She grips my shirt, and God help me, my cock begins to throb, hard. It thickens and throbs, and when she pulls close to me, she groans.
I grit my teeth. “Fuck, Taylor, I…”
“West,” she breathes. She looks up at me, and her little pink tongue slides over her lips, making them glisten. Her breath catches, and I groan as my hands tighten on her jaw. I know this is wrong and fucked up. But she’s so fucking close to me, and my very willpower is crumbling quickly.
“Taylor,” I growl. “We—”
She leans in first, and her lips brush mine, almost tentatively, like she’s testing it. But tentative or not, she’s just thrown gas on a fucking fire.
…And I explode.
My mouth crashes into hers, and I kiss her with every fucking part of who I am.