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I brush my thumb over his bottom lip and press my breasts into his chest. “Well, now that this mouth of yours is empty maybe we can fill it with something else.”
His cock instantly hardens against my leg, and he gives an almost resigned shake of his head. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“You mean you can’t believe I said it before you said it.” I laugh and poke his chest. “You were thinking it. Don’t even try to deny it.”
“Not trying,” he says with a cocky grin. The more time we spend together, the more playful he becomes. Before this trip, he kept that side of himself locked up tight. I guess humiliation in the past—he was dumped just before his wedding—forced him to keep his guard in place, and perhaps he doesn’t feel the need to protect himself with me after we both made it clear where we stood. I get that he’s still worried about his friendship with Cason, but I’m not a girl to kiss and tell. Heck, up until this morning, and the time he ravished my mouth at the wedding, I wasn’t even a girl who kissed, period. Damned if I haven’t been missing out, though. Then again, it’s not like I’d want another man’s lips on mine. No, and right there, that fact alone, could very well lead to a problem.
No regrets, Peyton.
I push that thought from my mind as he glances over his shoulder. His grin is mischievous, playful when he turns back to me, his eyes zeroing in on my mouth. His hips move, pressing against me, conveying all his needs. Desire twists inside me as I ache to lose myself in him a second time.
“Want to shut the door?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper that glides over my flesh and hints at things to come. Intimate things. Dirty things. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited by the prospect.
“No,” I blurt out, and he cocks his head, his brow raised, his tanned skin glistening in the rays of sun streaming in through the big windows. I lean into him, soak in his warmth. The scent of his skin, clean soap infused with testosterone, swirls around me. “Well, yeah, of course I want you to shut the door.” That brings a smile to his face. “But I’m not about to jeopardize this job.”
His demeanor changes and he steps back, putting a measure of distance between us, and I instantly miss the connection. “Right. Sorry about that.” He taps his head and winks at me. “Loss of blood there for a second.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I sidle back up to him, put my hands on his chest, loving his strong heartbeat beneath m
y palm. “I kind of like that I can do this to you.”
“Ah, something you like,” he says, a slow nod of his head. “That’s different.”
I run my finger along his cheek, the bristles on his late-afternoon shadow rough against my flesh. How would it feel between my legs? “Let’s hurry home. I’ll show you what else I like doing to you.”
He frowns. “Don’t we have to go to Andrew’s for dinner?”
I glance at the clock. “If we hurry, we—”
He snatches my hand and ushers me out the classroom door before I can even finish my sentence. Hand in hand, like two lovestruck teenagers, we laugh and hurry outside the school. I sneeze again when we pass by the same purple flowers.
He casts me a quick glance, and beneath the lust I spot genuine concern. “Allergies?” I nod, and he slows his steps when I become a bit breathless. “Tell me about your day,” he says, his brow furrowed, real interest on his face. “Did you enjoy it as much as you thought you would?”
“It was so much fun. The kids are all wonderful.” He grins at me and I talk endlessly, as I sometimes do, as we continue to make our way back home. We reach the villa and I’m winded from my incessant chatter. “I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?” Roman pushes the door open and gestures for me to enter.
“I talked nonstop and never even asked how your day was.” I frown and his mouth drops to my lips, stoking my need for him as I push past him. “That was thoughtless of me.”
“There’s nothing thoughtless about you, Peyton.” His voice is almost tortured as he says that, like it’s something he can’t quite comprehend, like it scares him a bit. Inside he shuts the door and pushes me against it. “And if you really want to know about my day, let’s just say we’re about to get to the highlight reel.”
“Does the highlight reel have anything to do with me?” I slide my arms around his neck and take pleasure in his strength and sureness. The man is a powerhouse, and while I feel small in his arms, I also feel cherished.
“It has everything to do with you. Don’t you realize you’re the star of the show?” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and warm sensations grip me. “This mouth. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” His nostrils flare and my nipples tighten with arousal. “I’m going to destroy it.” I suck in a breath, his filthy words derailing my ability to think. He inches closer, his lips a breath away from mine, and I’m about to open for him, welcome his ravishing tongue inside, when my nose tingles.
“What...what if I’m getting a cold?”
His eyes are glazed, completely enraptured with my mouth, a hungry wolf about to feast on a lamb, when he says, “I thought you said it was just allergies.”
“Can we take a chance?” I rake my hand through his hair and make a mess of it. The mussed-up look works for him. Then again, any look works for him. “I don’t want you to get sick.” Why the hell am I trying to talk him out of this when I want him to strip me bare and make a complete and utter mess of me?
He laughs, but it’s more like a tortured growl and my body burns in response. “You think a cold is going to keep me from claiming this sweet mouth?” Oh God, I shouldn’t like how he wants to claim me. I shouldn’t like it at all. But I do.
He presses his body against mine, and his cock is so hard, I’m pretty sure the entire marine corps couldn’t stop him from touching me. “I don’t want to get you sick.”
Just shut up already, Peyton.
“Yeah, I know. You’re sweet like that.” His demeanor changes, and in the blink of an eye the wild animal vanishes, the hunger receding, giving way to a soft smile as he pulls me from the door. “Come on,” he says, the tenderness in his tone like a gentle caress over my skin, and I work to ignore the strange possessive tug on my emotions.
