Free Always by Deb Stover Page A

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    Chapter 5
     
          Gordon's dreams were filled with memories of Taylor's body against his out on Vista Road last night. Her nipples boring into his shoulder blade while he worked on the engine had driven him crazy. Unfortunately, that small sample had only whetted his appetite, so dreams of the summer between their junior and senior years in high school provided the balance of his torture.
          One incident in particular replayed again and again on Morpheus's VCR. Their first time. God, he would never forget that afternoon. They'd been dating for almost a year by then, and necking in the back seat of his Jeep had grown daring enough to involve total nudity.
          What happened next was a rite of passage.
          Gordon had known it would happen. They both had. Fourth of July. The fireworks display in Digby couldn't come close to competing with what had happened earlier that day in Silas Canyon. He remembered every delectable detail....
          Taylor met him at Spring Park with a picnic basket, then they drove up to the canyon to eat by the waterfall. Amazingly, he even remembered her clothes–a pair of white shorts with a red belt and a blue tank top for the holiday. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail that bobbed when she walked, curls spiraling toward her cheeks.
          From the moment he pulled the parking brake on his Jeep and cut the engine, making love with Taylor became inevitable. Destined. The picnic lunch was the farthest thing from both their minds. And hearts.
          "Come on, Gordon." With sunlight shining through the pines, she jumped out of the Jeep and gave him an inviting smile that nearly killed him. She pulled the ribbon from her hair and let it cascade down her back. "Last one in's a rotten egg." Still watching him, her expression grew solemn as she pulled her tank top over her head and hung it over the open window. Her sandals landed in the seat, followed by her shorts and a pair of plain white panties.
          Nothing had ever looked sexier than Taylor's panties on the front seat of his Jeep. Except for Taylor herself, and the come hither expression in her eyes.
          Even at seventeen she had the shape of a woman. She looked like a wood nymph or some kind of goddess standing there with her curves kissed by dappled sunshine. They'd talked about going all the way, and now it looked as if it would finally happen.
          Gordon's young body stood at attention. Every muscle tensed and his hands trembled as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Watching Taylor walk toward him, he pulled off his sneakers and tube socks and tossed them into the Jeep with his shirt. By the time she paused in front of him, he wore only his cut-offs and briefs, and the biggest hard-on of his young life.
          She placed both hands on his shoulders and stepped closer, the pink tips of her breasts brushing against his rib-cage. He was dizzy, crazed, mad with desire.
          "Kiss me, Gordon," she whispered, raising on tiptoe to meet his lips.
          His arms went around her and she opened her mouth for his tongue. The only sexual experience they had was with each other, and they'd spent a lot of time practicing for this day. He knew how to kiss her, where to touch her. And he loved her with all his heart. Nothing was as important to him as Taylor. Nothing.
          He buried his fingers in her silky hair as he tasted her. Her arms went around his neck and she trembled against him, her nipples flattened against his chest. Slowly, he eased his hands down her back, relishing her softness, savoring her bare skin. Emboldened, he cupped her bare bottom and pressed her hips against his.
          She pulled back, her lips red and swollen, her green eyes drugged with passion. Then a wicked smile curved her mouth and she bolted for the falls, giggling all the way.
          Breathless, Gordon