Status Updates From Dare To Love Again

“Have I told you how much I like slow?” He kissed her neck and behind her ear. “You can enjoy things so much more if you just take your time.” ​Taylor sighed. “Then you better not get traded anytime soon.” ​Darian laughed as he kissed her again. He had signed a 5-year contract after last season. He had plenty of time.

“Darian, I care about you a great deal. I just don’t know if I am ready to let it go any farther than that.” Gripping the banister, she leaned over and watched the waves crash onto the rocks below. The tide was in and there was no sign of the sandy beach. “I don’t want to get hurt.”

No way would I tolerate Tori and Darian's behavior. Gotta have boundaries with former lovers.

“You know, Terry never knew where I was until we had this stupid car accident and it got splashed all over the news. If you had just left me alone I wouldn’t be in this mess!” She flung her arm out wide. That was a truly hateful thing to say, but at that moment, she just did not care.

“Do you want to file assault charges against him?” Nick asked. ​Taylor did not even hesitate. “Yes.” She said. “Put him in jail. Just keep him away from me.” Suddenly, it was all too much and she began to cry. All she wanted was to go home to Darian and forget that Terry Michaelson ever existed. But Darian wasn’t there.

His breathing continued to be harsh as he swam lazily in the aftermath of the most exquisite orgasm he had ever had. He knew that what had passed between them had been something more special than any two people had ever shared. Taylor had satisfied him completely, yet he was still marble hard inside of her and would soon be ready to go again.

She was perfect. He had to have her. “I want you so bad, but not here, not like this.” He whispered hoarsely while kissing her on her pert, little nose. “I can’t wait until we get back to my house, Darian. I want you right now.” Her tongue swept seductively at his lips, begging entrance. He would not let her in. “We’ll go to mine. It’s closer.”

Darian heard the sheets rustle as the model shifted positions in the bed. He looked and saw her rise nude from the bed and toss her hair back out of her face. “Why don’t you come back to bed?” She said in a husky voice. “I’m lonely.” Taylor heard the sultry voice through the phone. Darian was not alone! He had called her while he was with another woman!

The kiss. It was salvation. And he did not know how much he needed salvation until this moment. Her kiss was like an intoxicating drink that soothed his soul and eased his troubled conscience. He allowed himself the luxury of feeling her hands upon his back and the slide of her lips for just a few moments more, before slowly disentangling himself from her.

He did not even have time to hit the brakes as his eyes widened with horror. Then there was the jarring impact; a crunching of metal and a shattering of glass. His SUV slammed into her dead center on the drivers’ side. Stunned, he looked into the sedan. There was blood. A lot of blood. All that wonderful brown hair was tangled in it. Her smile was gone and blood leaked from a gash on her forehead. She wasn’t moving.