Panting, Peyton lowered her arms and hooked her still-tied hands around his nape, hugging him. And the gesture only…aw, hell, it was just sweet. She was sweet and so damned sexy that Luke wished she were a little kitten so he could keep her.
He scooped her up and carried her to the sofa, suddenly feeling protective of her. All these little bubbles rolling inside his chest when he saw her made him wonder if his wound wasn’t healing right, or if he’d gotten some water in his chest. Or some fucking air. But why the hell did he only feel it when those big ole eyes of hers met his?
She smiled up at him in the daze, and the little bubbles almost popped around his heart, she seemed so languorous and satisfied, like a woman well fucked.
He sat down with her, keeping her on his lap as he untied her arms, then he stretched the cord before her eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t whip you with this, hmm.”
She laughed, then she took it from him and tossed it aside to make room for herself in the crook of his arm and against him, setting her cheek on the good side of his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He caressed her back and closed his eyes, feeling utterly relaxed in ways he hadn’t felt in years. “Go ahead and make me chase you again and we’ll find out,” he said lazily.
“You don’t scare me, Luke Alexander,” she murmured, and when Luke felt her soft lips graze across his, he opened up and captured them, not even straightening in his seat, but languorously drawing her tongue into his mouth and latching onto her. He felt like a baby with a pacifier, all he wanted was to be suckling something of Peyton’s.
He didn’t scare her?
Because Holy God, she scared the bejeezus out of him.
She tasted so damned good, smelled so darned great, and felt so fucking good, he didn’t ever want to leave this place.
Chapter Four
When Peyton awoke Sunday morning next to Luke’s warm, sleeping form, she was sore all over and so not ready to leave for Chicago, that she did something very unlike her.
Then again, this entire weekend she’d discovered a part of herself that she hadn’t really met until…Luke happened.
This morning, the old Peyton would have gotten ready to leave as soon as she woke up, since her flight departed in only a few hours and Peyton was always very punctual. But as her eyes settled on the very naked and very gorgeous golden sex devil asleep beside her, all this new Peyton wanted to do was jump him.
Aroused by the mere memory of all the things they’d done to each other yesterday and the day before, she slid her hands over his smooth chest and caressed every dent and nook and curve across his beautiful tanned torso, taking care not to disturb his bandage.
Her tummy tumbled in excitement when his healthy male body reacted to her touch. Luke got hard so easily, and she loved how her own body immediately responded to his erections. By the time she stroked her hands along his six-pack, his cock jutted from his body thick and proud and deliciously long, making her own body feel instantly lubricated.
Drooling over him, she bent to kiss each dented square of his abdomen, her pussy unbelievably soaked. He tasted salty like the ocean and Peyton flattened her tongue over him until she was sure she’d licked every pore.
She circled his nipple with her tongue and repeated the motion with the other, storing his taste to memory, having never in her life wanted a man so much. Wanted anything so much.
Feeling tremulous and mischievous, she traced a path of kisses all across his stomach and navel, heading straight to his pulsing, fully extended cock.
Luke shifted on the bed, his eyes still closed. He was bone tired from yesterday, she bet. She didn’t know a man could have sex so many times and still get an erection. Oh, God, but he was so wicked sometimes, and so lazy at others…but always, he was unique and fun, gentle but masterful.
A deep male groan encouraged her, and Peyton greedily seized the base of his cock with both hands, then bent to lick the tip of his cock, up and down and all around.
He made a low animalistic sound, and her breast tips throbbed in response. Feverishly she continued to swipe her tongue around the swollen head, then she bumped her lips around the ridge at the crown. Cradling his testicles in her palms, she fully enveloped his length and took him down her throat, as far as he would go—which lodged less than half of his cock in her mouth. He was so big, so thick, so utterly delicious.
She dragged her tongue all along the velvety smooth flesh, quivering in need, her pussy swelled and throbbing empty.
She moved her face a couple of inches backward and allowed his cock to leave her mouth only for a moment, so she could stroke her tongue along the folds and tip, then she dragged her mouth down the length of his rod again.
Luke stirred on the mattress, and when a low growl tore from deep in his throat, the sound rushed like a hot tremor down Peyton’s spine.
A drop of come emerged from the tip, and when she took the salty drop into her mouth, her sex gave a painful contraction.
Suddenly anxious, she straddled him and lowered her open sex onto his pulsing erection. Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate him, and when he was deeply seated inside her, with his cock stretching her walls until she thought she could bear no more, she anxiously rocked her hips.
She tried holding back a moan but just couldn’t trap it in her throat. Luke was so perfect and warm and muscled, and he was here lying naked in her bed, with his cock so swollen and thick she could barely fit him inside her. And Peyton was addicted to him, couldn’t bear thinking this would be their last time. Oh, God, he felt so good inside of her…
Imagine never feeling this again?
She mounted him faster at the thought, bouncing her hips against his motionless form, urging his cock deeper inside her. Another moan tore from her chest, his fullness completing her, the nub of her clit pressed and rubbing tightly against his pelvis.