered at the loss of the heat, the loss of his nearness. Her eyes searched him out, finding him staring at her, slowly removing his clothes. It was a deliberate, teasing slowness starting with his shirt, when he winced, she rose to help him. Once free of his shirt, he proceeded to remove his shoes and socks. She licked her lips, waiting for him to unzip his form-fitting trousers, her eyes momentarily distracted as they fell to his ankles. His tented briefs had her hissing on an inhale. She forgot to breathe again. Roberta reached out to him, but he shook his head slightly with a mischievous grin. His smile promised much. The briefs joined the trousers leaving his hard, thickened cock visible, raised, and ready.
“Turn around and bend over the bed,” he said.
She hesitated, but the nod of his head made it clear he would not get closer until she did. Settling on her front, she heard him approach, felt him peel off her yoga pants. Fingertips ran down her back, from nape to crease, raising goose bumps all over her body. Nibbles followed his fingers’ path as far down as her bottom. His hands skimmed over her lace panties before splaying around her buttocks and kneading. She joined his moans with her own, their volume increasing as his thumbs brushed her wet, swollen entrance. Reflexively her legs spread wider, but Taylor had other ideas.
He settled himself on top of her, supporting his torso with his good hand. Between her thighs at the apex, his cock slid, and he began thrusting against the lacy panties driving her more insane. Roberta tried to get on her knees and lower her panties, her need urgent, her mind and body urging him to fill her. Gently but insistently, he pushed her back down.
“Please, now! Please,” she pleaded over her shoulder, the ache making her frantic for him.
“Not yet.” His breath was hot on her neck, his voice close to her ear.