I stare at him, lost at the beautiful sight of the man standing before me, whom from his hair to his toe screams perfection. He doesn't put any effort into his appearance which is his blue jean and a white T-shirt and brown boots. I have known him for one thing and it is that Rory is always casual with me for reasons I've yet to discover, but still few details like hair and his behaviour are neat and kept.
I blink back into reality after my thorough analysis of him. "Wh- what? How..?" I stutter, immediately getting nervous and sweaty as his gaze inspect me as well -only there's amusement and deep want in his eyes.
"I'm here because I wanted to see you, and how? The front door was opened so I entered. And you don't look bad yourself." He closes the door and crosses his hands over his chest, still not breaking eye contact with me.
Seriously, Is he trying to hypnotise me? 'Cause, it's working!!!
"Hey then." I awkwardly greet with a quick smile that vanishes off immediately it entered my face.
"Hi" he casually replies.
"How are you?" I say as I would to a stranger or someone I just met, but he doesn't fail to play along either.
"Good and you?"
I giggle nervously as he walks closer, "I'm fine."
"I'm just coming from Paris office-" he pauses intensionally, giving me a knowing look.
I'm not going to think about you and Paris if that's what you're expecting.
"Oh. Cool." I respond, suddenly becoming breathless.
He knows you well, he also knows how you get when he talks about matters relating to Paris and him.
"She blamed me for your leaving. Which I will partly take the blame." he taunts, chuckling lightly and glancing at me.
"I didn't leave because of you."
"Oh you didn't?" his lips presses into a thin line as he gives me a wide eye. "Then why did you?"
"Because I didn't want to work there anymore."
"And who's the one responsible for this decision?" He smiles humorously at me.
You.
Not wanting to say or admit to him the reason, I open my mouth for whatever is in it to flow out. "Rory I'm sorry about Friday." I take a step back and clenching hardly to my towel around my body.
"I understand." he strolls forward.
My brow furrow, "You do?"
"You said what you had to because a lot was happening."
"I did," I say, more to myself, trying to convince myself that his words are true.
"But I know the truth." he unfolds his hand and stuffs them into his pocket, before launching faster forward towards me.
My heart takes this sudden movement in a panic, but I decide to keep quiet about it. There is nowhere else to go, my back is already against the wall literally. "You don't want me to be with Paris, even when you asked me to go to her, just like you keep backing away even though deep down you want me to kiss you, adore you, worship you and make sweet love to you."
Well, what are you waiting for then?
I shudder at his words and my cheeks heat up and my body catches fire and my eyes lower. I clench tightly to my towel knowing I didn't have that much strength to resist or fight the building urges within me anymore. I mean how can I? These past few days I've gone to bed wishing I could hear his voice or feel his touch at least and now he's here offering more than just his touch and his voice, but his body as well.
My chin is tilted up so I can look up at Rory. "I want all these things too. I want to wake up close to you, make love to you at night and also in the day. I want to call you mine in the face of the world, I want your beautiful moments and times when you feel insecure. I want you to be mine forever, body, mind and soul. I want to own you, and I want you to own me too. I want you to be my wife, the mother of my future children. I want a lot of things, but most importantly, I want you."
I blink blankly as I lose the words to say, stun by this new revelation. My heart clench hardly and the only sound I hear is the beating of Rory's heart. Tears run down my eyes even though what I want to do is throw my arms around his neck and smile and laugh because this is the best confession anyone's has ever told me and hearing it from Rory's mouth is satisfying as well as gratifying.
His soft hand wipe off my tears, before looking down at me. "If you still want me to leave, I will." His lips brush over mine as he says this, sending weakening shivers down my spine and I bite my lips in an attempt to not look away from him.
"I want you to stay," I say through trembling lips. "I want to always be with you too."
His thumb runs over my lower lips, and they part on their own accord and a smile appears on his lips as a moan erupts from my mouth.
"Let it out." He purrs softly, but hungrily as he trails his hand down my neck to my hand that's still holding on to the towel around me.
He slowly pulls at my hand there and I release the towel from my grip and loosen it. It falls away leaving me in only my black panties and bra and cold hit my skin and I whimper and shudder, but his hand do away with the cold once they got to work its magic on my exposed flesh. Moaning I help him out of his clothes and begin to run my hand over his chest in a soft caress. He growls in pleasure, his tongue licking hungrily at my bottom lip. "Your fingers feel so good hun, don't stop."
He pushed his hips against my stomach so I can feel the longing there and I look up at him to see his silently pleading eyes. I reach for his belt and unbuckled it I push it down leaving only his Kevin Klein shorts on. Without warning he sweeps me off my feet and following my instinct, I wrap my legs around him, and he brings me to bed. He does not rush to get in but instead, he takes his time to thoroughly gaze down on my body, his burning eyes not falling to see and pay attention to the little details.
"Rory." I choke out as his eyes set me on fire with my desire for him which I can't seem to control anymore. I badly ache for him to come and my voice trembles aloud. "Are you just gonna stand there?!"
He chuckles on regaining control, "You're going to be my destruction" he takes a quick inhale as if holding himself from what it is he wants to do and climb to the bed to finally claim my lips in a wet, deep intoxicating kiss.
Forcefully he pulls his lips from mine to say. "Tell me when you want me to stop." He says, his eyes betraying his words, there is no way he's letting me go and I'm not going stop him
"Okay," I mumble before he roughly takes my lips in his in a hot, all-consuming, passionate kiss again...
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"I'm so sorry I'm late Jake, where are you guys seated?"
"The second seat in the fourth roll."
"Okay. I'm coming." I stuff the phone into my pocket after ending the call and begin to walk towards the stadium, where I can already hear the loud cheering of the crowd.
Seriously Taylor. Today of all day to go early for.
"Thought you weren't going to show up." Comes Keenan worried and concerned voice. "What took you so long?" I turn around to see Keenan pacing behind me.
He is wearing a black leather jacket on a blue polo and tight black skinny jeans that fit him perfectly, as it displays his long slender legs. I have to admit that this ginger-haired rather handsome and ravishing and a little breathtakingly provoking.
What did I just think?!
"Like what you see?" he teases, with a wink of his eyes.
I grow red and before I can get them times to calculate, his hands are already holding my face and locking my eyes in his. His eyes concentrate delicately on my lips and he tilts my chin up higher and his right hand goes a little below my lip line to wipe at something there.
"Your gloss was smeared there." He tells me before letting go of my face.
Damn Rory has done that! Stealing kisses from me even when he knew I was late and had to go.
I inhale sharply and regain my composure. "Thank you," I say lowly.
"You thought I was going to kiss you yes?" His brow arches up, but he already knows the answer.
I roll my eyes. "I'm irresistible and you are not trustworthy," I answer with a snort.
My mouth pulse when I realise what has gone out of it and he goes awfully quiet. Why do I throw these mean words at him all the time?
"You're right, I'm not trustworthy," He begins to say, his voice picking up from the dull tone I cast it into, to a lighter one. "And you're irresistible."
"I should,.." I trail off, then remember that I can't run away from him 'cause he's also going to be with us in the stadium.
"Loosen up, Taylor." he advises, "I'm not that wild. I might have done terrible things in the past, but I can change. I may not be perfect, but you're not helping me."
"You're not ready to change. If you did you wouldn't have gone away on Friday when I needed you." I lash out, entering the stadium and walking word and heading for the second roll.
"I already said I'm sorry!" He exclaims with a loud disbelieving voice, making the few people around stare.
"Save it." I keep walking.
"Fine!"