Only to get stuck on her boots. Those damn hiking boots.
“Nothin’ worth having ever comes easy.” Cold air hit her when he sat up and then pulled her feet into his lap. Looking down, he seemed to be studying the knot she’d tied.
She could only laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. At least he hadn’t turned on the light. Laying here in nothing but her panties and bra, with her pants caught around her ankles, she felt more than a little vulnerable.
Peyton reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. “These shoes are tied up like Fort Knox.”
Laughing again, Stella pushed herself up to examine the knot. “Do you need my help? I would have thought you’d be an expert at undressing women.” Except that when she was this close to him again, she couldn’t help pressing kisses against his mouth. Peyton returned them enthusiastically all the while tugging at the laces.
But these were high ankle hiking boots. And unless one of them untied the damn things, they weren’t coming off. Experiencing some serious frustration, Stella groaned. “I’ll get these. Do you have any… um…”
But he knew what she meant and shifted her feet to the bed for her to deal with.
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you owned a pair of cowboy boots.” He grumbled teasingly.
So much fumbling. She’d tied them, she ought to be able to untangle this mess. Stella focused all her concentration on the knotted laces while Peyton rifled through his drawers. If she’d had a pair of scissors in that moment she would have cut the damn things off.
“I got ’em!” She declared victoriously, loosening the strings and kicking them off. She barely had time to get her jeans off before Peyton tackled her back onto the bed. Hard male body pinned her to the mattress. She welcomed the feel of him on top of her, the hairs on his chest caressing her naked skin as he explored with his mouth. And his mouth was everywhere. Hot, demanding, hungry.
He’d removed his shirt and she noticed his belt was gone too. His pants had been unbuttoned…
She brushed her hands along the rigid seam there and felt him jump. He groaned and then she murmured. “It’s a shame to keep you hidden in here.”
“We’re both still wearing way too many clothes, woman.” His mouth had moved down her sternum, past her belly. “And as pretty as this little slip of fabric is, I’d prefer what’s underneath.”
Oh, that mouth. It claimed her. It branded her. Squirming and reaching, she couldn’t hold back. She’d never considered herself very vocal, but in that moment, some primitive sounds she had no control over escaped past her lips.
“God, Stella.” His voice rumbled against her.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Peyton, I need you. Now.” Her hands gripped his hair.
And then he was kneeling before her, opening the condom and sliding it onto his thick, hard shaft. Stella licked her lips in anticipation.
When had she ever felt this way? Never! When he lay down and covered her again she welcomed him– all of him.
So good. He felt so good. Like he was meant to fill her, complete her.
They moved together in perfect sync. Like two halves, separated long ago, reunited at last.
Peyton changed his rhythm, slowing but deepening his thrusts. “Open your eyes.” He gazed down with an unexpected intensity. “Silver eyes.” Thrust. “God damn incredible silver eyes.”
His own blue eyes hypnotized her. “Peyton,” she whispered. But her lids were heavy with passion. A few more thrusts and she closed them again, just feeling, loving.
Her climax rose slowly and somehow, he drew it out, seeming to savor her cries of pleasure. Just as the last waves rolled over her, his movements quickened, deeper, harder, and she shattered all over again.
When they both finally were sated, his shaking arms collapsed and he dropped his head onto her shoulder. So much emotion, she felt like crying. Stella wrapped her arms around him.
She didn’t know what this meant, or where it was going, all she knew was that she didn’t want it to end.
This woman feltlike a dream– a dream come true in the middle of his worst nightmare. He lay there, utterly satisfied and recharged, wrapped up in both her arms and legs. He wanted to say something but nothing he could think of felt right. So, he simply nuzzled his face in her neck.
“Ummm…” She hummed in satisfaction.
He’d never realized how intimate the sounds of a woman’s love could be. Stella’s spoke to his heart.
He gently nipped the top of her shoulder and growled. “Are you hungry now? We can make some sandwiches, or something.”
Delicate fingers stroked his back. “Are you hungry?”
