Page 29 of Protecting Salvation

“With my head between your sexy thighs, making you come with my name on your lips.”

He knew he’d shocked her but he wanted her to know how he felt about her, how much he wanted her and he also liked the pink on her cheeks when he shocked her. Peyton coughed and grabbed her coffee to cover it.

She held up a finger and he wondered if he had taken it too far.

“I’d like to change my answer.”

His laugh was loud and bold as she grinned at him. “You’re something else, sugar.”

“So are you, Warren. I see you, and I want you to know I’m not afraid of what the future holds when I’m with you. Not matter what that is, you make me feel like I can face it.”

He didn’t know what his future held either but he knew he wanted today and tomorrow and as many tomorrows as he could get with this woman. He was done holding back. “Get your fine ass over here, woman.”

He pulled her up out of her chair as he stood and lifted her in his arms as he backed her toward the wall, his lips finding hers. Peyton wrapped her arms and legs around him, her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips as a sigh left her body. He cupped her ass cheeks in his big palms as she melted into him. Pouring her passion into him, her body submitted to him as sexy sounds left her lips. He stroked his hands over her ass, feeling the heat of her core pressed against his erection.

Her body writhed, her hands moving like she had no control over them. Months and months of foreplay clashed into this one kiss. He wanted to devour her, to kiss every inch of her, to make her come on his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He wanted to own her in every way, to make her feel like the Queen she was so that she never doubted herself again.

But first, he needed to make sure they were on the same page. Pulling back, he kissed her nose, her eyelids, and her cheek with gentle, soft touches as her breathing heaved against his chest.

“Sugar, look at me.”

Her heavy-lidded eyes met his, full of fire and need, and it took everything he had not to strip her down right here in this tiny kitchen and fuck her until neither of them could walk. “I don’t know what my future is, but I know in this moment there’s nothing I want more than you. I can’t make you any promises about tomorrow but for today, I know what I want and that’s you.”

Her palm stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes, revelling in her touch as he stood there, his hands holding her to his body, breathing the same air.

“I want today with you, and every other today you can give me, Warren.”

A sigh left his body as he bent his head and kissed her again, unhurried this time as if that one sentence had taken away the desperate fear snapping at his heels.

A loud bang at the front door had his head snapping up as they looked toward the sound.

“It’s probably the postman with a package.”

Hurricane gave her ass a final squeeze before setting her down. His dick was achingly hard in his pants as she tried to step around him and move to the door.

He snaked a hand out to grab her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Peyton blinked up at him confused. “To answer the door.”

His lips feathered her ear as he bent to whisper in her ear. “Sugar, when I’m here, you do not answer the door looking freshly fucked, and especially not when there might be a threat to you. We clear?”

Peyton rolled her eyes and he almost grinned but he needed her to know he was deadly fucking serious about this.

“Fine. Go get the door, neanderthal.”

His lips touched her cheek. “Good girl.”

He smirked and adjusted his cock in his pants before stepping up the door. He needed to get her a camera doorbell sorted out. Opening the door he saw it wasn’t the postie but Lotus and Titan.

Lotus looked him up and down, as he stood perfectly still not letting her see him flinch when she choked out a laugh. “Well, looks like someone had a good morning.”

She pushed past him and Titan shrugged and followed, offering his fist in greeting.

Hurricane bumped his. “What’s up, man?”

He closed the door and followed them in to see Peyton pouring Lotus orange juice.

“Why the early morning visit? You got news?”