Oh my. Who was she kidding? If Zeke would’ve made a hot, lusty move on her, she would’ve given in to his demands and made sweet, passionate love to him. What woman wouldn’t? After all, Zeke had all the qualities any woman could ever want. He was every woman’s dream. At least he was her dream. Always had been her dream. Always would be her dream man.
Zeke stirred. “Taylor, are you awake?”
With all that hard manhood pressed into her behind, of course she was awake. “Yes. I’m awake.”
Zeke palmed her shoulder and gestured for Taylor to face him. Beautiful. Zeke was simply a beautiful man.
When Zeke caressed the side of Taylor’s face, she felt an eager affection coming from him. “How’d you sleep last night?” he asked, a sense of longing in his voice.
“Wonderful. I haven’t slept that well in years.” Probably never. Having Zeke sleep next to her last night had provided her with comfort. Security. Warmth and love. Made her hopeful about her future. Their future. Zeke had said yesterday he was there to stay, and for some reason Taylor believed him.
“What about you? How did you sleep?” Taylor asked.
A heart-rending tenderness settled in his gaze. “I woke up a few times last night to make sure you were still here by my side, and you were. I still find it hard to believe that you’re here in Paris, with me. That I found you. That God led me to you. Finally.”
Using the tip of his index finger, Zeke touched Taylor’s forehead. He slowly trailed his finger down her cheek. Traced the outline of her lips.
Gazing into Zeke’s sexy, dark brown eyes, moisture seeped into her core. My, she wanted him inside her. Wanted to feel his thickness like she used to when she was just sixteen. Imagining Zeke slipping between her slick folds, her walls clenched. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“Sure. But first I want this.” Zeke slanted his mouth over Taylor’s and kissed her feverishly. Bolts of electricity shot through her veins, then blasted straight to her opening. Her clitoris knotted. Twining her tongue with his, her labia fluttered.
Zeke groaned huskily in Taylor’s throat, and she drank it in. His shaft turned to stone against the lower part of her belly. Oh God, how she wanted him to make love to her. Now. Right freaking now. Suddenly, he broke their heated kiss and left her mouth burning like wildfire.
Husky breaths pierced through the opening of Taylor’s mouth from kissing Zeke. “I know this may sound crazy, but although you’re here, I still miss you.”
His fingers glided along her collarbone. “That doesn’t sound crazy at all. I still miss you, too. We have a lot of lost time to make up for. If you’re free today, I’d like to start making up some of it right away. I want to spend the whole day with you, Taylor.”
Yes! her mind cheered. “What do you have in mind?”
“First, I’d like to take you to the land where I plan on building the Balfour Renaissance Hotel. Afterwards, I want to tour the city with you. Are you game?”
“Yes. I’m game.” Taylor eased up in bed, turned sideways, then flung her feet to the floor. Looking at her toes, she felt she could use a pedicure. Standing next to her queen-size bed, she grabbed her robe from the cranberry chair and shrugged her arms through the sleeves.
Zeke flung back the covers, then quickly got out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower.” Walking towards her, he rolled his shirt over his head, then tossed it on the bed. Lord have mercy! The muscles in Zeke’s chest bunched. His hard biceps looked like ripe plums. With an eight-pack and muscles galore, Zeke’s body looked as if it’d been sculpted perfectly by a world-renowned artist.
Water filled Taylor’s mouth, and her sex clenched as fine-behind Zeke walked past her and headed into the bathroom. As Taylor footed towards the kitchen, her mind drifted back to the last time Zeke and her had been together before yesterday.
Right after he’d given her the promise ring, they’d made love in the lake–and my, it’d felt so good. Had been so wonderful. Zeke’s shaft had been gigantic back then.
If his manhood had been that big at eighteen, there was no telling how big it was now that he was a grown man. Gripping the handle of a frying pan, Taylor lowered it to the stove and turned it on high.
Whipping up some eggs in a dish, Taylor smiled. I can’t wait to see how big Zeke’s penis is now that he’s older. Hopefully, it’ll fit.
HOT WATER SPRAYED Zeke’s back as he scrubbed his chest with a bar of soap. Dying to make love to Taylor, his hard rod stretched down his thigh. Then some more. And some more. The bulging head on his erection threatened to burst with cum just from thinking of Taylor.
Taylor had felt so good snuggled up against him last night and this morning. It’d been difficult to keep his hands to himself while in her presence. Been challenging to keep his manhood soft. While he may have been the perfect gentleman thus far, he didn’t feel confident he could keep it up. Damn, my cock hurts.
Taylor set him aflame in a way that no other woman ever had. Sure, he’d had sex with women while in college. A few after college. Some one-night stands. But that’s all it was—just sex.
Zeke placed the bar of soap back in its dish, then fisted his erection. Thinking about how he used to flick Taylor’s nipples with his tongue, he slowly began jerking himself. Up and down. Up and down. Damn, he needed to be inside Taylor’s sex bad. Real. Bad. Groaning, Zeke felt his mushroom head leak with pre-cum.
Wanting to save himself for Taylor later on this evening, or until she was ready to make love to him, Zeke released his aching rod, rinsed off, and got out of the shower. Feeling like he had the blue balls, he grabbed the towel from the rack and began toweling off. He mentally ordered his tool to soften, but it wouldn’t. That sucker stayed hard as a pipe.
Pained erection pointing straight out, Zeke began drying his hair with the towel. Back in the day, Taylor used to let him have his way with her body. Make sweet, passionate love to her–and boy, did he used to enjoy it. Not because he’d wanted to use her, but because he’d loved her. Because he’d connected with her on so many levels. And although he’d just found her, he already knew she was the woman for him. He’d known she was the only girl for him his entire life.
Sure, he’d dated a lot of women. Just recently broke up with a gal by the name of Tessalyn a few months ago. But none of them had even come close to winning his heart. Although he’d been involved with too many women to count, he’d always known if Taylor Spelling ever came back into his life, he’d drop the woman he was with like hot cakes for a chance to get back with Taylor.
You’re the only woman for me, Taylor. I’ve always known it. After Zeke got dressed, he made his way into the kitchen. When he arrived, his mouth smiled, and so did his heart. Taylor had set the dining table by the window for two—him and her. Fluffy scrambled eggs, English muffins, bacon, and fresh fruits adorned the dishes.
Eyeballing the tasty-looking food, Zeke’s stomach growled. He pulled out Taylor’s chair for her, and after she took her seat, her rounded the table and took his. Admiring her breathtaking beauty, he slid his arms across the table, cupped her hands, and said the blessing. “Heavenly Father. I come to You this morning to say thank You for the food we’re about to receive. May it be a nourishment to our bodies. Bless the hands that prepared this meal, Dear Lord. In addition, please bless this relationship between Taylor and myself as we embark on a new journey. Thank you, Dear Lord, for giving Taylor back to me. Amen,” he said, bringing the prayer to a close.
Taylor lifted her bowed head and met Zeke’s gaze. “Amen. That was such a lovely blessing.” For a brief moment, Zeke sat across from Taylor, staring at her face, not uttering a single word. “What are you thinking?”
Dullness came into his eyes. “I’m thinking about our son, Taylor. I can’t help but wonder what he looks like. Does he look like me? Or you? Whose personality does he have? Who does he sound like when he laughs? It breaks my heart to know he’s out there somewhere without me or you.”
“I know how you feel. It hurts t
o know he’s out there in this cruel world, being raised by someone else. For years, I tried to find Zavier. I’ve hired so many private investigators, but they all came up empty-handed. Deep down in my soul, I can feel he’s alive.” Taylor patted the space over her heart. “I can feel he’s alive in here. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never stop believing that. I just pray that whoever has our son is taking great care of him. Loving him like we would.”
Pain riveted on Zeke’s face. “I’m going to do everything in my power to try and find our son, Taylor. It’s been a while since I’ve looked for him. I used to look for y’all a lot when I first returned to Hilton Head Island. I even went looking for you at your mother’s house when I first came back from college, but by then you and Veronica had left Hilton Head Island.”
“Why didn’t you call me back, or reach out to me after Katherine told you I came to visit you?” Taylor felt he owed her an explanation.
Zeke’s head jerked. “I’m confused. What are you talking about?”
“A few days after I was rescued, right after I got out of the hospital, I went to your father’s house looking for you. Katherine answered the door. She called you while I was there and left a message on your phone for you on my behalf. She told you to call home because they’d found me and I wanted to speak with you. I waited years for you to call me, but you never did. What kept you from calling me, Zeke?”
Frowning, Zeke banged his fist on the table, causing Taylor’s glass of orange juice to spill. “That evil woman. Katherine never told me you called, Taylor. This is the first time I ever knew you tried to reach me.”
Anger boiled inside Zeke about what Katherine had done. Wait until I get my hands on Katherine. Right now, Zeke felt like he could strangle the life out of Katherine for keeping such important information from him. What kind of person would do such an ugly thing? An evil one. A very evil one.
Chapter Eleven
The freezing cold January air clung to Taylor’s face as she and Zeke embraced each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. Being in Zeke’s arms like this seemed unreal. Like she was dreaming. If she was dreaming, she prayed she’d never wake up.
With their noses touching, Taylor’s gaze soaked up Zeke’s dreary eyes. Smooching his sexy lips together, he pecked her lips. “Doing all this tourist stuff, have I worn you out yet?” Zeke’s husky voice rolled over her, making her nipples tingle.
She dreamed of being made love to tonight. “Not hardly. I’m having the time of my life, and I never want it to end.”
Zeke’s sexy mouth pulled into a grin. “Ditto.”
Zeke and Taylor had explored Paris a lot today. They’d had the wonderful pleasure of sightseeing the National Museum of Modern Art, The Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, and now they stood wrapped in each other’s arms in front of the Eiffel Tower.
Wanting always to remember this beautiful romantic moment, Taylor snuggled her head against Zeke’s thick chest and looked up at the beautiful Eiffel Tower sculpture.
Purple hues made a beautiful backlash in the sky as evening neared. The fading sun lowered to the horizon. Tourists walked along the grounds, some snapping photos of their surroundings. Being with Zeke like this made Taylor elated.
Struggling not to cry happy tears, Taylor’s nose burned. Her eyes moistened. And so did her sex. Yep. It got wet there, too. How could it not? One of the finest men in the world was holding her like he adored her. Like he loved her. Like a wife he could never get enough of. Like a wife he couldn’t live without.
“Do you mind if I take a selfie of us?” Taylor wondered.
“As long as you send it to me, go right ahead.”
Taylor extracted her cell from her purse, put her cheek to Zeke’s, and snapped the photo of the two of them looking madly in love in front of one of the most beautiful pieces of art she’d ever seen. Although she’d seen the Eiffel Tower many times before today, it still felt like it was her very first time. Maybe it felt that way because she now looked at it through a different set of eyes. Eyes filled with love. Hope. And promise. Zeke had given her the gift to look at things differently. For that, she’d forever be grateful.
Zeke and Taylor strolled hand in hand along the emerald grass. Making their way toward the street to catch a taxi, Zeke stated, “Would you like to go to dinner tonight?”
She’d much rather be at home in private with him instead, she thought, yet still contemplated it. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to pick up something to eat.”
“What do you have in mind for dinner?”
“A salad.”
“A salad?” Zeke chuckled. “What else?” he asked, flagging down a taxi as they stood on a tiny bridge above the Seine. The taxi pulled up on the curb and slowed. Just as Zeke pulled open the back door of the taxi for her, a romantic Paris cruise ship passed by, sailing the Seine. “A big guy like me needs more than a salad for dinner.”
“And a model like me has to keep her figure in shape. So all I’m eating is a salad tonight,” Taylor said, then slid in the backseat of the taxi.
Zeke climbed in behind her. After giving the driver Taylor’s address, he cupped her hand. Taylor loved how touchy-feely Zeke was. In many ways, he was still the same old Zeke. In other ways, he was a much different person. Either way, he was too good to be true.
“Speaking of figure,” he broached the subject again, “you have a very nice body, Taylor. I hope you don’t sit around worrying about your shape. It wouldn’t matter to me if you were a size zero or a size-twenty six, I’d still love you, my love. Being in shape is a good thing, but more importantly, I’m concerned with what’s in a person’s heart. Your heart is good, Taylor. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Hearing Zeke say he’d love her even if she got big made her heart squeeze. “I wouldn’t care if you lost your figure either.”
Zeke chuckled. “That’s good to know, because the way I eat,” he patted his stomach, “there’s no telling what may happen to this body of mine.”
“You’re so physically fit. You must exercise all the time.”
“As a matter of fact, I do. Started in college, and haven’t slowed down since. Exercising relaxes me. Help me deal with stress. After I lost you…” Zeke’s words trailed off. A sullen expression showed on his face. “Let’s think of happy times only tonight,” he quickly changed the subject.
I can’t wait to run my hands all over his muscles. Hoping Zeke would finally try to make love to her this evening, Taylor’s sex throbbed. She’d never had sex with a man other than Zeke, and that was when she was a little girl; she needed to know what it felt like to have sex as a woman now. Once they made love, she prayed she didn’t disappoint him from her lack of sexual experience.
Head over heels for him, she laid her head on his shoulder. Zeke’s spicy cologne traveled up her nose, enticing her. Making her more excited.
Bright city lights and billboards radiated brightly throughout the romantic city, flashing sporadically inside the taxi. Long minutes later, the taxi pulled up to her apartment and dropped them off.
Taylor pushed through the door of her apartment, with Zeke towing behind her. His bold presence stalking so closely behind her caused heat to smolder through her bones. From her breasts, to her sex, to her toes, this hunk disturbed her libido in every way possible.
Dropping her purse on the couch, she walked over to the intercom. In the mood for cuddling and hot sex, Taylor pressed the button on the wall. Slow R&B melodies sailed from the speakers, softly resounding throughout her entire apartment.
Linking her gaze with Zeke’s, Taylor walked back over to where he stood, in front of the sofa. He delicately pushed her bangs from her forehead, then his fingers slowly undid the buttons on her white trench coat. “This color coat looks great with your skin complexion. Makes you look soft and elegant.”
“Thanks.” Shrugging her arms from the sleeves of the thick coat, Taylor turned her back to Zeke. Zeke’s big hands wrapped around the fabric of her sleeves and helped remove the c
oat from her warm, tingling body. He’s such a gentleman, she thought, her back still to him.
Desiring to turn around and kiss him, Taylor took a step forward. Zeke softly touched her shoulders, seizing her. With her back to him, he pressed his hard length into her rear. Tingles spread through her veins like hot oil. He’s hard. Oh, how I want him.
Caressing Taylor’s shoulders, Zeke dropped his lips to her ear and breathed hotly. “Thank you for spending the whole day with me. I want to make love to you, Taylor. Let me pleasure your body like I used to, only better. Tonight. Now.” His deep voice heightened her arousal. Fire and desire coursed through Taylor’s veins. Fluid excreted from her vagina and wet her panties. No one but Zeke had this kind of effect on her.
Taylor slowly turned around to face Zeke. Dark brown wiry hair grazed his shoulders. Heated desire flickered in his dark brown pupils. When he swallowed, the ball in his thick neck glided up and down. The man looked as if he could eat her alive, and she hoped like hell he did. All the models bragged about how good oral sex felt, and she couldn’t wait for Zeke’s long tongue to show her.
Taylor cupped Zeke’s jaw. “I’ve waited ten long years for this, Zeke. Make love to me. Now.”
Zeke’s mouth descended down roughly onto Taylor’s. Groaning hoarsely, he thrashed his tongue into her mouth and twined it with hers. Sucking. Pulling. Tugging. Waves of heat flooded Taylor. His scorching kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy shooting through her.
Keeping his mouth intact with hers, Zeke zipped down Taylor’s black pants and removed them. Rolling her red sweater over her head, he grinded his erection into her stomach. Sucking on her tongue, he motioned his head backwards, his juicy tongue slipping from between her burning lips.
Zeke’s eyes kissed Taylor’s body as she now stood in front of him wearing a hot pink lace bra with matching panties. His hands caressing her arms, love filled his irises.
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