When he finally came up for air, he was trembling almost as much as I was. Looking right in my eyes, he panted, “I’ve been… wanting to do that forever.”
I stared at him, my heart thundering as my knees shook beneath us.
He licked his lips. “The last few months have been a lot of things,” he said, still breathless. “Enough to make me stop being attracted to you?” He shook his head, and as he drew me back in, he growled, “Not a fucking chance.”
Then he had my mouth again, and my spine turned to liquid.
Oh my God. This man’s touch. His kiss.
There wasn’t a damn thing I could do except hold on and just melt in his embrace. No one had ever kissed me like this. No one. Absolutely no one. If I didn’t believe his words, I believed the unmistakable desire in the way he parted my lips with his tongue and explored my mouth. In the way he held me so damn tight—not so that I couldn’t pull away, but rather like he was silentlybeggingme not to.
I was the one to break the kiss this time, breathing hard and fast into the space between our lips. “You still… Even after…” I didn’t even know why I was asking. He’d made it absolutely clear he wanted me.
Maybe I just couldn’t quite get my head aroundwhy.How. After everything I’d said and done. After everything he’d seen. How in the world was he?—
“I wanted you long before I ever came to Pittsburgh,” he murmured. “Now that I know you?” He finished that thought with an even hotter kiss, sliding his fingers up into my hair and grinding his rock-hard cock against mine through our clothes.
I just whimpered and kissed him right back. It didn’t make sense, him still being into me after all this, but his kiss didn’t lie. The way he held on to me, fingers twitching against my scalp as soft moans vibrated against my lips—none of that lied either.
Holy fuck. Peyton Hall wants me.
And what could I do besides grab on and give as good as I got?
“God, I want you so bad,” I mumbled against his lips.
That soft moan almost had me coming in my damn pants.
“Good thing we’ve got all day, huh?” he whispered.
Oh, hell. We did, didn’t we? Nowhere to go except the bedroom.
“Think we’d be moving too fast if we jumped into bed?” I asked.
“Depends. Are we getting naked?”
“No clothes allowed in my bed.”
He groaned softly. “Definitely not too fast.”
“Didn’t think so. C’mon.” I nudged him back a step and took his hand. “Upstairs.”
Peyton didn’t object.
As soon as we’d stepped into my bedroom, he pressedme up against the door and claimed my mouth again. Fuck, I could not get enough of the way he kissed—I’d heard of needing someone like air, but I’d never imagined what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of that need. To have someone kissing me so greedily. So hungrily.
And oh, hell, I hadn’t realized until this moment how touch-starved I’d been recently, and now my whole body—every damn cell and nerve ending—tingled with the need for more.
“I’m game for anything,” he murmured. “Just so we’re clear. I’ll fuck you if that’s what you want. You can fuck me. We can sixty-nine all damn day. I just…” He paused to nip my lower lip. “I just want you.”
“Ungh, me too.”
He swept his tongue across his lips. “Why do we still have all these clothes on?”
I glanced down, honestly surprised our clothes hadn’t just gone up in flames. Meeting his gaze again, I shook my head. “No idea. Let’s get them out of the way.”
The grin that lit up his face also lit up parts of me that I didn’t know existed. I’d had plenty of sex in my life, including with a handful of boyfriends, but I couldn’t remember anyone ever gazing at me like he wanted to devour me whole. Oh my God.
We separated and made short work of our clothes. It didn’t take much for me—all I’d had on was a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
