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“I want you,” she said. “I think I’ve wanted you since that night you pulled me from the river.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, I carried her into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Peyton ran her mouth over my jaw, trailing her warm tongue down my throat, grazing her teeth over my stubbled skin.
“I love this,” she purred, scraping her fingernails along my jaw. “I love how it feels.”
Fuck. I was so hard that I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to last, and I wanted to take my time with her. To map her body and learn every dip and curve, every sensitive part of her. I wanted to discover where to touch and lick and kiss to make her blush, to make her scream my name.
I didn’t make it to the bed, pushing her up against the wall, caging her in with my body. She stared at me with big open eyes, fire simmering in the middle of two blue pools of ice. Raw, aching, unwavering. No words passed between us as I ran a hand from her throat, down her body, squeezing her tits hard enough to make her gasp. My hand slipped lower, down the flat of her stomach, only stopping when I reached the waistband of her leggings.
She nodded, silently giving me permission, and I dipped my hand inside, finding her wet and wanting.
“God,” it was a throaty purr as I slid two fingers into her. Peyton moaned, arching into my hand, demanding more. “Xander…” Her hand went to my jeans, trying to palm me through the denim. But I nudged her away. Needing to keep a leash on my control.
“Ssh,” I crooned, licking my tongue up her throat and jaw, kissing her deeply. “I’ve got you.”
She began riding my hand, rolling her hips in time with my thrusts. Shallow at first and then deeper, stretching her. I added my thumb, circling her clit in perfect synchrony. I hadn’t even gotten her naked and I was rock hard, desperate to feel her tight around me.
“I’m gonna… God…”
I swallowed her moans, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, dragging every inch of pleasure from her that I could. Her body trembled around me as my name fell from her lips like a prayer.
Xander… Xander… Xander…
It was the best fucking thing I’d ever heard. I didn’t give her time to come down, spinning us around and walking her to the bed. Peyton landed with a soft thud, staring up at me through lust-heavy eyes. Weak against her spell, I pulled off my t-shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
“You sure?” My voice was thick.
Peyton nodded, and I dropped a knee to the bed, so I could lean over and pull off her leggings and panties. A shiver rolled through her.
“Sit up,” I said, and I helped remove her t-shirt and bra.
She looked like an angel, laid out before me, a halo of golden hair fanned on my pillows.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said. But then something drew my eye. A small scar on her inner thigh. My finger grazed the healing skin.
“Xander…” Panic rose in her voice.
“It’s okay.” I smoothed my thumb over the imperfection, swallowing the giant fucking lump in my throat. “We all have scars, Peyton.”
