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She glanced up at Ryan. “Ry, can you run inside and get Jason a sandwich?”
Turning back to Jason, she asked, “Turkey? Roast beef? What do you think would hit the spot?”
“You’re going to buy me a sandwich?” Jason’s eyes widened as he looked up at her.
“Well, I’m not.” She flicked her thumb toward Ryan. “He is. So, what’ll it be?”
Jason looked up at Ryan warily, then back down at the baby. He chewed his bottom lip, then spoke so softly Ryan couldn’t hear him.
“Roast beef it is,” Peyton said. “And what about a drink? Milk or juice? Either of those would be good for you with nursing.”
Jason wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like milk.”
“Juice it is.” Peyton looked back up at Ryan. “Maybe grab a couple of drinks.”
“You gonna be okay if I leave you out here?”
Peyton looked over at Jason. When she looked back at Ryan, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Peyton pulled her car into the second garage and parked beside Ryan. She’d never lived in a place with a garage. Heck, she’d never lived in a house. Apartments through and through.
Ryan waited on the stairs and held the side door open for her to enter his house. She rounded the corner and immediately her gaze was drawn outside. The setting sun landed on the pool, making it glisten like crystals. She’d been here several times, but it never failed to take her breath away. What must it be like to live in a place like this?
The gas fireplace and surrounding patio furniture drew her attention instantly. Ryan had created such an amazing outdoor space it would be a shame not to enjoy it. “Any chance we can eat outside?”
“Sure. You want a beer or wine? I’m not really sure what you drink with a mac n’ cheese sandwich.” Ryan eyed the takeout bag in his hand skeptically.
“Wine would be great, thanks.” She followed him into the kitchen. Running her hand along the edge of the granite counter, she sighed.
Ryan set the bag down on the island and walked over to her. “You know you’re always stroking that counter every time you come over.” He pressed her back against the counter and leaned in and scraped his teeth on the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Imagine how good it would feel against your back when I lay you down on it so I can eat that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her nipples beaded tightly against her bra as she bit back a moan. “Mmm, we have to eat dinner.” She tilted her head to the side to give him further access to the sensitive spot on her neck.
“I say we start with dessert.” Ryan bit down on her neck, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Dessert’s good,” she sighed.
Ryan’s hands dipped into the edge of her pants, and he slowly lowered them down her legs, taking her panties with them. He crouched on the floor and looked up at her. “Step out,” he ordered.
His nostrils flared with arousal. Peyton licked her lips and raised her foot. A shiver ran through her as her panties eased down her thigh like a gentle caress. He wrapped his hand around the arch of her foot and rested it on his knee. Gliding his hand up her calf, he pressed her knee out, opening her legs wider. He stared at her naked center, then slowly trailed his finger up her thigh.
Her knees trembled. She was sure Ryan could see how wet she was already. This man turned her on like no one else. He barely had to touch her, and she was ready to go off like a rocket. She should probably be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. It turned her on even more.
He ran his finger through her slit. Coated with her moisture, he brought it to his mouth and sucked. “You always taste so fucking good.”
Ryan stood, grabbed her hips, and hoisted her onto the edge of the island. She hissed out a breath at the contrast between the cool stone and her heated core. Peyton shifted her hips, loving the way her skin glided across the counter. She’d thought it felt amazing against her hand. That was nothing compared to how it felt against her butt.
Ryan pressed his hand in the middle of her chest. “Lay down. I’ve been picturing you spread out here since the first time I saw you run your hand over the counter.”
Doing what she was told, Peyton rested her back against the granite counter. The look on Ryan’s face sent a little thrill of excitement zipping through her. He really was looking at her like he’d like to feast on her body. Enjoying the surge of power she felt, she arched her back and spread her legs, encouraging him to get started.
“It’s even hotter than I’d imagined.” Ryan stepped between her legs. He placed his hand on her stomach and pushed her shirt up over her breasts. “The things I want to do to these tits.” He roughly pulled the fabric of her bra down, shoving it under her breasts. The under wire held her breasts up, making them look perky and full and kind of hot, if she did say so herself.
She arched her back. Her nipples tightened further. “What would you do?”
“Fuck them.”
That shouldn’t turn her on nearly as much as it did. She’d had guys use her breasts before and it had been okay, but somehow she knew if Ryan did it, there would be no comparison.
