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ChapterThirty-Three
PEYTON
It wasmy first night off in weeks, and I intended to take advantage of it. After I’d showered, I lotioned my skin until it glowed, then put on silk and lace lingerie. Studying myself in the mirror, I admired how the deep turquoise of the camisole top complemented my skin and hair, and how the tiny but luxurious shorts showed off my legs. I silently thanked Adrienne for the suggestion while I finished doing my hair.
A million butterflies took off in my stomach, beating wildly.
Just open the door, Peyton. What’s the worst that can happen?
My brain immediately created no less than three different scenarios, all of which made me want to crawl in a hole and hide. I shoved those thoughts away. I might have dressed differently, but I was still the same. The man waiting for me was the same one who’d spent the last month in my bed.
Reaper sat propped up by pillows, his hair wild and loose around his shoulders. The blanket pooled at his waist, revealing his muscular torso.
My mouth watered. I wanted to lick him. Wanted him to tell me every dirty thought that came to his mind, then show me. I stood there watching him for a few seconds. He looked up from his phone and his surprised expression turned ravenous.
He crooked a finger, beckoning me to him as he slid the blanket off. I shook my head to stop him from getting up and kneeled at the foot of the bed. On my hands and knees, I crawled up the bed. With his eyes glued to the gap in my top, he licked his lips.
My body vibrated with desire and anticipation. I grazed his hard cock as I climbed up his body, making him hiss. He grabbed my ass, hauling me the rest of the way up. I placed my hands on his chest, enjoying the quickened heartbeat under my palms. I made tiny circles with my hips, little shocks zipping up my spine. His head fell back against the headboard, and he gripped my hips, forcing me to stop.
Lust filled his eyes when he brought them back to me. Lust and something raw, so deep it was like his heart stared back at me. Unable to handle the emotion, I bent down and kissed him.
When I pulled away, sucking in air, my body felt painfully empty. I needed him more than I’d ever needed anything.
His hand traced the delicate lace strap at my shoulder. “I’m going to get you more of these. One in every color.” Reaper moved his hand down my body, cupping my breasts through the fabric and playing with my nipples before bending his head and sucking them through the fabric.
I let out a breathless moan. His callused hands slipped under my top, and went up, not stopping until my top was off. Faster than a man his size had any right to be, Reaper had me on my back, his impressive form hovering over me.
He crushed his lips to mine, and I kissed him back with ferocity, my hands roaming everywhere I could reach. We ripped off each other’s clothes, his body covering mine in the most delicious way.
I loved that he was so much bigger than me. How, in his arms, I was delicate. Delicate, feminine, soft. All words I’d never thought described me. I loved that he brought out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. Everything but the two of us fell away. Time lost all meaning. He took his time pushing into me, and I pulled him closer, needing more. Slowly, almost lazily, he thrust into me, lacing our hands together and pulling them up over my head. His eyes blazed with emotion, and I didn’t need him to speak the words aloud because I felt them in my soul. The depth, the sheer vastness of his love, threatened to drown me.
Reaper never stopped his slow movements. Not when he bent down and shoved his face in my neck, and not when I wrapped my legs around him and pulled us tighter together, making us both groan. Our breathless panting filled the air. The slow build started, until I was right on the edge. He kept me there, never changing his pace.
I said, in the most pathetic voice, “Please.”
Reaper knew what I meant. He moved sharper and harder. Waves of ecstasy rolled through me, building in intensity, until my back bowed and I was squeezing my eyes shut.
Reaper’s groan and muttered curses followed soon after, and he collapsed on top of me, careful not to give me all his weight. He nuzzled my neck, staying where he was as our breathing calmed down.
He rolled off me and lightly slapped my ass. “Don’t move.” The bathroom sink turned on and off, and he came back to me. The cloth was warm as he cleaned me up.
“Soon we’ll talk about going without the condom. When you’re ready.” He kissed my stomach. “All my tests came back good. That was a couple months ago. But I haven’t been with anyone in years, so there aren’t any surprises.”
“Years?”
“Almost four years, yeah.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I simply lay there, stunned, until a siren pierced the silence as my phone rattled against the nightstand. Jolted to attention, I snatched my phone and opened the message.
Row row row your boat.
Sophia Pullbar was the only person who had that code, and she knew to only send it out in a life-threatening emergency.
A switch flipped in my brain. Instinct and training crashed into me. I ran to the walk-in closet and threw on clothes. This was bad. The fact that it had been sent out to me meant that everyone else was away, doing something that they couldn’t get pulled out of.
I was the backup’s backup. I was the last resort tonight, and I was getting called in.
Boots in hand, I walked out of the room and to the hallway closet where I kept all my guns and ammo.
