“Well, that too.” She giggled. “But I meant this.” She snuggled back against me, wiggling her butt against my morning wood. “All night.”
Pushing my erection against her, I breathed in that scent again. “I didn’t hold you like this all night.” I knew I’d fallen asleep on my side of our bed. Hell, I’d stayed awake almost all night because that kept her safe just in case. It struck me that this was the first time I’d allowed myself to call thisourbed—a milestone in itself.
Peyton hadn’t even been allowed to sleep here in my bed, our bed. Not until Doctor Lang had helped me conquer the demons. That was a month ago. I’d added the extra month of waiting for last night to be sure.
The first time the doc made me write the experience of losing Julio in that terrorist hellhole had been a hell all its own. And analyzing the experience had been just as tough.
Peyton’s fingers stroked my hand. “You know what today is?”
“Saturday.”
“No, silly. It’s the first day of the rest of our lives.”
I kissed her hair. “You’re right.” She had no idea how appropriate that sentiment was. I lifted my head to check the time. “Shit.”
Peyton stroked my thigh. “What?”
I jerked up and away from her. It was late, almost too late. “We have to get up.” I rolled out of bed.
“Hey,” she complained, sitting up. “That’s not how this works. I come to your bed?—”
“Our bed,” I corrected.
“Fine. Our bed for the first time.” She let the sheet drop, showing me her perfect tits. “You’re supposed to show me a good time again this morning.”
“We have to go.”
“The hell we do. My first appointment isn’t until noon.”
“It’s important,” I said, passing into the bathroom for a hot shower.
“What can be more important than making love to your woman?” she called from the bedroom.
I had just gotten the water up to temperature, and I stepped under the spray when she opened the glass and joined me. I looked straight into her eyes. “You’re coming along, and trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”
She was quickly up on her toes and kissing me. Then the minx broke the kiss and grabbed my cock. “I bet I can change your mind.” Kneeling down, she took the tip of my lengthening cock into her mouth.
I almost called off this morning’s plans—she was so damned good at this. As a SEAL, I’d trained to work through everything, cold, pain, tiredness, even bullet wounds, to complete a mission, but I’d never trained to withstand this.
She sucked harder and stroked me with both hands.
But a SEAL never allowed mission failure. Today, I had the most important mission of my pathetic life to complete, and I would not fail.
I leaned over and roughly lifted my woman off the floor. “Enough of that.”
“I wasn’t done.” She yelped when I pushed her up against the shower wall and then urged her to wrap her legs around me.
“You asked for this.”
Peyton
My back hit the cold,hard tile of the shower, startling me.
His determined eyes, the snarl in his voice, the sudden roughness were the sure signs I’d awoken the beast in my man. Like this, he was a glorious sight to behold.
I glared back at him.
His thick shaft found my soaked entrance. “Tell me you want this.”
