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“Maybe?” He arched a brow at her impudence. “Well, maybe I ought to turn you over my knee and spank your ass for being so fucking brazen.”
She laughed, but the blush staining her cheeks told him that she wasn’t opposed to the idea, which he found intriguing.
“I bought it while I was with my mom shopping today. Couldn’t resist. Apparently, it worked like a charm to get your attention.”
Still leaning over her, he held her gaze and replied honestly. “Pixie, you don’t need to wear a bikini to get my attention. Trust me, you already have it.”
As soon as the words were out, he realized just how revealing they were. And the soft, intimate look in her eyes told him that this thing between them was heading in a dangerous direction. Like emotions were getting involved and they were on the cusp of crossing that definitive line when neither one of them could afford to let that happen.
He sat down on the lounge chair next to hers and shifted the conversation to more mundane things that didn’t threaten the walls he’d built around his heart. “How was your day?” he asked.
She tipped her head to the side, her expression a little bit sassy. “Pretty damn good.”
He braced his forearms on his thighs to lean forward and grinned. “Yeah?” The question invited her to share.
“Well, it started off with not just one but two fantastic orgasms,” she said cheekily, and he agreed that waking up Peyton this morning with his mouth doing sinful things between her legs, along with the sound of her crying out his name as she came, had been a great way to start the day. “And I had a really good time with my mom today, and not once did she bring up how much she missed me and how much she hated me living so far away, so it was a nice, guilt-free day with her. And my most exciting news is that I have a Skype interview on Friday for a designer and stylist position with a fashion house in New York.”
Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and Leo desperately tried to ignore that punch-in-the-gut feeling in his stomach that reminded him once again that she was going to leave soon. “That’s great news.”
“They wanted to int
erview me in person, but when I told them that I was in California until next week, they asked if I could do it by Skype because based on my resume, I’m qualified for the position and exactly what they’re looking for, and they need to hire someone as soon as possible and it’s down to me and another candidate,” she told him, everything coming out in a rush of excitement. “Best part? They’re offering a better salary and benefits than my previous job.”
She was so giddy, and he was genuinely happy for her, because this was what she wanted. Even if it did leave him feeling conflicted.
“What about you?” she asked, turning to her side on the recliner so that she was facing him, which also drew his gaze to the way her breasts pressed together and nearly spilled from those little scraps of material. “How was your day at work?”
“Busy,” he said, clasping his hands between his knees. He was actually nervous about what he wanted to ask her, because this meant introducing her to his family, and the last woman he’d taken home to meet them was Amanda. “And something came up that I forgot about that I have to go to tomorrow night. It’s a gender reveal thing for my brother and his wife, who are having a baby in a few months. It’s at my mother’s house.”
“Well, we could tell my parents that you have a business dinner with a client,” she suggested before he could invite her along, giving him an excuse for his absence.
He exhaled a breath. “Actually, I’d like you to go with me.” Her eyes widened in surprise, and he went on. “My idiotic brother Dylan told my mother that I’d be bringing my new girlfriend.”
“If it makes you feel weird or uncomfortable, I don’t have to go, Leo.” Her voice was soft, her reply giving him an out.
Weird and uncomfortable were the last words he’d use to describe how he felt with Peyton, and bringing her to his mother’s wouldn’t change that. Being with her felt all kinds of right, and a selfish part of him wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. “I really want you to go with me tomorrow night, and not just because my brother said I’d bring you,” he said, his tone sincere. “I’d like you to meet my family.” Another surprising truth.
She smiled at him. “I’d really like that, too.”
“Good, then it’s settled,” he said, not analyzing why he felt relieved. And ridiculously happy that she’d agreed. “We can tell your parents that I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“That works.” With those plans established, a naughty glimmer entered her eyes as she toyed with the side string holding her bottoms together. “So . . . want to go swimming with me?”
“No.” He lifted his gaze from her taunting fingers tugging on the ties, his tone unapologetically direct and pure sex. “What I really want is to strip that bikini off your body and fuck you.” God, would he ever get enough of her before she left him? “But if you’d rather splash around in the pool—”
He didn’t even finish the sentence before she was on her bare feet, her expression eager as she grabbed his hand and tugged toward the guesthouse, giving him her answer—she wasn’t interested in taking a dip in the pool. As she power walked in front of him up the short pathway, his gaze dropped to her ass. Jesus Christ, the backside of her bottoms barely covered her cheeks, and he had the possessive thought that there was no way he’d ever let her wear a bikini like this out in public. It was for his eyes only.
Once they were inside the house, the need to get inside of her as soon as possible had him taking charge. After shutting the door and locking it for good measure, he turned her around before she could head toward the bedroom and pushed her up against the nearest wall. He shoved all ten fingers through her silky hair, tilted her head back so it was poised beneath his, and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her in the same edgy, desperate way that he wanted to take her body.
Seemingly just as wild as him, she panted against his lips, trying to pull the shirt from his pants, and he helped her along by yanking it unceremoniously over his head so it was no longer between them. Her fingernails lightly scraped down his abdomen to the fly of his pants, and he growled deep in his throat as frantic animal passion took over and finesse went out the window.
While she worked to get his zipper down over his erection, then pushed his pants and underwear down his hips, he got rid of her swimming suit top and lowered his damp, parted lips to her breasts. He took them into his mouth and sucked until her nipples were as stiff as the rock-hard dick Peyton was stroking in her palm.
She smelled like coconut oil, her skin sleek as he skimmed his hands along the curve of her waist until he reached the ties on her bikini bottoms. One hard pull had them unraveling and falling to the floor, and he didn’t waste any time burying his fingers between her legs, making sure she was good and wet and ready for the quick fuck he was about to deliver. She was drenched, her arousal coating his hand, and her soft flesh yielded to the thrust of fingers inside her.
She gasped in shock as they filled her, then gave a lustful whimper as he licked a path up the side of her neck and bit gently, just enough to add another layer of sensation to all the rest. Her hips gyrated toward his touch, and he pressed his thumb to her clit and increased the pressure and friction until her entire body was vibrating with pleasure and she clung to his arms, moaning raggedly as her first orgasm surged through her.
He barely remembered to grab a condom from the pocket of his pants before they hit the ground, and he kicked them aside, then quickly rolled on the protection. Good God, he was shaking, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He wanted Peyton too badly, needed her like she was his other half and he had to get his cock inside of her to feel whole.
