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Chapter Nine
It had been refreshingto see Taylor laugh and look so carefree. Derrick thought he was in heaven as he saw her laughing and relaxing with him.
But he was wrong.
He had never been so happy to see someone fall in his life. His body went instantly tense when he brought Taylor up against him so she didn’t hit her head. She molded to him, and he was trying to will himself to let her go when he saw how she was looking at him.
Like she was starved and he was cake.
The heavens opened, and angels sang, and Derrick was ready to kiss her. But he waited. He didn’t want her to hate him for mauling her. He needed her to make the decision. And it was killing him, both the waiting and the realization that she might walk away.
Suddenly Taylor yanked his head down to hers and crushed her lips to his, and all of Derrick’s restraint snapped. He must have used it all on holding back, because now he was only moving forward. His tongue slid through her parted lips and caressed her. He felt Taylor respond instantly, sliding her tongue against his, her fingers sliding up to his hair and holding on.
Derrick groaned and tightened his grip on Taylor, lifting her feet slightly and pushing her through the water to the closest pool wall. His body begged to be closer to Taylor, his cock straining against his soaked jeans, and this was the best he could do. As his tongue twisted and explored her, massaging against her, Taylor moaned and the vibrations raked though his body. He ached so much. He leaned into her and moved to bring Taylor’s legs up, to get himself closer, but she was already moving one up, pulling him in with her foot against him. Derrick hastened the process and pulled both her legs around his waist and pushed himself into her, moving, creating friction that was unbelievable and painful and just … wow.
As Derrick rubbed against her, the sweet massage slowly tortured them. Taylor gasped, and her head fell back against the edge of the pool. Derrick kissed down her face and neck. Taylor moaned and flexed her hips against him as Derrick hit the base of her neck and sucked.
Flicking his eyes up, Derrick watched Taylor, her rapid breathing, her mouth open trying to draw in everything that she could, and her eyes shut. She looked abandoned. Derrick kissed his way back up, still rocking against her. He took her mouth again, nipping at her lip as he made his way in.
“Look at me,” he said against her lips. She looked like a goddess, but last time they had been like this she had pushed him away. He wanted her to be aware of everything that was happening. He didn’t want her to be able to deny their attraction existed.
She didn’t comply at first. Derrick moved a hand up to her hair. “Taylor,” he said against her lips, nipping a little harder this time. “Look at me,” he demanded, tugging her back gently, and then he was trapped in her aquamarine stare. “You with me?” he asked hoarsely, as he continued to rock and rub against her core.
She shuddered, swallowed, and nodded, her mouth still open and her breathing just as quick as his. Her body said yes, her nod assured him, but he needed her words. He did not want her to come around in a horrified shock like she had yesterday.
“Tell me,” he demanded, stopping his body. He ached to keep moving, but he didn’t want her to be anything but clear with him. If she was as hot as he was right now, he would get it.
“I’m with you,” she breathed out, and Derrick almost didn’t hear it.
But since he did, he launched right back to rocking his hips into hers. He covered her mouth with his again. He had felt frantic before, but now he moved with crazed purpose. He brought a hand up to her breast, her nipple hard beneath the wet of her shirt. Slowly he moved his thumb over it, and then he pinched it lightly. Taylor leaned into him, whimpering as he plucked at her nipple. She flexed her hips into his, and Derrick slid both hands under her shirts.
“Derrick?”
The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make him come right there. “Tay,” he whispered back to her. He wanted to get her out of the pool, but this moment was too perfect.
Then Taylor spoke again.
“Stop.”
* * *
Derrick stilledthe instant the word fell from her lips.
His hands were still on her bare breasts, his groin was still pressed against hers, and his mouth still hovered over hers, but he was stock-still.
She wanted to say forget it, or that she was kidding. She wanted to beg him to continue on, to make all the pleasure sizzling in her body explode like it had just been on the cusp of doing. Just a couple of more rubs of his hard length against her clit in the pool and she knew she was going to orgasm. But something had stopped her: her conscience.
She had been spouting off about this not being anything real, about trying to not marry him, about how this whole thing was ridiculous and unfair, and now she had been in two compromising situations with him.
Holy mixed signals, Batman.
Derrick dropped his head to her shoulder and took several deep breaths. His body remained hard as stone, moving only as he took a breath.
“I’m sorry,” Taylor said, because she was. “I—”
Derrick shook his head. “It’s fine,” he croaked. But Taylor could tell it definitely wasn’t.
“Do you want—”