Page 12 of Broken: Taylor

Although stiff at first, Allison finally softened and she responded to his kiss, her lips parting to allow his tongue into her mouth. She suckled at it. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, victory sang out in his head.

Unlike the time before, there was no excuse this time, nothing to interrupt them.

Sliding his hands down every delectable inch of her curves, he cupped her butt and pulled her closer. Allison moaned when he trailed his tongue down from the corner of her mouth to her neck.

His dick was rock hard and although he wouldn’t push things that far, damn if he didn’t want Allison on her back with her legs wrapped around his hips.

Instead he took her mouth again and holding her hips, pushed himself into her, the signal clear of what he wanted. It had to be her decision. He’d not push her. Damn, at this point, he was out of control. She had to call it. Had to stop it.

Although every part of his body screamed to be buried deep in Allison, it would be a huge mistake. He’d only ruin things and lose any chance of a future relationship.

Thankfully, she had more sense than he did. Hands flat on his chest, she pushed away. Cheeks flushed and lips without lipstick now, she was even more beautiful, if that was possible.

“I better go.” Breathless, she raked her fingers through her hair. “I should go,” she repeated.

Taylor nodded and looked around. What had he done with her cell?

“I took it.” Her lips curved into a sweet smile that made his chest tighten. “You were distracted. And, sending totally mixed signals as usual.”

“I know. I know.” He moved backward, his calf hitting an ottoman. “Sorry about that.”

“About what Taylor?” She looked up at the ceiling as if to calm her temper. In actuality, he wanted to see her lose it with him. Not only would it be sexy as all get out, but also maybe she’d keep her distance from then on. It had to be her because damn if he could keep from touching her whenever she was anywhere close.

When he didn’t reply, she shook her head. “Just forget it.”

Once again, his body reacted without his brain engaging and he reached for her. Allison side-stepped and opened the front door. “Good luck with your phone issue.” Her eyes scanned over his face searching for some sort of clue. Good luck there, he had no idea what was going on with him at the moment either.

“You and I will talk.” With that statement hanging in the air, she walked out.

The dogs bounded in, tails wagging and their happy faces excited about nothing in particular. He envied them at the moment.

Taylor rushed out to the porch just as Allison was getting into her car. “I’ll pick you up for dinner tomorrow. Six.”

She frowned and after a few moments nodded.

* * *

There waslittle choice in where to go out to eat and so when he asked Allison to dinner it became obvious that no matter where they went, someone would take notice.

He’d caught up with her before she’d left the day before and on pure impulse asked her to dinner. She’d agreed reluctantly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Probably thought he was joking. Doing the mixed signal thing again.

It was not a joke. It could be another misstep in a long string of mistakes he was making lately. Now as he walked with her to Victoria’s, the small pizzeria owned by Tobias’ ex girlfriend, he wondered if perhaps they should have gone to Ed’s Barbeque or Shooters instead.

Then again, Shooters was not an option. Not only was it loud, but also there was the distinct possibility he wasn’t welcome back yet. The last time he was there, he and Luke had gotten into a brawl with some good ol’ boys.

Allison was a vision in a green off the shoulder blouse, tight jeans and heels. Immediately his mind went into thoughts wanting those heels to stay on if she ever slept with him.

“I’m starving. It smells so good,” Allison said sniffing the air. “Mmmm.”

She kept her distance from him as they walked down the sidewalk and when he touched her lower back to guide her into the pizzeria, she stiffened.

“Hey,” Tori, the owner and Tobias’ ex, met them, her gaze moving from him to Allison. She smiled brightly at Allison. “Hey girl. Long time no see.” Some sort of secret message passed between the women and Taylor decided it was best to ignore it.

They settled into a booth at the back wall of the restaurant. Annoying as all get out because as Allison walked past, hips swaying, more than one man took notice. Even when he glared at a couple of the guys, they promptly ignored him and took a second look. Idiots.

“A glass of Merlot please,” Allison told the young girl who came to take their order. Taylor ordered a beer while Allison perused the menu.

He pretty much knew it by heart since pizza or pasta was a weekly occurrence at his house. Her gaze lifted over the menu to meet his. “Want to share a large pizza?”