Chapter Five
Taylor
I wakeup the next day feeling something I haven’t felt in a long time.
…Happy.
I wake up smiling and grinning like an idiot, and it doesn’t take any sort of deep introspection to know why. It’s because last night, for the first time ever, a man truly and utterly swept me off my feet.
Last night, I knew wanton lust for the first time. I crashed headfirst into West Farrow, and I know without a doubt that something very serious has changed in my life. And I know there’s no going back.
I’ve been dreaming about his lips and his hands all night. I’ve been moaning at the feel of that huge thick bulge in his shorts since he pulled away from me last night. God, I mean I left the shop last night and drove back to Matt’s place. Mercifully, he was at his poker match, but I still locked my door and shoved the dresser in front of it. I did my usual sweep for hidden cameras, because I read something about them online, and Matt is exactly the sort of disgusting creep to do that.
But after that, it was just me and my fantasies of West.
I stripped, showered, and then slid naked into bed. I’ve never had a man’s hands on me, though I’ve had my own plenty of times. But this time, it felt different. This time, it was as if West’s hands were guiding mine, and showing me exactly how he’d touch me. I’ve made myself come a million times before, but it’s never even been close to how it felt last night.
Last night, the memory of West’s possessive kiss and his powerful grip had me screaming and thrashing and seeing freaking stars as I came. The replays of his fingers poised to slide into my eager pussy left me ragged and gasping for air, coming harder than I’ve ever come before.
So, yeah, that’s why I’m grinning like an idiot when I wake up.
I shower and dress quickly before I dart out of my room. Uncle Matt is passed out on the sofa in his living room with a can of beer leaking onto the floor. I wrinkle my nose and tiptoe out to start my car. I’m never excited to go to work at the Buns Out shack, but today, I am.
Today, I’m going to see West again, when he shows up this morning to put the last parts on the AC unit.
Part of me knows I’m being a silly little girl. I know my inexperience is almost certainly making this something bigger than it is. I mean, he saw a girl making eyes at him, he made a move, and I willingly let him. I’m not naïve—or at least, I’m not that naïve. It stings a bit when I think about it, but I know what the reality probably is.
West is no knight in shining armor ready to carry me away. But he is an insanely hot, growly, older guy who makes my knees weak and my panties soaked. And he makes me forget about the rest of my life right now. The creepy, disgusting uncle. The shit job. The parents who’ve always viewed me as more of a needy roommate than anything else, who moved to another country the second I graduated high school.
I pull up outside the cinnamon bun shack and get out to open up. I’m back in a fresh and clean stripper outfit—aka the bun shop uniform—and I’m sweating the minute I step inside. God, I can’t wait until West fixes this freaking AC.
I’ve just finished setting up and opening the window for business, when there’s a knock at the back door. I grin like an idiot, beaming as I skip to the back door and open it cringingly fast. But West doesn’t look at me like I’m a dork with a crush. He grins at me widely, and those eyes burn right into me.
“Hey again,” he growls.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“I’m back to cool you down.” He grins.
I blush bright red.
“Hopefully I do a better job than last night,” he purrs. I blush even deeper, biting my lip at the double meaning of his words.
“I think you did a pretty good job,” I say thickly. I can’t believe I’m talking to him like this, but he brings this out in me. He’s making me want to be sultry, and sexy, and it’s a thrill I’ve never felt before.
“Until we were interrupted,” he rumbles.
I swallow thickly as he steps inside, closing the door behind him. My breath catches with him standing over me like this, so freaking close to me that I just want him to reach out and grab me.
“Until that,” I whisper back.
He frowns slightly. “How old are you?”
I grin, feeling that temptress inside of me roaring out at his closeness.
“How old do you think I am?” I purr back, trying to be sexy.
His lips purse. “I think I don’t want to play that fucking game at all.”