feet and yanked hers away from her body. Just looking at her fresh from the shower, a slumberous look in her eyes from the orgasm that had raced through her body, her nipples rosy, made him want to take her right here on the tile floor. Then he told himself no. She was worth so much more than that.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her into his bedroom, pausing only long enough to strip back the covers before placing her on the sheets. And wasn’t he just damn glad today was the housekeeper’s day and he’d had her change the sheets.
Jesus! She looked so gorgeous in his bed, that rich chestnut hair spread out on the pillow, eyes burning with need. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, making it glisten, and desire shot straight to his balls. He knelt between her legs, bending them at the knees to give him better access, but before he could do anything, she pushed him. He was so startled, he tumbled to his side and lay there looking at her, puzzled.
What the hell?
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes, it is.” She pushed herself up and moved so she was straddling his thighs. “You haven’t had your turn yet.”
“What? Wait.” He tried to push her onto her back again. “Babe, I’m so hard and horny right now it wouldn’t take much to finish me off. And when I get there, I want to be inside you. Scratch that. I have to be inside you.”
“Just a little taste,” she promised.
Before he could say or do anything else, she wrapped her slim fingers around his aching shaft and slid them softly from root to tip and back again. He sucked in a breath at her touch, gritting his teeth to maintain some thread of control. Her hand on him just felt so fucking good.
But then she swiped her tongue over the head, gently probing the opening with the tip, and he nearly lost it. He had to fist his hands to hold himself together and keep from coming right then and there.
Peyton licked the soft velvety tip even as she stroked up and down again. He was so hard it was almost painful, but he reached for that famous SEAL control, because he wanted her to do this forever.
“What—” He jerked his eyes open when she took her hands away.
“Even I can see you’re close to the edge,” she told him. “And I want you inside me, too.”
“Good,” he growled. “Because here I come.”
When he had her on her back again, he spread her legs and bent them at the knees. She was wide open to him, every glistening pink inch of her. Lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders, he held open the lips of her sex and slid his tongue over her heated flesh.
Peyton gasped, sucking in her breath and letting out a tiny moan.
He did it again. Another moan.
Jesus!
She tasted so fucking good.
He thrust his tongue deep inside her, feeling the tremors in the tiny muscles. Then he dragged it back out, teasing her swollen clit as he did so.
“Oh, god.”
She arched her body up to his mouth and squeezed her thighs against him, so he did it again and again, sure he’d died and gone to heaven. As he laved her over and over with his tongue, he felt his dick thickening even more. Pressing her open with his thumbs, he gently bit her clit then reached into his nightstand drawer for a condom. His hands were actually trembling as he rolled it on.
He slid into her wet heat with a feeling that he was coming home. Her heated flesh closed around him, gripping his cock as he slid it all the way in. He had to close his eyes and reach for his control, or this would be over in seconds. And he wanted it to last as long as possible.
He studied her face, which was flushed with desire, lips kiss-swollen, long lashes brushing her cheeks. The pulse at the base of her throat beat furiously, matching the beat of his own heart.
“Open your eyes.” He heard the hunger in his own voice. “Look at me, Peyton.”
She lifted her lids as if they carried a heavy weight on them, and when she did, he saw a hunger in her eyes ferocious enough to match his own. He took her mouth with a need so fierce he wasn’t sure it would ever be satisfied. Tangled his tongue with her delicious