Page 15 of Loving Taylor

She nodded greedily. "One night," she confirmed, her eyes holding mine.

She was blond but it was darker than Taylor’s. I shoved the thought out of my mind. I refused to compare. Her eyes were a light green and striking. There was no denying she was attractive.

I leaned closer. "You won't regret it."

She giggled nervously but I gave her a reassuring smile that told her I would rock her world, for only one night. With the terms laid out and agreed, I made my move.

I took her hand in mine and pulled her to a dark corner by the stairs. I leaned closer and pressed my mouth to hers. Her lips moved beneath mine. She slid her hands up my chest to link around my neck, pulling me closer. Her mouth opened slightly, inviting me inside. My tongue delved deeper, needing more.

Any unwanted thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I slid my hand to her knee and lifted it to rest against the side of my hip, giving me better access to her as I pressed my body against hers. She groaned against my lips and smiled. There wasn't a lot I was good at, but this was one of them. I knew my way around a woman's body and how to ensure they left as satisfied as I did. My hand moved to cup her butt as I continued to kiss her.

At that moment my eyes drifted and caught Taylor's gaze. She stood watching me make out with another girl.

The exchange was like the thrum of an electric shock through me. I had never experienced that type of effect without even touching a girl. The chemistry we shared was explosive. Her gaze held mine. She stood transfixed and I couldn't stop myself from smiling against the lips of another at the thought that she seemed unable to keep herself from watching me.

Then Jordan pulled Taylor’s attention away from me.

"I need you," the blond girl whispered against my lips.

It was like a bucket of cold water over me and any drive to bed her went straight out the window. I broke the kiss and surveyed the willing participant in front of me. What was wrong with me? I shoved a hand through my hair as I tried to figure out why I felt like something was changing and I had no way of stopping it.

There was no way to explain my way out. There was only one thing to do and that was to leave. I turned on my heel and went straight for the kitchen without another word to the girl I left standing open-mouthed at my sudden change in action.

"You having fun?" Slater asked when I entered the kitchen.

The scowl on my face made his easy-going smile straighten out. He raised an eyebrow at me but I couldn't explain what I didn't entirely understand myself.

"I'm going," I told him tersely, feeling the tension knot the muscles in my shoulders.

He gave me a nod. "I'll get a lift back to the house."

I gave him a brief nod before I left the house out the back door, hoping I wouldn't run into Taylor or the blonde I had left in the middle of making out.

Inside the car I sat in the driver’s side with my hands gripping the steering wheel. It felt like I was drowning. I inhaled sharply as my lungs froze. With my eyes tightly gripped closed, I leaned my head against the steering wheel, trying to pull myself together so I could get out of here before I saw someone I didn't want to see.

There is nothing you haven't faced before, I reminded myself, trying to exhale. My eyes opened to see some people heading out of the house, looking worse for wear.

Remember what you overcame.With the pain of my childhood I felt the strength that I had earned tackling insurmountable odds against me.There is nothing you can't fight. You control your life now. No one else.

My breathing eased and I felt a restoration of some control. I started up the car and reversed. I put the events of the evening down to chemistry to a girl I was set on avoiding for my own survival.

It is lust, nothing more, I told myself.