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Introduction: Taylor Lautner is the bad boy superstar, who can get anything and everyone he wants at the snap of a finger. Meeting a girl who can do the same? What will happen when they are set to live under the same roof for two months? M rating comes in here. Names of friends have been changed. Heard of a French exchange? German exchange?

Fucking Japanese exchange if you will?

Ever heard of an American exchange?

Yeah. Didnt think so.

The whole point of an exchange, is to learn about the culture, language and life of the people of a foreign county. Now, what is the point in doing something like that when you speak the same language and learn the same things? (I could say have the same culture, but I would be lying. Kinda.)

Im sure the teachers would have taken into account those points when they arranged the whole thing. But I dont think the students – me included – cared too much&hellip,

WERE GOING TO FUCKING AMERICA! WHO GIVES A SHIT?

Yes, I know, we – English sixth form students (aka Seniors) – were flying half way across the world to stay with our American host families for a month – seeing as we had finished every exam we needed to take – learning about the history and visiting their sites, before we both – being the English student and the American – flew back to England and they get what we got, except in a different country.

Confusing? Weird? Completely pointless?

Cool? I sure as hell thought it was.

Ohmigosh! Could you imagine if Taylor Lautner was part of the exchange! That would be so cool! My best friend, Eva, squealed as the rest of the people filled into the room, awaiting our final briefing on the trip before we left on Saturday.

I was about to launch into an internal thought about how there were loads of nerds going on this trip and how much I wished there would be some nice hot guys out there – seeing as we seemed to be failing so miserably in that department (in both sexes, Eva and I being the only cool people. Which I could say Im joking about, but Im not,) when my heart decided to uncomfortably lodge itself in my throat.

What? I gasped at her.

Jasmine, she sighed, Do you ever keep up? Were exchanging with Valencia High School, are we not? She didnt give me a chance to answer, Yes. And if you read magazines or something you would know that the Taylor Lautner attends Valencia High School and is in our year! She finished on a squeal, causing a few snotty pencil pushers to turn and give us a pathetic glare.

What are you fucking looking at? She hissed at them.

I hope that wasnt a swear word I just heard, Eva. Miss Stockwell entered the room, gazing upon Eva sternly.

Nope. Of course not.

Thats what I thought. She settled her papers and shit on the desk.

Now before you bombard me with all your questions, I just need to have a quick word with Jasmine if you dont mind. She smiled fondly at me and I slipped out of my seat and made my way to the front, as the chatter picked up behind me.

Now, Im sure you know your host is a girl, am I correct? She started in a hushed tone.

Yeah. Ive been e-mailing her. She seems nice. I would have preferred a boy, but&hellip,

Ah. Well, we have a problem you see. Jenna has been matched with a boy – and she feels uncomfortable to stay around a boys house, I rolled my eyes and she gave me a smile, almost as if to say I know, And I heard you mentioning to Eva how you would have preferred to stay with a boy like she was. So would you like to switch places with her? Or would you like to stay with your original host?

I love you God.

No! I dont mind switching! She can have my place. Can you let my host know that I wont be staying with her anymore though?

Of course. And thank you for doing this. It really helps me out. I smiled and started to make my way back to my seat.

Oh, Miss Stockwell? I asked before I sat down, Whats the name of my host? She glanced at one of the many sheets on the table.

Um&hellip,by the looks of it&hellip,someone called Taylor.

The week took longer than ever.

I had my step-mum help me pack everything all day on Friday, making sure that nothing was left at home. So this means, tampons inclusive.

My dad and step-mum both dropped me off at school, where a coach was waiting to take us all to Gatwick airport. I said my painful goodbyes and climbed aboard.

Cant blame me, can you? Im travelling half way across the world. Last time I checked, the furthest place Ive ever been from my parents was twenty minutes down the road.

Lame, I know.

Getting checked in went smooth, but was long and shit boring as was the hellish plane journey.

Usually, I get excited about travelling, but how can I when I have something much bigger on my mind?

Yeah. Im still pissing my pants about the fact the my host could be Taylor Lautner.

Ive considered the con of course. I mean, there is most definitely more than one Taylor at Valencia, and my mind is all jumbled up at the moment, so Im probably just getting excited over nothing.

Of course, Eva was no help.

How many guys in one year have the name Taylor? She would ask rhetorically, Not many. And, he goes to Valencia! Big hint. Also, I read in Heat that hes always wanted to go to England. Its all the sign Jazz! Stop being a pessimist. You know you have him as your host, you lucky bitch. So savour it.

My heart fluttered at the thought, but my brain told my heart to shut the fuck up.

Someone nudged me.

I moaned.

And again.

Fuck off Eva. I grumbled still on the edge of unconsciousness.

Excuse me Jasmine. I snapped open my eyes, only to see that I am face to face with Miss Stockwell.

Oops.

You girls need to keep your language in check around these families. I may be used to it, but Im sure they are not.

Are we here? I perked up immediately, when I noticed the coach had come to a complete standstill. And was in fact. Empty.

Thank you Eva.

Whore.

Yes. Thats why I came to wake you up! Theyre all off the coach. They obviously forgot to wake you up in their haste to get off. I wasnt really paying attention to her.

I was paying attention to the uncomfortable feeling of my heart smashing against my ribs.

Shit, I didnt care if she heard me. I quickly pulled out my compact mirror and adjusted my hair into a smoother do, applied some more eyeliner to the top lid.

Do I look okay? She rolled her eyes.

Yes. Beautiful. As always. Now lets get a move on before we get stuck on here. She picked up my hand luggage for me so I could climb out of my seat. There was a big commotion going on outside. I could hear it. But I couldnt really see it.

Tinted windows you see.

It was only when I got off of the coach – more like fell out – and onto the ground of Valencia High, did I realise at least one of my prayers had been answered.

Hot guys.

A hell lot of them.

One of them saw me, went all wide-eyed like a little owl and nudged the one next to him who turned, looked and nudged the one next to him etcetera&hellip,

Obviously, by the amount of guys, they thought that there would be a lot of hot British chicks going over.

Not that there isnt any girls, its just that who wants to go with a girl that has really bad acne, smells like a swamp and looks like a loser?

Another loser maybe, but it doesnt look like there are any here.

Jasmine! Eva squealed, letting everyone know my name, before running over to me from somewhere in the crowd, dragging along this cute guy.

Thank you for waking me up. I scowled playfully at her when she reached me.

No problem, she grinned, This is Evan. She motioned to the guy beside her who was literally beaming.

Hey. I waved at him and grinned like a fool. But I was happy when he returned it with his little American Hey.

Damn. Now that is a piece of England I wouldnt mind taking a bite out of, A buff guy nudged past me on purpose and threw me a wink over his shoulder.

You can look, but you cant touch. Eva called after him.

Then Ill look long and hard. And maybe God will answer my prayers.

And what are they exactly? I cocked my eyebrow at him and one of his friend wolf whistled.

That your clothes will magically fall off that hot ass-

I see your making friends already, Jasmine. Miss Stockwell interrupted him and placed a hand on my shoulder. I was kinda disappointed really. Yknow when your being all teasing and everything, but you dont want it to end because your actually having fun? Thats what I kinda felt like.

Yeah. I winked at the sexy guy and I swear he just blushed as all his friend burst out laughing and started cat calling.

Well, you can finish your&hellip,um&hellip,conversation later. Right now, I need to fill you in on something.

Oh&hellip,

Its nothing bad. Dont worry.

Okay.

Whats basically happened, is that your host-

Taylor, Eva interjected in a coo.

Taylor? Fuck man. Not good. One of the hot guys friends repeated in a shocked tone from somewhere behind Eva and&hellip,Evan.

I just managed to peer around Evas head to see them all trudge off dejectedly.

Uh-oh.

The were really hot as well.

Yes, Taylor. Well he has been a bit delayed, but he phoned in and asked if you could stay with Evan for this night. Which Evan kindly agreed to, I smiled at him, You and Eva can just bunk in and then tomorrow hell come and pick you up and take you back to his house. And youll do whatever hes doing and stuff, and then hell bring you to school on Monday where we will all meet.

But what about my stuff?

You can take it with you.

I cant believe you guys get to go out when we have to stay at school, Evan grumbled.

Yeah. But when you come back to England, you get to go out and we have to stay at school. So its fair really.

I guess&hellip,But it would be cool to go together. And then we could really show you everything. We all nodded in sad agreement.

Anyway. Not to worry, eh? You guys will still be hanging out on the weekends and evenings. But I think its time we make a move. Well all meet back here Monday morning. I have your mobile numbers.

But they dont work over here.

I know. I have the hosts. And I have a disposable one. But I can trust you guys enough not to do anything retarded, cant I?

I cant believe you just said retarded.

Can I?

Yes, Miss Stockwell. She was young, kinda of cool, but still like a mother to us. So we liked her.

Good. See you guys tomorrow! We waved goodbye to her, before grabbing our luggage and making our way to Evans SUV in the school lot.

School had been finished for a while now, so there was just the students who were picking up their exchanges in the lot.

After struggling to get both our suitcases into the trunk – even with Evans help – we both climbed into the cool cab and made our way to Evans house. Staring out the window like a bunch of tourists.

Your gonna be really disappointed when you come to the UK&hellip, I laughed as Evan helped me yank my case out once we had parked outside a very large house in a very large estate.

Really? I heard its really cool.

Shit. I shook my head, Compared to here anyway.

But Id say the same. Im sick of this place.

Touché,. He laughed and lead Eva and I both inside to his mega nice home.

Mom? He called.

Is that you honey?

Theres only me. Who else? He started to laugh. There was a small shuffle of feet from around the corner of one of his big white walls and a small woman appeared.

Oh my. Hello there sweeties! Welcome! Im Lucy. She pulled Eva and I into both unexpected hugs, as we both greeted her cheerily despite our drowsy state.

Evan, you never told me there would be two. I would have set up another room. She said releasing us.

No. You didnt need to do that. I actually have a host but hes a bit delayed at the moment, so Im going to be bunking in with Eva just for the night. I assured her.

Taylor. Evan rolled his eyes.

Taylor? Ooh! She squealed grabbing the tops of my arms, Hes a very close friend of the family. You guys are welcome to stay round whenever you want. She released me and sighed, You two are going to make such a cute couple.

Um Mom? Do you think you could cut out the match making crap? She hasnt even met him yet. Jesus. Evan saved me.

Sorry, honey. Do you guys want something to eat? Its a little past dinner right now, but I can slip in a pizza if you want&hellip,?

Oh no thanks. We ate not too long ago. Eva smiled.

I bet you guys are beat. Ill show you your room. Evan started to make his way down one of the grand halls.

Night girls! Have a good sleep.

Night Lucy. We waved back at her.

Friendly people.

Evan showed us the massive chamber which was otherwise know was – Evas room – and left us alone. We dressed mechanically in our pyjamas, brushing out teeth in the en-suite and falling onto the double bed. We were sleep on legs right then.

But when I had actually settled down – I found it very hard to fall asleep.

Reasons being, I kept on thinking about Taylor.

No, I still didnt actually know if it was the Taylor. And I realised I had had many opportunities to ask whether his last name was Lautner, but I had missed them, and all I really wanted to do right now was get out of bed and go and ask Evan (or his mother) whether it was Taylor Lautner – or if I was actually crazy.

My mind decided then it was best if I slept and wait until the morning.

Eva and I had breakfast with Evan the next morning, discussing what we would be doing today, when someone honked a car horn from outside.

That must be Taylor. My heart fluttered against my ribs.

Thanks Evan. Ill see you at school in a minute Eva, I gave Evan a quick hug and received a knowing wink from Eva before grabbing my suitcase – which was by the front door – and making my way outside.

Um, Evan? I called back into the house.

Yeah?

Does Taylor have a Porsche?

Yeah.

I closed the door behind me.

Holy shit.

I made my way timidly over to the flash looking car, the same moment someone stepped out.

Hey there, The very good looking man, removed his very good looking glasses to reveal his very good looking familiar chocolate brown eyes.

Screw you brain, I told you my heart was right.

Hi, I squeaked breathlessly, before being pulled in to one of the most amazing hugs.

Oh my – fucking – God. I am hugging Taylor Lautner.

Wow, he grinned a fuck me grin, his hand still lightly laid on my hip, Your much hotter than I thought.

My eyes widened, Thank you.

Anything for you sugar.

Taylor just called you sugar, Taylor just called you sugar.

Um. How am I going to get my suitcase into you car&hellip,? He stopped grinning for a moment, eyed the car and then my suitcase, before turning back to me with a grin.

Not sure. But with a little bit of magic, you can make anything work, He winked at me and went to lift up my suitcase – with his bulging biceps – in an attempt to get it into the car.

I, of course, stood there dribbling.

***

Hey, Im sorry I couldnt pick you up last night. I was&hellip,er, a little held up with work, Taylor started from beside me.

Its okay. Your busy. I understand.

You do? He glanced over to me and smirked his irresistible smirk that had girls dropping their pants for him.

Yeah, I took a deep deliberate breath and his grin expanded, Who doesnt?

Not everyone. He countered softly.

Well, it was a good job you have me for your exchange then. He shifted gears and his arm brushed mine lightly.

You got that right.

It was quiet for a moment, and all you could hear was the smooth sound of the engine.

So, seeing as were going to be living under the same roof for two months&hellip,why dont you tell me a bit about yourself&hellip,? I broke the comfortable, yet marginally uncomfortable silence.

He laughed a delicious laugh.

Good idea. Um&hellip,where to start&hellip, he shifted gears as he thought, Well, Im an actor.

No shit Sherlock. I snorted and he joined in.

Okay, I like travelling. Eating. Sleeping. Working out. Going to the beach. Partying&hellip,.um, oh yeah, and checking out hot girls. He threw a deliberate wink at me.

Nice to know. And I wasnt lying.

So, what about you honey?

Same. Really. Except I dont check out hot girls,

I bet you check out hot guys, right? He seemed thrilled by the idea, so I didnt want to burst his bubble.

Not that I didnt check out hot guys. Because I definitely did.

Of course, I giggled.

And&hellip,would I be ranked under that title&hellip,? He murmured, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

It was only then did it hit me, that he was flirting with me.

Taylor – fuck me – Lautner is flirting with you! RESPOND CHILD!

You may very well be, Taylor, I purred, watching with satisfaction as his pulse whipped against the bronze skin of his neck.

I hadnt realised that we had pulled up outside a house bigger than Evans, as I was too busy concentrating on Taylor, who was facing me – and very close.

My name sounds so hot when you say it in that British accent, he whispered, Say it again.

Taylor&hellip, I unconsciously leaned closer.

Your-

TAYLOR! His door was wrenched open, nearly causing him to topple out onto the floor as I jumped to high in surprise that I smashed my head on the low roof of his sports car.

Fucker&hellip, I moaned quietly to myself, clutching my head. The pain seemed to knock some sense into me though and when I looked back at it, I could quite believe I had flirted with this superstar when I didnt really even know him.

But he flirted back. I knew that.

Makena. What the fuck is your problem? He hissed at the bouncing teen.

Is this your exchange? Is she staying here? Oh my God, hi! Im Makena! Its so nice to meet you! You must be Jasmine, right? She pulled me out of the car and bounced up and down with excitement.

Yeah. Its nice to meet you too Makena.

OhmiGosh. I love your accent! She gushed.

Thank you. You have a really cute one too. Bless her.

She started to blush wildly, and before she could compliment me on something else, Taylor interrupted her.

Enough. Jasmine is my exchange and Im sure shes sick of your questions and shit. So why dont you go and do something girly, okay? Before I could kindly protest, Makena answered.

Shes nice. Unlike you, she started to stalk off toward the house next door, Asshole. She threw over her shoulder.

Its okay. I didnt really mi-

Shh, he took hold of my wrist in his warm grip, I know. But she would be bothering you all day otherwise, you have to do things while their fresh. Otherwise people get the wrong idea, I wanted to question him about the fact that he started flirting with me nearly as soon as I had met him, but I was distracted by the warm feeling emanating from his body.

Huh.

I mean, huh?

Now, how about I give you the grand tour? Literally. I mean, everything about the place screamed grand.

Sounds&hellip,great, He flashed me a blinding grin almost as if to stun me and make me loose all train of thought as his hand slipped from my wrist, curling around my hand.

Never in all my life, had I felt such a soft hand.

Dude must moisturize or something.

Come on. Your rooms next to mine. He towed me towards his mansion by my hand, dragging my suitcase along in the other.

Whilst I tried not to dwell on the fact that I would be sleeping in a room next door to him.

Freaking sex on legs.
I met his mom and dad, who were both really nice, welcoming people – I felt so relieved Ill tell you that – before Taylor showed me all around his house. (To call it a house is a bit of an underestimate.)

All the while, his hand stayed firmly around mine.

So mine stayed firmly around his.

Holy shit, I whispered under my breath, Is this my room? Well of course it is moron. Its the room next door to his.

Evas room was huge.

My room was ten times bigger.

Yep. Do you like it? Taylors alluring voice came from very close behind me – so close, I could feel his breath on my bare neck.

I turned to him with the biggest smile ever.

I love it. Thank you so much! Without really realising what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to my body.

His body was stiff which made me consider I had really crossed the line, but before I could pull dejectedly away, I felt his warm arms, circle around my waist before jerking me flush against his body.

Is that a&hellip,-

No. It must be his&hellip,um&hellip,zipper or something&hellip,

Seriously? Since when do zippers stick out like that?

Since when have I had a conscience that talks?

My conscience ignored me. Well, if it is his zipper – its a fucking big one.

If your gonna react like this all the time. Maybe I should take you shopping, He released me, but kept one hand firmly on my waist – hovering a little more towards the direction of my butt – as the other tucked a strand of my short, black hair behind my ear intimately.

Maybe you should, I agreed with my flirtatious smile – I had used it on a few guys before, so I knew it worked like a charm.

And from the way Taylor swallowed audibly, I could see that it did.

Taylor? Jasmine? Debbie – Taylors mother – called down the hall, giving us a little warning to stand a good foot away from each other before she rounded the corner.

Oh, there you are! Do you like your room? She smiled kindly as she approached us, with her little apron on.

Yes. I love it. Thank you very much.

Oh, no problem sweetie. Now, I just wanted to ask you two what you wanted for lunch. Or&hellip,if your eating out&hellip,?

Taylor was quick to answer.

Thats okay mom. We were going to head down to the beach with some others in a minute. Well eat at the bar down there.

Well, alright. But make sure you get yourself settled in first, Jasmine. Taylor can be a bit pushy sometimes, She left us then, tittering back down the elaborately decorated hall, as I restrained myself from screaming: I HEART PUSHY.

You want some help with unpacking? Looks like youve brought quite a load there, He nodded down at my black beast of a suitcase.

Yeah. Thanks.

We chatted about school, friends, the exchange as we worked together on unpacking my stuff – which I found Taylor was very good and helpful at (probably due to the fact that he always travelled.)

So. Whos going down to the beach? I asked, hanging up one of my even dresses in the walk in wardrobe.

There was no answer.

I walked out of the closet, to see Taylor with his back to me.

Taylor? It was when he turned around with his shit eating grin, did I realise why he hadnt answered.

In his large hands, hung a pair of my French knickers.

Taylor! I reached out and tried to snatch them out of his hands, but his reflexes were much better than mine, so in one swift movement, they were above his head – out of my reach.

Give them back! I jumped, trying to grab hold of some of the flimsy material – but he was just too tall.

He seemed to be enjoying watching me struggle, by the sound of his seductive laugh which vibrated through our touching chests as I tried to climb up him. Which didnt work FYI. So I settled for something better.

I stamped on his foot.

He jumped back in surprise, falling flat on his back onto my king sized bed, arm outstretched above his head holding the white lace.

I took this as the perfect opportunity to scramble over his large frame, pinning his arms down with my knees and yanking my pants out of his grasp. With a lot of effort of course.

Yes! I crowed, holding my pants triumphantly above my head in some sort of way to rub it in his face that I had beaten him in this under garment fest – despite the whole reason for getting the lingerie off of him was so that he couldnt picture what I was wearing under my clothes, and here I was waving them high in the air like a trophy.

Weird.

Have some! In your face! Oh yeah baby. I was still – obviously – crowing in triumph, Didnt think youd get beat by- HEY! In my delight, I was completely oblivious to Taylors arms worming out from underneath my legs, his hands crawling up my thighs – taking a firm hold on them before flipping me over onto my back (him now straddling me) until it had all happened.

Bitch.

Instead of fighting him off of me, I went on a quest to hide the white panties from his hands.

I stuffed them under my middle back, but – of course – his hands delved straight under my back, so I had to find a new hiding place.

I balled up the pants and shoved them down my bra.

I stared up at him with a devious smile, which immediately disintegrated when I saw the look in his eyes.

Fuck.

Jazz&hellip, he sighed, shaking his head and smiling, Do you really think that would stop me? And before I had time to answer or clamber out from underneath his heavy body, his knees were pinning my arms down – just like I had done earlier – and I had no escape.

Where to start&hellip,where to start&hellip, he said thoughtfully tapping his finger to his chin, I watched warily – and helplessly – as something glinted in his eyes before he looked down at me.

I know&hellip, Instead of his hands going to my top like I thought he would, they fluttered to my face – gently brushing strands of aggravating hair out of my face.

Dont look so worried, he brushed his index finger over the bridge of my nose.

Im not. He seemed startled by my response.

Then why the dirty looks&hellip,? He grinned at his choice of words.

I dont know you.

You do.

No, I shook my head, I dont really.

You do in here. He traced a pattern of a love heart over the fabric of my scoop neck tee which was covering my left breast.

I could have protested, but I didnt feel like I should.

If he was wrong, then why would my heart smash against my ribs whenever he was in my presence?

He could see I had gone quiet when he had said that, and it made him happy.

Now, lets see if I can find these panties. That infamous glint came back in his eyes.

Let me ask you this&hellip,what are you actually going to do with them? He shrugged from on top of me.

Frame them. Sleep with them. Smell them. I dont know. Whatever I want. But they are in my possession and I will do with them what I will.

Fine.

Really? Is that it? No twenty questions? He seemed stunned.

Nope. But if your going to have a pair of my pants, then I want a pair of yours.

Ooh. Kinky. He winked appreciatively before turning his attention to the place where I had stuffed my pants down my bra.

Well, this should be interesting.

I lay there, watching him intently as he unconsciously licked his bottom lip and then drew it into his mouth, his hands lifted from my waist to the brim of my top which laid flush against my pert breasts.

He swallowed and I let my eyes flutter shut as I felt his warm fingertips brush the top of my chest.

Look at me, honey, He murmured, his fingers now ran along the underside of my top.

I opened my eyes to find his face very close to mine.

Are you going to get your panties or not? I whispered to him, not breaking eye contact.

He nodded wordlessly and nudged his hand deeper under my top.

I knew he had them, because I could feel it – seeing as it was pressed against my bare flesh – which meant I also knew he was stalling – pretending to still be in search of them – when he actually had them.

The warmth of his hand against the top of my breast – not actually on my breast (unfortunately) – made my heart crash against my ribs. And I was almost positive he could feel it.

Jasmine, I- His phone started to vibrate in his pocket then.

I could have screamed in frustration – definitely sexual – but that urge disintegrated when the jolting movements of his mobile shivered through his groin to mine.

We both groaned at the contact.

Maybe, I gasped, you should answer that.

It feels too good.

Answer it.

Fine. He lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket and pressed it to his ear.

Hey, he answered huskily as I tried to worm out from under his iron thighs.

He had his pants – or should I say, my pants – why am I still being held captive?

Yeah. Be out in a sec. He hung up.

Who was it? I asked innocently as I tried to get him the hell off of me.

Evan. Him and&hellip,Eva? Yeah. Well, theyre waiting outside. Were going to the beach together.

Well then, would be so kind in removing your butt from my vagina?

Did I just hear you correctly? He seemed stunned that I had said that in front of him.

Yes you heard me. Butt. Off. Vag. Now. You know, girls have bones there too.

Keep talking. This may have been the best conversation I have ever had.

Go and get me your goddamn pants and then piss off so I can change.

Can I stay in here? I promise I wont say anything.

TAYLOR!

Alright. Im going. He slipped off of me and I resisted the urge to rub my bruised sex.

Now, he turned to me with a cocked eyebrow, Armani or Calvin Klein?

We wont get arrested for doing this will we? I yelled over the whipping wind and loud engine to Taylor who opposite me, also holding on to the roof of the SUV.

Are you kidding?

Does it look like Im kidding? He laughed.

No way would we get arrested for this. Everyone does it all the time here. Why? Would you get busted in England?

Hell yes, I nodded, Even if your sitting in the car – let alone standing on the back of it – without a seatbelt theyll nick you.

Nick you?

Bust you. I rolled my eyes.

Alright bitches were here. Evan called out of the window once we had pulled up in the sandy car park.

Taylor jumped out and flitted to my side of the truck to help me out.

Very gentlemanly.

Dont cha know it. He left me then, to help Evan unload the body boards and cooler with drinks. Eva took this as an opportunity to bombard me with her delighted squeals.

OH EM GEE. He is so hot! I knew you would have him! You turd monkey. She gushed once Taylor was out of ear shot.

Did you just call me a turd monkey?

Yes, you turd monkey. Girl, he is so fine! She started to do a little suggestive hip thrusting and a couple of guys who were passing wolf whistled.

But hes a man whore.

Well, yeah. But so are you.

Im not a man whore-

Your just a whore. She finished for me, Thats why you guys would be so great with each other! You can both get whoever you want.

I dont understand how that is good.

Well, if you can get whoever you want, then its going to make Taylor mega jealous and therefore turning him into less of a man whore.

Oh, and so when hes fucking a girl in his bedroom – which FYI is right next door to mine – Im going to have to go through the lovely feeling of jealously?

I did not like the sound of that one bit.

Okay, so dont let it get that far. And if he does bring a girl back into his room, run in and scare them.

Nice.

But it doesnt matter. Why would he want to go for one of them, she nodded not discreetly over to a giggling group of blonde whores who were eye fucking Taylor, When he has some foreign meat in the room next to him?

Meat? Oh great. That makes me sound like a fucking-

-sexy girl. Taylor finished from behind me, startling me.

You little shit! Dont do that! I smacked him lightly on the chest, but I think I hurt myself more than I hurt him. His pecks were like steel.

Sorry, he laughed and patted my left arse cheek. Eva winked at me and jogged after Evan.

Did you hear what I just said?

Nope. Only the end. Why, did you want me to?

No. I answered immediately.

That just makes me want to know now.

Well tough tittys, your not going to know.

Tittys? Now that is what Im talking about sugar. He spanked my butt through my denim shorts again. I blushed, glad no one had seen.

Your such a whore. I shook my head and laughed. He nipped my bare shoulder with his perfect teeth, sending a shiver of delight down my spine.

So are you.

Thats why I love it.
Yknow, Taylor started from beside me, where his towel lay on the sand, The suns out. If you dont take those shorts off, there might burn up.

By the way your looking at them, they probably already have. He chuckled.

But seriously. How are you going to get a tan like that? I propped myself up and one elbow and removed my sunglasses.

If you want me to remove my clothing, you just have to ask.

His eyes widened.

Not all of it pervert. He grinned and motioned for me to proceed.

I rolled my eyes but got to my feet bringing the towel I lay on with me and draping it round my shoulders and turning my back to him.

Hey, what are you doing? Taylor complained as I kicked off my shorts.

No giving you the viewing pleasure.

But thats unfair.

Oh, just wait.

Why should I? And then from out of no where, Taylor head poked through between my legs, head on the sand, grinning up at me.

TAYLOR! I gasped, jumping away from him with my towel wrapped securely around my body- trying not to kick sand in his eyes.

What? He asked innocently.

That was so inappropriate! I hadnt adjusted myself! You could have seen my- anything!

Unfortunately for me. I saw no such thing. Quite upsetting really.

Your lucky Im not kicking sand in your face now.

Go for it. But whatever your bringing, Ill bring it back. Just like earlier. Look who came out on top. Literally.

Thank you for that beautiful reminder.

No problem sugar. He hopped to his feet and folded his muscular arms across his muscular bare chest which was glowing from the sun tan lotion he had me rub on him, (Jesus Christ, I couldnt quite get over the fact how hot he looked half naked – chiselled abs jutting out from his stomach, pecks like bricks and absolutely no hair. Apart from the snail trail leading from his navel to his. Well. Below his dangerously low board shorts. You could only imagine what waited there.)

What? I asked him.

Are you going to remove your towel now?

Yknow what? I dont think I will&hellip, His grin evaporated.

Thats not-

Fair? He nodded.

Hate to break it to you, but life isnt. But&hellip, I sighed, Todays your lucky day. Im going in the water anyway.

Thank fuck for that. His tone was relieved.

I rolled my eyes and let the towel drop to my feet.

Taylor fell back onto the sand.

Damn girl, what have you been hiding? He muttered under his breath and his eyes raked the contours of my body with no shame.

I wasnt skinny. In some ways I wish I was. To fit into size 6 clothes would make my day – UK size. But I wasnt. I was pear shaped. Which was kinda good I guess because it had guys tripping over their tongues. Who would ever have thought a big butt and wide hips could get you laid?

Okay. I think thats enough ogling. He shook his head and leaned back on his elbows.

Taylor&hellip,

Okay, fine. Youll look like a Goddess- Fucking hell I loved it when he gave me pet names, -when you have water running down that hot ass body of yours. Now, he clapped his hands together and hopped back to his feet, Want me to cream you up?

What? I gasped.

Did he actually just say that?

Oh my God, Im already creaming my pants – dont you worry about that.

He burst into a roar of laughter and nearly fell back onto the sand.

Sadly, I didnt mean it like that, his laughs died down and he took a step closer to me, but I can if you wanna&hellip,the SUV windows are tinted. He hinted suggestively, and as much as I wanted to take him up on that offer, rip off those Animal trunks hes wearing and suck him off, I politely declined.

Get fucked.

By you. He finished with a grin. I rolled my eyes.

So do you want me to rub oil all over your body in the best massage youve ever had or not? He pressed, the bottle of liquid already in his hand at the ready.

Just do my back. I bit my tongue as soon as I had realised what I had said. A normal person with a less perverted mind would have got on with the job, but Taylor is anything but normal.

And being all perceptive and shit, his dirty mind picked up the words.

With pleasure, honey. Now bend over and let me-

Say one more paedophilic thing in the next thirty seconds and you wont be rubbing oil onto anyone. I warned.

Okay, he said easily and motioned for me to turn around, so he could rub the greasy shit onto my shoulders.

Oh my fucking DAYS that feels so damn good&hellip,

So thats it? I murmured as his fingers worked magic on the base of my neck.

Thats what?

No answering back&hellip,? Just okay?

Well, you said thirty seconds. Ive got about fifteen more. I can wait. I rolled my eyes and tried not to moan as he had hit a really good spot under my bikini strap, which he obviously had no worries about lifting up.

After coating that area he let it go with a ping.

All done.

Your really good. Thanks. I stood up without look at him.

Anything for you sugar, I could feel his presence right behind me, Oh, and I think my time is up. I smirked at him over my shoulder.

I know. RACE YOU TO THE WATER! I legged it for the water, kicking up sand behind me.

Fucking hell, whyd this beach have to be so damn long?

Hey! You slag! Thats cheating! He yelled – by the sounds of it – not too far behind me.

Dont call me a slag. You man whore! I yelled over my shoulder and I was shocked that I couldnt see him.

Someone ran into me from the side, tackling me to the ground.

You wont get away from me that easy. He grunted from on top of me – again. The other teens on the semi-full beach were now all looking at us.

Get off me! I hissed, rolling around on my stomach in the sand, Okay bitch. You officially got sand in my bikini top and if you get it on my face. You will die.

I dont mind licking it off. In both areas. Are you sure you dont have any down your panties? I dont mind cleaning that up for you either.

Just get off of me.

Maybe I dont want to.

People are looking, and it looks like your boning me up the arse. So remove your erection off of my butt. He chuckled but I bet you he was blushing.

They can watch. Im quite enjoying myself. My erection likes your ass. I took it as a compliment.

Tay-

Jasmine? Erm&hellip,Taylor? What are you doing? Evans voice came from somewhere above me, but I could hardly look up that far, seeing as I was embedded into the sand by Taylors hot, heavy, oily body.

Getting a good picture?

He is sexually harassing me. Evan! A little help?

Hey Evan, whats Taylor do- OH MY GOD! IS THAT JASMINE? Evas voice screamed.

I rolled my eyes and decided to take things into my own hands. Sort of.

I thrust my butt up and into Taylor hard groin as hard as I could. Which wasnt very hard, but it still managed to make him groan in pain and slide off of my back.

Phew. I panted, rolling onto my back and gazing up as the horror struck, yet slightly amused faces of Eva and Evan.

Hey guys.

Taylor. Man. You got some serious problems in your pants. Evan shook his head and a few water droplets fell onto my sandy stomach.

Ugh. I hate it when sand sticks to me. Yet, here I am, lying in it.

Me? he rasped from beside me, hands between his legs, Jasmine was the one who did the butt thrust.

You started it.

No, you did. By cheating.

I did not cheat.

Yes you did.

Fine. I did. But what chance would I have had if I didnt?

I would have let you win.

Yeah. Right. And I have a penis.

No you dont. Otherwise, you wouldnt be staying in my house.

Oh. I see how it is, I propped myself up on one elbow – still trying to maintain that flattest look I could for my stomach – and Taylor mimicked, Your just using me.

No. I never said that.

You were insinuating it.

And you love it.

Of course.

And then we both grinned at each other.

Are you sure you can do this?

Taylor. Its fucking body boarding. Im not a retard. Why? I grinned, Are you worried about me?

Er&hellip, he scratched the back of his head with the hand which wasnt holding onto the board, You could say that.

How sweet.

Dont get used to it. He warned, but grinned.

I peeked over my shoulder.

That looks like a good one. He glanced at the waves heading towards us and balked.

Are you shitting me? I wont even go on that! Its a monster!

Pussy, I muttered as I started kicking forward.

Seriously. Um. Jazz. I really dont think you should ride that one! He called, his voice laced with genuine worry. I know. What a shocker.

GO JAZZ! Evan hollered from the beach, of course, attracting all unnecessary attention.

Oh God. Maybe this isnt such a good idea.

PLEASE DONT DIE JAZZ! Eva wailed, but Evan placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders.

It was only then did I notice that none of the other body boarders were riding this wave.

Even a good way behind me, Taylor noticed my panic.

You cant avoid it now. Itll take you under! Just ride it. Itll be fine! But his voice – for once – wasnt so sure.

I swallowed. It was gaining speed now and nearly right behind me, the tops of the – bigger than I thought – wave were starting to break.

Against my better judgement and bones in my body, I started kicking forward.

My heart was positively racing by the time I felt the back of the board lift with the sheer force of the wave – only slightly, as that was the point the heavy water crashed down around me.

I was momentarily blinded, water surrounded me and I thought that maybe I would never see the surface again. Nice one Jasmine.

But before the angry water could shoot up my nose any further, the force of the wave pushed me forward and out of the white swell.

The wave was so big, I rode it up a good few metres onto the beach.

Oh my God, that was&hellip,TOTALLY AWESOME! Evan yelled, breaking the silence. He ran over to me and gave me a big nice hug, before Eva came over and gave me a congratulatory squeeze.

Of course, everyone else on the beach broke out in their cheers and huddled round me.

I soaked it all up.

Why not? It was a pretty big achievement. For a body boarder.

Shit. A hot chick that can ride a wave. Im your number one fan. A guy wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

Well, you never know. If she can ride a wave, she might be able to ride one of us. Another guy stepped forward grinning as all the other half naked male specimen around me cheered and wolf whistled as girls, who were once interested and friendly rolled their eyes – a few stalking away.

Cant a girl catch a break?

Hey, come hang out with us, the guy who still had his arm around me murmured into my ear seductively, or you can lie in the shade with me&hellip, his nose skimmed the edge of my ear, Maybe somewhere quieter&hellip,? Just you and me baby. And we can talk about what your favourite ride is. His lips deliberately brushed the side of my face.

He was pretty hot.

And I had a very big urge to take him up on that offer, but before I could say anything an arm, warmer and dripping with sea water snaked round my waist and yanked me out from under the hot guys arm, the force made me collide with a half naked – very wet – and angry Taylor.

Dude. What the hell? He snarled over the top of my head to the hot guy who was staring at Taylor with wide eyes.

Sorry man. I didnt know she was taken.

Im not. I assured him.

Yes you are. Taylor growled.

No. Im. Not. His wild eyes flickered down to mine and the chocolate seemed to melt slightly, but they still held their ferociousness.

You are.

Maybe he was trying to drop the hint.

But before I could say anything, I was being dragged away back to the SUV.

Without bothering with the gentlemanly-ness, he pushed me into the passengers seat, jogging round to the drivers and jumping in and slamming the door.

WHAT THE- We both started to shout at the same time, but stopped when we realised we were both speaking.

I waited for him to go, but he obviously did the same.

You first. He ground out.

I grumbled angrily under my breath and folded my arms across my chest.

What is your problem? I didnt do anything wrong! I wasnt going to go off and fuck him, you moron, kinda a lie, He was flirting with me! I cant help being a kick ass body boarder!

He had his hands all over you! I wouldnt be surprised if he had his cock shoved discreetly up your ass! Theyre all players! I was just trying to help you! He yelled back.

Help me? From what?! Youre a player! I know you are! We both know you are! Everyone knows you are! The superstar bad boy, I muttered, I wouldnt be surprised if youd fucked more than half of these girls on this beach! I bet their all your type. Beautiful. Skinny. Blonde-

Not blonde, he amended a little too softly, Ive got black hair. It looks really bad in the press.

The pres-

And no. I havent fucked all of the girls on this beach,

Oh, I barked sarcastically, Probably scattered on different beaches right? I spat sarcastically, The thing I dont get, is your such a hypocrite!

I was just trying to help you!

Oh yeah. But I cant return it, can I? If you had girls all over you, you would hate me if I dragged you away like that. Or started snapping at them like some over protective mother! Im not even taken!

Havent you noticed that I may have a small thing for you? He asked, his tone still raised.

I know you have a big thing for me! The way your constantly flirting with me, being all protective, worrying. A dumb shit can pick up on those details Taylor. Youve been dropping them like Hansel and Gretel. But I bet you do this with all the girls. On every beach. I added the last part as a hiss.

It was kinda sad once I realised it later. Here he was, millionaire actor admitting his feelings for me on the twilight of our first day together, and I was mocking him.

No I fucking dont! He yelled angry again, Anyone I do screw means nothing to me. I dont have time for relationships.

I slumped back into my seat, for once, not having anything to say. But my chest seemed to be hurting mildly at his words – in an unfamiliar throbbing way.

So, I started in an emotionless tone, You like me, but everyone you screw means nothing to you?

No. I didnt mean it like that-

Oh sure. I bet you just- Two large hands snatched my wrists in their painful hold, yanking me towards the half naked torso.

I SAID I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT! he yelled again, his lips glistened with his saliva, Will you listen to me?!

I started at him wordlessly.

You drive me insane! In both ways! Seeing those guys hands all over you made me sick to the core! Your not mine. I know. I havent known you a full day yet. But for some reason – and I know it sounds fucking corny as hell – I feel like Ive know you so much longer. Your not like other girls Jasmine, he sighed, his tone was much softer now, Youre a whore. Like me. But Ive met other girls who are like that. Hell, Ive met prostitutes before, but you keep me on. I dont know what it is! he sighed again, but frustrated, rubbing his face with his hands, You always leave me wanting more. I want you. But I dont. Because I feel that if I have you, that feeling will go. And I dont want it to. Because Ive never felt this way before. And I like it.

I tried to process what he was saying.

After a long moment of tense silence he turned to look at me with his weary expression, for a moment, it made him look ten years older.

Please say something. If you want to switch hosts, I understand. But please, dont stop talking to me. I really like you Jasmine. I cant fully describe it.

I exhaled a breath of air.

So you like me. A lot. You want to fuck me. But you dont because you think youll stop liking me the way you do now. I was summarising what he had just said.

Basically, yeah. Except, mine was a whole paragraph and had much more tone and expression in it, he smiled lightly and took my hand in his again.

I smiled back at him.

Im sorry.

You dont need to be sorry, he assured me and almost as if it was a natural gesture, he reached over the gear box and pulled me onto his lap, I do want to know one thing though&hellip,

Hmm?

Do you like me the same way I like you?

I didnt need to even think about that.

Hell, I probably liked him much more than he liked me.

The fact that he was a celebrity had nothing to do with it. I didnt think of his like that, and when I did, it was rare. He was just a hot guy. A nice, funny, sexy, hot guy.

Who I liked very much.

Yes. I do like you like that. I kissed the corner of his mouth. The dampness from earlier transferred to my lips and I automatically licked it away.

He chuckled and ducked his head to kiss my cheek. All in all, two very romantic and sweet gestures. Who would have thought itd come from us?

So, do you wanna come to a party with me later? We can get something to eat first and then go home, get ready and go out. I promise Ill take good care of you.

I thought we- you had school tomorrow?

Nope. We have a free day. For home studying.

Oh. I dont think my teacher knows that.

She does. She text all the hosts today saying that you have to meet her on Tuesday instead of tomorrow.

Oh. Cool.

So do you wanna go?

Sure thang.

Great! he crowed in obvious delight, Do you wanna head out now? You must be hungry after all that body boarding. He grinned at me.

Yeah. My stomach likes the sound of that.

I climbed back over the hand brake, Taylor had one hand inconspicuously yet supportive on my backside.

Well, nothings changed then.

Hey man, got over you little tantrum? Evan open the driver side door and poked his head in.

Yep. All sorted. Were gonna go and get something to eat and then go home, get ready and meet at Matts later?

Okay. Eva and I already ate though. So it looks like your getting a cab. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows knowingly.

Fine by us. Taylor hopped out of the driver seat, and came to open my door, but I was already half out of the car.

Aw, that is the cutest thing ever.

See you guys later. Eva waved and did a little bum waggling as we walked away from her and back onto the beach to pull on some decent clothing and grab our items.

So where are we going to eat?

Just a little beach café, down the road. They do great sandwiches. If you like sandwiches? He asked me sheepishly, like he had forgotten whether I liked sandwiches or not.

I like everything. You can put anything in front of me and I will most likely eat it.

What about if I was put in front of you. Would you eat me? I looked up at him.

He had his sexy smirk back on.

Maybe. I allowed.

Good enough, he shrugged. I shook my head.

Lemme ask you something Taylor. Why the hell do you always ask or comment in such disgusting ways?

He looked up at me with a smile, and looked like he was just about to answer, when something caught his attention over my head.

Before I could follow his narrowed gaze, I was tucked deep under his arm, almost squished against his the side of his chest.

Taylor! I squeaked, What the fu-

Shh! He hissed at me under his breath at me and I instantly stilled.

I pulled the hair that was in my mouth out and wriggled a little bit so I could breath, which was also enough to be able to see.

Sigh.

Of course, Taylor was glaring at that hot guy who was standing, watching us at the edge of the beach with his posse.

I smiled at them and nearly waved, but I knew that would give off all the wrong vibes.

We passed them a bit more relaxed than earlier, only because the hand I didnt have resting on his, which was around my shoulder, was digging him in the side which was covered.

You are such a loser. I snorted once we were well out of their view – but for some reason, I was still tucked under his arm. Oh well.

You didnt mind.

How can you say that when youre the one depriving me of any air to voice my views?

You feel good against me like that.

I looked up at him.

Shit. I didnt mean it like that,

You didnt? I was starting to get used to it. I teased.

No. Actually for once I swear to God I didnt mean it. Well, I did mean it. But not in the context your thinking, he sighed dramatically, Jeeze, this is so fucking hard being with someone who has a dirty mind.

Tell me about it. I muttered.

We walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally giggling at the previous event – Taylors arm stayed comfortably around my shoulder and mine around his waist.

So, I know your famous and everything. But how come you dont have to have a body guard? I started after a while curiously.

He shrugged, This is my home town. Everyone knows me from when I was a kid here, so nothings really changed there. Paparazzi know not to come here, because this is the one place where Im not disturbed. Its nice to get away from all that hassle.

Oh. Thats cool.

Why? he asked suddenly amused, Did you want your picture taken?

I pulled a face, Hell no. Im so un-photogenic. He laughed.

For one, you are most definitely not un-photogenic. Very opposite that in fact. And two&hellip,well, youre the first person whos has actually said that,

What? That Im un-photogenic?

No, he laughed again, That you didnt want the media around and shit. Thats the only reason girls hang out with me. To get famous and live in Hollywood. Its really pathetic.

And kinda sad on your part. Seeing as you cant find a girl who doesnt want attention. I pointed out.

He looked down at me and his gaze softened, I found you.

My heart just fell out of my butt.

Yeah, I nodded breathlessly, I guess you did.

His soft face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen him wear, before he ducked his head to kiss the spot just below the corner of my mouth sweetly.

Why the fuck cant he just kiss me?

Well, why the fuck dont you just kiss him?

No one asked for your opinion.

Fuck this conscience. I want a refund.

I peeked up at him – he was looking forward, but would have seen me if it wasnt for the fact that I was tucked under his arm.

His lips were a very nice colour. I noticed that they actually changed colour sometimes. Ranging from a rosy, pink colour, to a natural peach. All in all, very inviting.

More so now, as I watched him lick them slowly, they shimmered and made me just want to touch them more.

With what part of my anatomy you say?

Well. Thats for me to know and for you to find out.
We walked a little more down the sandy car park, till we came to the beach café, – where we sat on the veranda talking, eating and having a very enjoyable time.

I dont think either of us mentioned one thing dirty. Fucking shock.

Taylor gave me the opportunity to call my first cab when we had finished. Not that I hadnt got a cab before – but the ones in London were pretty gay, so this was a little different for me.

And I totally sucked at it, so Taylor took over with one loud whistle and then we were on our way back home – to his house, I mean.

Ill, er, meet you downstairs once your ready then, He said once we were both outside our rooms.

What? No pervy comment?

Well, if you want me to&hellip,.

No, its okay. Maybe another time, I grinned, Thanks for today.

Youre very welcome. His cheeks tinged a darker colour than they already were.

We stood there, smiling at each other for a bit longer than necessary, until I decided to break the spell and kiss him on the cheek.

Do you have shit aim or something? His lips are a little lower and more to the centre of his face. You moron!

Without looking back at him, I padded into my room and shut the door.

Someone fucking kill me.

Wow. You look&hellip, Taylors eyes were wide as I entered the hall in my party outfit.

Ugly?

No&hellip,

Whoreish?

No, I was thinking more along the lines of really beautiful actually. I blinked and blushed.

Thanks. You look great too. Completely edible in fact. In his button down Boss shirt and French Connection dark wash jeans.

I know. He grinned cockily at me – and for some reason, I was actually glad to see this Taylor back.

But, I would probably change my mind then next time he opened his mouth.

He took my hand and pulled me down the hall and to the lounge.

Hey Dad, Jazz and I are going to go to Matts for a while. Just for a little get together. We wont be back too late. Taylor informed his father, who was lounging on the sofa watching the hockey.

Sure thing. What car are you taking?

Um&hellip, Taylor hesitated, looked at me, grinned then answered, The Ferrari.

Mother.

Fucker.

Okay. Have fun you two, I will, trust me, Look after Jasmine Taylor. Shes a guest here. Dan gave me a friendly smile, which I returned.

Dont worry, Taylor started to lead me towards the door, Ill look after you.

Would you like me to vomit? Taylor glanced over at me bewildered.

Id rather you didnt.

Then slow the fuck down. He understood then and laughed.

Am I driving too fast?

Instead of answering, I wrapped my fingers around his arm closest to me and embedded my filed nails into his flesh, causing him to hiss and try and pull his arm away.

What are you doing?

The faster your go, the harder I will dig my nails into you.

The Ferrari slowed considerably.

Good boy.

Wrong.

Bad boy.

Much better,

Youre an asshole. Did you know that?

Everyday.

We both looked at each other at the same time and burst out laughing.

So, he started, still chuckling lightly, Are English house parties the same as ours?

I dont know, I shrugged, I guess. We just get drunk, smoke and have sex, I could see Taylor nod appreciatively, But without the pool.

Yeah. The pools fun. Who knows what can happen under the surface? He winked at me.

So&hellip,thinking about getting lucky tonight? PLEASE SAY NO.

Only if you are.

But you would kill any guy that touched me. Take this afternoon for example.

Exactly my point.

I was quiet for a moment, trying to piece together what he had just said as Taylor burnt a hole in the side of my face with his intent stare.

I had the urge to sigh, giggle and maybe jump Taylor when I completed the puzzle.

But I held it in.

Light bulb. Taylor chortled from beside me when he saw my face. Whatever that looked like right now.

So&hellip, I started finally, Without all the complications. What youre trying to tell me, is that if you get lucky&hellip,it will be with me. And if I get lucky, it will be with you. Because neither of us can get lucky without the other. And that is why you wouldnt get angry, because no guy is going to touch me tonight. Apart from you. Am I correct?

Your smart. He smirked as I balked. And tried not to cream in my Abercrombie skirt.

Jesus Taylor. I&hellip,

You what?

I groaned, Your going to kill me one day. I dont know how the fuck I am going to survive this trip. He pulled up outside the house with teens and at least twenty year olds pouring in, hanging out and partying around.

Of course, all eyes were on the flash car Taylor and I happened to be sitting in. So it was a good job the windows were tinted.

You dont need to survive it, Taylor murmured, staring out of the windshield, You just need to live for the moment.

I closed my eyes.

Taylor, I- I was cut off then. Silenced to nothing.

By the famous bad mans mouth curved around mine.

I pulled his face inches away from mine.

Dont do this. He took me by the nape of the neck and crushed my lips back against his.

We shouldnt. I tried again, but his hands twisted through my smooth hair, bringing my lips back to his in their fiery passion.

This time he pulled away, his eyes burnt into mine as he waited for me to come up with another lame excuse why we shouldnt.

I dont have anything to say.

Thank God. He smiled the most breathtaking smile I had seen and seized my lips as his own once and for all.

I had never in all my experience had a kiss like this.

At first it was hard, rough and very passionate by the way his lips crushed mine in their firm hold. Then when I gave myself to him, things started to change.

As if his lips had thawed out, they became soft, warmer and more inviting. His large hands which were once squishing my face against his, now relaxed and moved to the sides of my face, caressing and stroking away my hair which he had previous messed up.

Of course, my hands were everywhere.

From his short black hair, to the collar of his shirt, to his hard chest – and once I think I may have grazed them over his crotch. Whether intentional or not, I really cant remember.

God, I cant even remember my damn name when hes kissing me like this.

Without breaking out intense make out session, he gently pulled me over the space between our heaving bodies and onto his lap. His arms went from my face, to my back to my butt in literally seconds, probably so that he could pull me tighter against his prominent erection like he was right now.

The stiffness of his boner and jeans combined ground against my throbbing clit – and the movement had me more aroused than ever and left me gasping for air.

In my moment of trying to inhale some oxygen in this car – which is now full of carbon dioxide, by the amount of pants coming from both of us – Taylor proceeded to kiss down my jaw and all over my neck. Occasionally his tongue would flick out at the sensitive spots, or the sharp teeth would graze against the skin causing me to moan in delight and crush him closer to my chest.

Just as I leaned back to give him better access. The car horn went off.

I screamed in surprise as Taylor jumped so high that he smashed his and my head on the soft roof of his car – seeing as I was sitting on his lap.

Shit. Im sorry. He moaned clutching his head – but laughing