Free Taste (Sense Series Book 2) by Ellen Lake Page B

going to let me change that. That’s not going to stop me from continuing to try, one day I may get lucky and catch him on a good day.
    “I’ve missed you today,” he said looking into my eyes.
    “I’ve miss you too babe,” I responded.
    “If we make it official, you can just move in here with me. You’re here all the time anyway,” he said.
    I grabbed my drink and took a big gulp. I wasn’t ready to get into that kind of conversation with him yet. I wasn’t ready to move in with him at all. The truth is that I’d never lived with a man before. I’ve always preferred to have my own space and safe haven away from the relationship. My apartment has been my safety net, and I wouldn’t be giving that up for a long time. I’ve seen women stay in relationships for far longer than they should have because they’ve merged their finances with a man. Then when they breakup they have to decide who gets the CD’s, DVDs, the couch, and even the dog. I wanted to pass up all of that drama, and I could do without it in my life. I had no plans on fully living with a man until a few months before our wedding.
     I’m not old fashioned, but I am practical and that just doesn’t seem like a good idea to me. I tried to think of a way to convey my feelings to him regarding the subject in a very non-confrontational way. He did his best not to take things personal, but I could tell that this was something that he really wanted from me.
    “You know I’m not ready for that,” I said softly.
    “What will it take for you to get ready?”
    “Time and consistency,” I responded, “Those are the only two things that will prepare me for a relationship. I need to do this at a pace that I’m comfortable with.”
    He sighed and leaned his head back on the couch, “I’m really trying, and I don’t want to push you. It’s just that I’m so sure that you’re the woman that I want to be with. It hurts a little to know that the feeling isn’t mutual.”
    “Aww, don’t say that. I really do feel like you’re the person for me, and I’m so happy that you’re in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way but for my own peace of mind I need to take my time. Just give me a little longer, and then we can take a leap into traditional coupledom.”
    “Okay, just don’t take too long. I’m in high demand,” he said jokingly.
    “Is that so?” I asked lightly slapping him on the shoulder.
    “It’s true, but I only have eyes for my red-haired goddess.”
    “That better be the case,” I laughed.
    He leaned in to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue dipped between my lips and I gladly opened my mouth to accept his gentle probing. His tongue was velvety and smooth, and he tasted of the vodka that he’d just drank. His hands played along the edges of my t-shirt before he caressed my stomach and cupped my breast. My breathing became ragged and I all of a sudden couldn’t be close enough to him.
    I lifted and straddled him on the couch, his cock was pressing against the seat of my jeans. I could feel him swell beneath me, and I rocked back and forth against him. His grip on me tightened as I purposely aroused him. I looked at his face, and I fell in love with the look on his face. He was gone, away from here, and enjoying the feel of my body against his own. He was immersed in me, and it warmed my heart.
    He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, freeing my breast from the horrible contraption made for women. His warm hands kneaded my mounds of flesh and my nipples pebbled at his touch. I laid my head on his shoulder and moved hips to a rhythm that only I could hear in my head.
    “The things that you do to me,” he whispered into my ear.
    “Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked.
    “More than you’ll ever know,” he responded.
    I couldn’t take anymore, and I stood to my feet and he echoed my actions. We quickly removed our clothing. He led to the arm of his huge sofa and bent me over it. I shamelessly