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Chapter Seventeen
Peyton
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His lips are like fire, branding my skin in the most delicious way possible. His touch is everywhere; my hair, my face, my chest, the backs of my thighs as he hoists me up against the closed bedroom door.
It’s so overwhelming.
I squirm under his touch. A part of me wants to pull away, the other part never wants him to stop.
I don’t know how this happened. One minute we were on the deck. The next he’s kissing me in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed before. Like he’s a starving man and my lips are the only thing that will satisfy his hunger.
When he suggested we go upstairs to somewhere more private I thought maybe we’d talk. Maybe he’d tell me that kissing me was a mistake. What I did not expect was for him to pin me against the door and kiss me even harder, even deeper, with even more need.
And now I’m lost to him. The frenzy of his hands. The power of his lips. The way he groans deep in his throat, making me ache for a man in a way I’ve never ached before.
I want him so badly it’s painful. No, strike that. Ineedhim. Like my lungs need air. It’s like he is the only thing tethering me to Earth and the moment he lets go I will float away.
“Abel.” I pant against his mouth when he lowers me to my feet, his fingers opening my shorts with ease.
“I want you,” he pants, kissing me as he slides my shorts down my thighs. “I need you.” He hitches his thumbs into my panties and tugs them down. “I have to have you.” He swipes his tongue across my lower lip, causing me to let out an audible moan.
And then his hand slips between my legs and I melt into a puddle of mush under his touch. How can I not? How could I possibly resist a man that has this much power over me.
The connection we share – the chemistry – it’s unlike anything I have ever felt before and am fairly certain will ever feel again.
“Tell me you want me,” he pleads, his lips against my mouth.
“I want you.” I let out a soft cry when he plunges two fingers inside of me.
As if this is the undoing of us both, he slides his hands down to the hem of my shirt and lifts, depositing it somewhere on the floor, before, with one hand, he quickly removes my bra. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and damn if it isn’t the best feeling in the world.
Snaking his arms around my waist, he lifts me and turns, taking the few steps across the room to the bed, before setting me on top of the thick comforter the moment he reaches it.
His eyes roam my body. A hunger behind them that would make even the strongest woman putty in his hands.
He slides off his shirt and I can’t stop my gaze from roaming his broad chest. I pause on the tattoo scribbled right above his heart.Finley.A dull ache forms in my chest but I push it away. I can’t let his pain become mine.
I force my gaze to shift to his defined abs, dipping lower when he undoes the buckle of his pants.
It’s enough to redirect my attention.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his wallet and removes a condom from one of the slots. I hold my breath as he removes his jeans and boxers in one quick movement. He places the condom wrapper in his mouth and rips it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his impressive length.
He places his hands on the bed and slowly crawls up my body. By the time he settles on top of me, I’m shaking like a tree in the middle of a windstorm. My branches fly every which way and my leaves are torn from their home and flutter to the ground beneath me.
“Peyton.” He stills on top of me, his erection heavy against my thigh. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Where he’s been confident, he now seems unsure and this has me scrambling to reassure him.
“I’m sure.” I nod. “I’m very sure. I want this. I want you.” I pull his face down to mine and kiss him gently.
“I can’t promise you anything,” he murmurs against my lips. “As much as I want to, I can’t right now.”
“I’m not asking for anything.” I spread my legs, causing his body to settle between them. “I just want this. You. Right now.” I lift my hips, letting out a soft whimper when he presses his length against my core. “Please,” I moan, so desperate I’d probably get down on my knees and beg for it at this point.
Abel kisses me, slow and deep, silencing me. His movements are slow and calculated. The soft stroke of his hand down my side. The light nudge of his hip against my inner thigh as he spreads me wider. The gentle way his fingers touch me as he lines himself at my entrance.
I hold my breath, waiting for the moment of impact. Waiting for the moment that I know will change everything. And when that moment comes, it’s like everything in me comes alive all at once. Like my body is recognizing this is who it’s been searching for.
