No good. (BWWM) *CONTINUED*

Chapter 9

Taylor's POV

My whole body was tingling from his being on mine. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I'd never kissed or made out with anyone, but I followed his lead.

Cayden's soft lips covered mine and he kissed me gently. My hands ran though his hair. He tilted his head and parted his lips just a little and his tongue pleaded to enter, so I let him in, making me moan.

One of his hands found its way to my ass, while the other slipped up the back of my w!shirt and caressed my bare lower back. I shivered at his touch. I could have never imagined that someone would make me feel this way with something as simple as having a hand on my back.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair and fisted it earning a sound of pleasure to come from him. He could have any girl, but tonight he chose me. Why me? I thought.

He shouldn't be touching me like this, holding me the way he's holding me. He most certainly shouldn't have grabbed me in places he had no business being, but I wanted him to. It felt right.

Just then, a phone rang. Whether it was mine or his, I couldn't tell. His hands were on me and mine were on him. When the ringing wouldn't subside he pulled a way and groaned while his remaining hand caressed my lower back.

His touch made me shiver and squirm which was funny because it wasn't cold at all. It was all his fault, making me slightly lose control over my body like that.

"Ugh." Cayden kissed me softly. I licked my lips, tilted my head and huffed out some air. We held a lust filled gaze until he pulled his phone out from his right front pocket. His other hand was splayed across my lower back, holding me close to him.

"Crap." He said apologetically. "It's my mom. I've gotta take this."  My hands slid from his neck, to his shoulders, and down his chest, where they finally ended up back by my sides. He smiled as the comfort of his warm large hand slipped away from my back and he made his way to the front door.

As soon as the door shut I could hear the muffled sounds of his conversation, and I slowly sunk down into a puddle against the wall.

Did this actually just happen? No. Not possible. Wow Taylor, what a cruel dream. I thought to myself. Soon after pinching my forearm it's became apparent this was all reality. 

It wasn't hard to hear that his mother was pretty upset with him, because he apologized for whatever the hell he did to piss her off more than a total of 10 times. I could even hear her voice from his phone, and she proved to be just as scary as my mom.

Their conversation came to a close and the door knob twisted, which caused me to jump to my feet.

Cayden came through the door looking exhausted and he let out a distressed sigh. "I'm guessing you heard all that, huh?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I did actually." We were staring one another down, and then he looked away.  I sauntered toward him.

"You look exhausted Cayden." I said stopping in front of him. "And I know my thoughts may not matter to you, but I don't like the idea of you driving in the middle of the night tired. It isn't safe. Maybe you could just tell her you're staying at a friends for the night." I finished. I looked up to find a cheeky handsome grin on his face. "What?" I laughed feeling foolish. As if he would take me up on my offer. 

"Are you suggesting we have a sleepover Taylor?" He teased making me look down at me feet and clear my throat. This made him laugh. "I'm only joking. It's just really cool that you care."