Saint and pulled Peyton into his arms. “Now I can say thank you properly.”
“Blaze, I’m all hot and sweaty,” she protested.
“Good.” He grinned. “Then I don’t have to worry about getting you hotter and sweatier. Come on. I think you need something to take your mind off all of this.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, sweeping back the covers on the bed and placing her on the sheets. He kept telling himself, Go slow, don’t rush things, but he wanted her with an unfamiliar fierceness that he couldn’t seem to control. He pulled off her shoes and tossed them to the side before lifting the hem of her silk blouse. Bending low, he placed a string of soft kisses along the strip of flesh exposed, then slid his tongue over the area.
God!
She tasted good everywhere, her skin soft as silk and tasting slightly of the peach body lotion she used. Teasing himself, he licked again, loving the way she squirmed, then slipped the fabric up and over to give him better access to her body. The breasts he’d come to love in such a short time plumped temptingly in a lacy gray bra. Traveling his tongue up over the fabric, he carefully licked the swells.
Peyton tried to grab the fabric to lift it up and over her head, but he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and forced her arms out to the sides.
“My party, my rules.” He licked around the edges of her belly button.
She wriggled her hips in a teasing motion. “Oh. Is that so?”
“It is indeed.”
“And just who decided that? Is that an order?”
He grinned, enjoying this side of her. “Me. And yes. The other night you took excellent care of me. Now I’m going to return that favor. Your only order is…don’t move.”
The pulse at the hollow of her throat beat harder as her imagination created all the things he might do to her. He maneuvered the blouse over her head, tossed it to the floor then pushed up the bra so her breasts plumped out beneath it. God, she had gorgeous breasts. The rosy nipples were already swollen, their color now a darker pink. He drew one into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth before sucking it hard again and again.
Peyton moaned and tried to raise herself up to him, but he pushed her back with one hand.
“Uh uh uh. My rules, remember?”
“Oh, we’re having rules now?” Heat danced in her eyes.
“Yes. As many as we need.”
What he really wanted to do was tie her to the bed and fuck her senseless, licking every inch of her over and over again, spanking her beautiful ass until it turned a gorgeous shade of dark pink. And fucking her until he wore out his cock.
But he was going to save that. Work up to it when he knew she wanted it as much as he did. Right now, he just wanted to do everything to make her feel very, very good.
He teased one nipple until she squirmed beneath his mouth then turned his attention to the other one. When they were deliciously swollen, he unfastened the bra and yanked it away, tossing it to the floor. Unhurried, he unzipped her slacks. He stood there for a moment, letting his gaze roam over every inch of her, drinking her in.
He eased the slacks slowly down past her hips, letting the tips of his fingers follow the curve of her hips and the line of her firm thighs, down to her ankles and her delicate feet. He’d been with all kinds of women—too many, some would say—but none of them held a candle to Peyton West. There was just something about her that set her about from all the others and pushed every one of his buttons.
And it wasn’t just her luscious body that kept his cock in a continuous semihard state or made his balls ache when she smiled at him a certain way. It was everything about her.
When she was completely naked except for the tiniest lacy bikini panties, he pulled in a breath to steady himself, shucked his shirt and slacks, and crawled onto the bed, leaving his boxer briefs in place to keep some control over his very eager cock.
“Don’t move,” he told her. “That’s an order.”
Her lips tilted up in a wicked smile. “What happens if I do?”
He moved so his mouth hovered over hers. “I might have to punish you. Severely. I might not even let