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But she loves me regardless.
The first taste of her sweetness when my tongue dips inside her mouth is pure heaven. A surge of electricity ripples through me, and my heart thunders as her lips press against mine, unleashing a flood of sensation that courses through my body with every reciprocating stroke of her tongue. Four long, lonely years of pent-up emotion are channeled into our kiss, and my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans, wanting inside her. Now.
“Tate,” Peyton whimpers against my mouth, fisting my shirt in her hands. “Take me home.”
I don’t overanalyze how I know she’s talking about my place and not her father’s. Without a second thought, I wrap her legs around me and lift her up. I don’t even bother putting the tailgate back up.
The years and distance between us feel like an ocean of unresolved emotions, a chasm of space and time saturated with words that need to be spoken. Peyton and I have so much we need to talk about, so many things that should have been said. The most important being that I love her, too. I also owe her a shit-ton of apologies and some major groveling that she most absolutely deserves. But all that can wait until tomorrow.
“Did you drive here?”
I walk with her in my arms when her wicked mouth does even more wicked things to my neck. If I don’t get us inside the truck, I have a feeling we’re going to go at each other like animals, not caring that there are hundreds of eyes watching.
“We can get it later,” she pants at my ear. “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait. Please, Tate.”
This is insane. We haven’t seen each other in four years, but it’s like that absence never existed. We should go somewhere private to talk, not immediately jump straight into sex. That’s the rational thing to do, but neither Peyton nor I listen.
Her teeth graze the sensitive skin behind my ear she knows all too well, and I grunt with the effort it’s taking not to strip her jeans off and fuck her against the side of my truck.
“You sure about this?”
She nods emphatically as I one-hand the passenger side door open and gently set her down in the seat.
“I’m sure that if you don’t stop talking and start driving, I’m going to strangle you.”
My smile flashes wild and free at her sass.
“Yes, ma’am.”
* * *
With our kiss out of control and my hands full of her soft curves, I stumble Peyton inside my house with her locked tightly around me.
She breaks our kiss to look around, but with the lights off, it’s too dark to see much.
“Do I get a tour?”
My place isn’t big. I bought the two-bedroom, two-thousand-square-foot Craftsman a couple of years ago. It sits on a large plot of land, which was its best-selling feature. Plenty of room to build a three-car garage out back or add on additions to the main structure. I spent the first year gutting it and remodeling it. All new wiring and HVAC, new kitchen and appliances, new wood flooring, new paint in the interior and exterior. I’m curious to know what Peyton thinks of it.
“Later.”
Kicking the front door closed with my foot, I push her up against the wall.
“Here’s good.” She goes for the zipper of my jeans. “Tate,” she complains when I begin walking again, heading toward my bedroom down the hall.
“I’m not fucking you against the wall the first time.” No matter how badly I want to.
We’ll have plenty of time for fucking later. Right now, I need to make love to my woman. I’ve been without her for far too long. Years to make up for. So many orgasms I owe her.
She laughs as we tumble to the mattress, the soft memory foam cushioning our fall. Her laughter suddenly fades as our eyes meet, the air crackling around us, thick and pulsating like a physical thing as if it were alive.
She lifts her hand to my face and presses the pad of her thumb to my bottom lip as if imprinting her touch on me. When she sucks her thumb into her mouth like she’s savoring our last kiss, my cock throbs painfully, wanting to feel her lips wrapped around it and not her thumb.
I sit back on my knees when she gently pushes on my chest. Her intense gaze scorches my skin as her eyes travel over me.
“What?”
She scrapes her bottom lip between her teeth and peers up at me with moss-green eyes. “It looks…biggerthan I remember.”
