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CHAPTER 49
I could tell by the expression on Taz’s face that I had hit a nerve with what I had just said.
He climbed up on the bed next to me, taking my hands into his strong ones, his thumbs rubbing my fingers.
“How can you think that, Lindsey? How can you possibly think I consider you damaged or unclean? I want to make love to you, baby girl. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then let’s take it slow, Taz, but I need to feel your love.”
He pulled his tee shirt up over his head. I pulled my pajama top up over mine. We sat facing each other on the bed. His hands gently reached over, cupping my chin and pulling my face towards his.
We kissed, gently at first, and then allowed the passion to slowly mount. Our tongues explored each other as if it were the first time, as if it was unexplored territory.
His fingers softly caressed a breast, his thumb circling the nipple and bringing it to erection, then moving to the other. My hands were on his back, rubbing his muscles, his beautifully tattooed skin, loving the feel of him against me.
He pushed me back gently so that his lips and tongue could capture my breasts. He nipped gently at the nubs, his tongue circling them and making my skin tingle.
“Umm,” he breathed, huskily, “I want inside of you, baby girl.”
I raised myself up and he lowered my PJ bottoms. I still had my panties on, as I scooted off of him, so that he could lower his drawstring pants down and off. His erect shaft sprang free. I wrapped my fingers around it, lowering my lips to taste it. There was no memory of Kyzer at all.
This was familiar to me. My tongue ran the length of it up and down, back and forth. I swirled around the swollen head of his cock, loving the feel and the taste of him, because he was mine.
I heard his sharp intake of breath as my teeth gently nibbled the very sensitive area at the tip. I loved it that Taz had not been circumcised. Perhaps that was the reason there were no comparisons made between him and Kyzer.
I felt his fingers pushing the elastic leg of my panties aside to gain entrance. He gently plied the sensitive folds of my womanhood, bringing me waves of pleasure at his touch. This was hot. I felt him insert a finger and then the other. I was immediately wet for him. I moaned softly as his fingers hit my special place.
“I know, baby,” he soothed. “I want it, too.”
He lifted me up, and placed me over his erection. My panties pushed aside, gave him access to where he wanted to be. He lowered me gently down onto his erect cock. We were facing each other, my legs parted and wrapped around his hips.
I heard his soft, husky moan as he filled me with himself. I felt my muscles flexing, squeezing him instinctively. His hands were on my hips, raising me up and down the length of him. My hands were on his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin with the intensity of the pleasure.
I rode him up and down as he continued to thrust himself inside of me harder now. My fingernails dug deeper as I reached the peak and began the sweet, descent into my orgasm. He was right there with me, moaning my name, telling me how much he loved me.
We climaxed together, our lips once again finding each other as we rode it out, one pleasurable release after another.
Afterwards, I lifted myself up and off of him, and curled up next to him. Our skin was damp from our lovemaking. I traced his treasure trail with my fingers. His arms encircled me protectively. He kissed the top of my head over and over again.
“I love you, Lindsey.”
“I love you, Trace.”
I knew that from here on out, Taz and I would be fine.
I believed all of the ugly things that Kyzer had done to me would fade in time, just like the scars of his beating had faded. The love that had blossomed between Trace Matthews and me was too strong to be destroyed by that one awful day in Georgia. The day that Kyzer Stanfield tried to take something that was not his.
CHAPTER 50
Taz had sucked it up and after his sixty-day suspension, and returned to the bureau. I was relieved. It would not have gone over well with me if he had walked away from the career that he considered his life-long dream. Things between Taz and Slate seemed to be back to normal.
I had transferred to online classes through U of V so it worked out well, I didn’t have to leave home to attend. My degree program was back on track.
It was now mid-April, and I had recently undergone reversal of the colonoscopy. It was relatively minor surgery, but for the next few months, I had to monitor my diet and introduce different foods very gradually.
Taz was attending classes on campus this quarter, so he was gone a couple of nights during the week at school from 6:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m.
I finished up on-line, submitting the unit quiz and composition for the week. I powered off my laptop, standing up and stretching. The clock over the mantle in the living room read 9:16 p.m. Taz would be home in a little over an hour. I could handle that.
