Page 251 of Steamy Ever After

“How so?”

“She talked more about Maddox than you. She said he was ‘charming.’”

“What did she say about me?” he asked.

“We talked about whether you were, you know, like Lang.”

“I’m not crazy about where this conversation is going.”

“You should be, because I don’t see you that way. There is, however, a voice deep inside, screaming at me to be careful, take it slow, and not be so quick to trust you.”

“I like being with you, Peyton. When I’m not, I want to be. If I had my way, I’d be with you all the time. Every minute. It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”

“Are you always like this?”

“Never have been before. So, Peyton, would it be okay if we stopped talking now?”

“I guess so.”

She moved the blanket off her shoulder, as though she was going to get up. Instead, Brodie eased it off his shoulder too and pulled her down on top of it with him.

“No more talking,” he said.

Peyton wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. He cushioned her head from the hard, cold ground under them, held her tight, and rolled so she was stretched out on top of him.

“That’s better,” he said against her lips.

His hands fisted her hair, and his mouth devoured hers. God, he loved the feel of her on top of him. Her curves melded into his body as though she was made for him. He put both his hands on her ass and pressed his hardness between her legs. If there weren’t two layers of clothing between them, he could slide into her warmth so easily. She shifted and rubbed against him like he was doing to her.

When she did, he brought his hands up and held her still. “Peyton, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone the way I want you right now.”

She slid lower so her head rested on his chest her arms tucked close to her sides and her breasts pushed into him. He could feel her pebbled nipples against him.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.” He sat up and flipped her over so her back was to his front, and then he stood, holding her in his arms.

“How did you do that?”

“Superpowers, remember?”

Brodie carried her to the passenger side of the car, released the arm that held her legs, and slid her down his body. When her feet hit the ground, he pushed her up against the door. “Put your legs around my waist,” he said, wrapping his hands under her legs and lifting her.

He ground himself against her sex again and captured her mouth with his feeling her thighs tightening against his splayed hands.

He held her there, trapped between his body and her car, and looked into her eyes. “This isn’t slow, Peyton, and it won’t be. It’ll be hard and fast. Do you understand?”

Her breathing hitched.

“Is this what you want, Peyton?”

She mewled but didn’t speak.

“Say it. I need to hear you say it,” he demanded.

“Yes, Brodie, I want this.”

“What, Peyton? What do you want?”

“I want you.”

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