First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 91

  I cannot believe Taytum. The young woman who has turned my whole world upside down, just asked me to marry her like it was the most natural thing. I was not expecting this. My hand's still shaking as I stare at the ring. I've never owned anything this beautiful, but it's not the diamond that's wrecking me. It's her. It's Taytum. It's that letter. The way she sees me. The way she loves me in every single word. The way she loves my daughter.

  I don't know how long we stay on the floor, wrapped up in each other, tears drying between kisses. But eventually the silence settles again, heavy with everything that just changed. I pull back and look at her. She's still watching me, like she's waiting to see if this is real.

  I cup her face and kiss her slow, deep. I don't say anything this time. Just let her feel it.

  Then I whisper, "Come with me."

  I stand up and tug her hand. She follows without a word. I lead her past the dining table, past the kitchen, careful to keep quiet as we walk upstairs. KK's, already asleep and I want this just for us.

  In our bedroom, I close the door gently behind us and flick the lock.

  Taytum looks at me like she's trying to read my mind.

  I don't give her time to. I back her against the door and kiss her like I need air. My fingers sink into her hair that's in a bun, her hair soft and familiar as I tug the bun loose. Her hands find my waist, but I grab them and pin them to the door.

  "I need you to just feel," I murmur. "Don't think. Don't plan. Just feel... me."

  Her eyes darken. She nods once, breath catching.

  I lean in close, lips brushing her ear. "Let me take care of you... fiancée."

  The word makes her whole body react. I feel it in the way she presses into me, the way her breath rushes out. I unbutton her shirt slowly, kissing each inch of skin I reveal. Her collarbone. Her shoulders. The swell of her breasts. Her tattoos as they become visible. I tug it off and drop it to the floor, followed by her sports bra.

  Her top half bare to me now, and I step back just long enough to take her in.

  "God, look at you," I whisper.

  Her skin is flushed. Her nipples already hard. Her eyes, wide and locked on mine.

  I kiss down her chest, soft at first, then rougher, sucking one nipple into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers. She moans, low and desperate.

  "Dani..." she gasps.

  I don't answer. I drop to my knees and unbutton her jeans, dragging them down with her underwear in one slow, practiced motion. I kiss the inside of her thighs, slow and teasing, until she's trembling.

  She braces her hands on my shoulders, breathing hard. I look up at her. "Get on the bed."

  She moves without a word, climbing back onto the mattress and lying on her back, legs falling open like she's offering everything.

  I crawl over Taytum, kiss her again, then slide two fingers between her thighs. She's soaked. My name leaves her lips like a plea.

  I touch her slowly at first, just enough to keep her right there. I circle her clit, then slide lower, easing two fingers inside. She arches off the bed, mouth falling open.

  "Fuck," she whispers. "Right there. Don't stop."

  I curl my fingers just right and press deeper. She tightens around me and I keep going, my mouth on her neck, her shoulder, her chest. I know I will leave marks but I don't care.