Hooked on You: An Annapolis Harbor Series Prequel, Lea Coll [love letters to the dead .txt] 📗

“You’re welcome.” Her voice was soft.

I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to be with her, but I wasn’t sure I’d earned that right. “Taylor?”

She tipped her head up. “Yeah?”

I dropped her hands to cup her face. “Do you think I could kiss you now?” I lowered my face as I waited for her permission.

She smiled. “Definitely.”

My lips met hers in a soft apologetic kiss. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated in between soft kisses as I slowly pulled her ponytail out, letting her hair fall around her face. “You’re the best thing that’s ever walked into my life.” I needed her to know that.

“You are too,” she said simply.

I startled a little at her words. She was wrong, but I didn’t want to argue. Not now. Not when I’d screwed up royally and she let me back into her life, her arms, and hopefully, her bed. I wanted to be with her—wanted to see if last night was real or had I imagined the connection between us.

“Taylor—” I wanted to ask permission. I never wanted to assume I had a right to be with her. I wanted to hold her up on a pedestal. Take care of her. Hold her. The feeling was so overwhelming I couldn’t speak.

“Yes,” she said softly. “Please, Gabe. I need you.” She grabbed my wrist and tugged me back into her room. She stopped at the foot of her bed to pull her sundress over her head and unsnap her lace bra. Her hands went to her panties and I pushed them away.

What did I ever do to deserve her—this moment? The answer was nothing. But I’d do everything in my power to make sure I was worthy of her. I dropped to my knees in front of her and slowly pulled her panties off until she was naked before me. “This is for you.” I spread her legs, my hands went to her ass to tilt her to the angle I wanted, and I licked her from opening to clit.

“Fuck, Gabe.” Her hands curled in my hair.

I used my finger and my mouth to slowly drive her crazy. She tugged on my hair, whimpering until her legs gave out and she was trembling from her release. I slowly lowered her back onto the bed, grabbing a condom from my wallet. I admired her perky tits and her body splayed on the bed before me. She was mine in this moment.

I quickly undressed before my arm wrapped under her, moving her farther up the bed. I hovered over her, my elbows on either side of her head as I nudged my cock into her pussy. “I want you.” I wanted to slide into her bare, but I knew it was too early for that. No matter how amazing last night was, I wasn’t ready for the reality of that. Before things got out of control, I lifted off of her and shifted back on my heels grabbing the condom, but before I could rip the packet, her hand stopped my wrist.

My eyes shot to hers in confusion. “You don’t want to?”

She smiled softly. “I do, but you don’t need a condom. I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too, but are you sure—?”

“I want nothing between us. I want you, Gabe. Please?”

Her sweet words made my hand holding the foil packet shake. “Are you sure?” I’d never been bare with a woman.

“Yes, I trust you.”

I saw something else in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. I felt something build inside me—something I wasn’t used to experiencing and I didn’t know what to do about. “Okay. If you’re sure.” I slowly laid the condom on the bed beside her in case she changed her mind.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“Ugh. I’m not proving anything to you. Believe me when I tell you I want you to fuck me bare.”

Her last words were spoken so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, but the dirty way she said them caused my dick to twitch. I immediately draped myself over her body again, my cock nudging her pussy. The thought of having her bare caused heat to rush through my body as everything inside me focused on the feel of me slowly sliding into her. My body was like a train that couldn’t stop. When I lifted up for a better angle, she grabbed my hands and pulled me down over her again, our hands entwined on either side of her head as I thrust impossibly deeper inside her. It was indescribable. Her slick heat, our hands joined, our eyes never wavering from each other’s. The heaviness of the moment threatened to wash over me and crush me with its weight.

“Christ, Taylor. You feel so amazing.” But it was too much.

“You do too,” she said, her words unsteady as I quickened my pace.

I wanted to drive into her harder, deeper, but I didn’t want to let go of her hands. I’d never felt so close to another person. We kept a steady pace until she arched up on a cry, cresting through her orgasm. I finally let go of her hands to cup her breasts. I rubbed her nipples before moving to her stomach, her hips, until I squeezed and lifted her ass going even deeper.

Fuck. This felt like something—bigger than last night—bigger than anything I’d ever felt. I closed my eyes so she wouldn’t know. There was no way I could feel something for someone I just met. It was just great sex. That was it.

“Baby, open your eyes.”

The sweet way she said “baby” had me popping my eyes open just as my orgasm started from the base of my spine. I thrust into her harder as it came over me. I buried my head in her neck. The emotions were too raw—too real. I wanted this, but I had no idea where it would take me. I came down from my release to her soft hands