Page 253 of Steamy Ever After

He unfastened her belt, unzipped her jeans, and pulled them off in one tug. Her eyes closed, then opened.

“Spread your legs for me, Peyton.” He lifted her knees and knelt between them, resting them over his spread thighs.

“You have too many clothes on,” she whined.

“I’m takin’ it slow, Peyton. Like you wanted,” he teased.

He pulled her body forward. Her hips tilted then, and the hardness trapped inside his jeans kissed her sex.

“God, I can feel how wet you are.” He ran his hands from her still-beaded nipples down her taut abdomen. Then he lifted her slightly, so he could kiss the tender skin behind her knee, then ran his tongue from there to the inside of her thigh. When he reached her apex, he pulled away and kissed the soft backside of her other knee.

Peyton writhed and whimpered, but nothing she did made him change his course.

“Tonight is about making you mine. Every inch of your body will learn the touch of my hands and my mouth.”

“I need the rest of you.”

“You’ll get as much of me as I do of you, sweetheart.” He stilled. “Don’t move, Peyton. Don’t even blink.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. The way the moonlight makes your eyes glow, and the sweat glistening on your bare skin. I never want to forget this moment.”

“Brodie, please.” She reached for him. “Take off your clothes.”

He rose and pulled his shirt over his head and, at the same time, toed off his boots. When she sat up and reached for his belt, he grasped both her wrists with one hand and held her still.

“I want to help.” She pouted.

“Not yet, Peyton.” With his other hand, he unfastened his belt and the top button of his jeans.

She gasped when they slid down his legs and he knelt between her thighs. “You still want it slow, Peyton?”

“No, Brodie. I never wanted it slow.”

He grinned and reached for his discarded pants. When he pulled a condom out of his wallet, she breathed a sigh of relief that he had one with him. She looked into his eyes and saw heat, and need, and longing.

“Oh, God.” She groaned when he ran a finger through her folds, then squeezed her clit.

“Look at me, Peyton. I want to see your eyes the minute we come together. I’m going to make you mine, Peyton. Do you understand?”

She whimpered as he eased in and out with maddening slowness.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned when she clenched and jerked against him. “I want to watch as pleasure spreads over your flushed skin. I want to savor every minute.”

She tightened around him and dug her fingernails into his flesh. Only then did Brodie let loose. He pounded into her until she felt herself sinking into a sea of sharp, intense, and overwhelming pleasure. Peyton gripped his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

“Come with me, baby. Right now,” he said.

Brodie’s fingers dug into her flesh, and she watched him unravel above her. He held himself there, watching too as she came down from the heights of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

She stared into eyes that had haunted her only a handful of days ago, but now whatever other memories they may have evoked were gone. Shattered. Her gaze bore into Brodie’s, like him, wanting to remember every moment of the first time they made love. No one else mattered now. Only him, the man who lowered himself against her and kissed the dewy wetness on her neck, her shoulder, and in the soft groove between her breasts.

“I liked it slow, Peyton. Very much.” He brought his lips to hers and tangled his tongue with hers. “But next time, we do it fast. Fast and hard. Okay, baby?”

“Brodie…” She had no words, other than to say his name again and again, in something she could only describe as reverence.

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