Free OBSESSED WITH TAYLOR JAMES by Toye Lawson Brown

a date, I would
be happy to go with you.”
    She patted him on the cheek. “It’s a baby shower.”
    “In that case, I rescind my offer.  What time will the baby
shower be over?”
    She calculated in her head. “It starts at 4:00 so maybe
7:00pm or 8:00pm tonight.  I can’t imagine it will go longer than that; she is
eight months pregnant and will tire easily.”
    He walked over to the door. “I will meet you here at 9:00pm
and I’ll bring the booze.”
    Taylor braced her hands on his hard chest pushing him
against the door.  He was wearing a snug-fitting navy blue T-shirt and dark
blue jeans.  The characteristics of his upper body were hard to ignore.  His
muscular arms strained against the sleeves of the T-shirt outlining the
hardness of his muscled chest and flat stomach. The shirt tucked inside his
jeans give form to his athletic hips and toned buttocks. His body filled the
relaxed denim material like the male models for the 501 Jeans ads on
television.
    She kissed the tip of his nose. “The booze is fine but don’t
forget to bring that other important item.”  His look of confusion caused her
to arch an eyebrow. “Come on, counselor, you know what I’m talking about?”
    A salacious grin unfolded across his face. “Are you sure you
are ready?”
    She ran her hand up his thigh.  Feathering her fingers
across the fly of his jeans, she pressed the palm of her hand flat against it. 
He pulsated against her palm. “Oh, I’m sure. And, if you don’t leave now, I
won’t make it to my scheduled appointments or the baby shower.”
    His hand grasped the base of her neck dragging her head
towards him.  His lips sought hers to weld them together in a passionate kiss. 
Her lips parted as Mario’s tongue invaded her mouth.  He tasted sweet to her. 
Their moaning in the small space bounced from wall to wall.
    Mario hands wandered her body.  His fingers tracing the
curves of her side, moving up her body until his thumb rested underneath the
band of her sports bra.  Taylor inhaled when his thumb touched her nipple
causing it to harden.
    He lowered his head running his lips over her plump nipples
poking through the bra.  Through the material of the bra, he sucked a nipple
into his mouth. Taylor, head fell back from the pleasure slamming her body. 
Using her hand, she lifted the bra so he could get to the actual flesh.
    He used the flat of his tongue to tighten the nipple
harder.  Taylor’s hands ran down his broad back to rest at the waist of his
jeans.  She tugged the T-shirt pulling at it up until it was free from his
jeans.
    As he feasted on her breasts, she moved her hands under his
shirt feeling the definition of his hard muscles.  She had never touched his
bare body and the heat of him pressing against her was too much for her
handle.  Her legs were shaking trying to support her weight.  He popped her
breast from his mouth to switch sides.  That sent the juices flowing through
her loins.
    She unbuckled his jeans slipping a hand inside to greet what
was pressing hard against her abdomen.  He rolled the spandex shorts from her
hips taking her underwear with them.  His fingers found the other set of lips
in need of attention.  He inserted a finger causing her to cry out.
    “Which way to the bedroom,” he whispered in her ear.
    She started to answer him when a hard knock hit the other
side of the door.  Mario’s back was against the door supporting her weight. He
became still, and she stopped moving.  Her heart was pounding as she clung to
him. 
    She could not see through the peephole from her position. 
She tried to gather her senses. Her voice, not under control came out
high-pitched and squeaky. “Who is it?”
    “Dillon.  I forgot my legal pad on the kitchen table.  Can
you let me in so I can grab it?  I don’t have your keys with me.”
    She put a finger to Mario’s lips as he removed his finger
and helped fix her clothing.  “Um, give me a second to put my clothes on.