Page 20 of Just Married

I run my thumb lightly over her bottom lip. A lip I desperately want to kiss, but don’t dare pushher.

“Where do we go from here?” she asks quietly, her head subconsciously leaning into mypalm.

“Todinner.”

She looks at me as if what I’ve suggested is the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. I chuckle, and her eyebrows draw down inconsternation.

“Dinner?” she asksskeptically.

“Yes, you know… adate.”

She snorts a laugh. “Seriously? Your answer is adate?”

I shrug, trying to play at a level of nonchalance I am not feeling in the slightest. “It’s astart.”

She hums a little sound of consideration that has my cock jumping to attentionagain.

“I guess if you were to ask me properly…” she trailsoff.

“Peyton, would you please accompany me to dinner?” I ask formally, making Peyton scrunch her nose and shake herhead.

“I’ll have to check my calendar and get back to you.” I can tell she’s trying to keep a straight face, but she can’t hold back her teasing smirk. Her eyes are dancing with playfulness, showing a bit of the Peyton I know andlove.

I lightly dig my fingers into her side, tickling her. She wriggles and tries to escape my hold, but I hold fast, loving her breathless laughter—especially after the heartbreaking tears fromearlier.

One smile from Peyton has the ability to light up my entire world. One tear has the power to plunge everything into darkness. I promise myself here and now that I will make it my life’s mission to make Peyton smile every day, no matter thecost.

Peyton squeals and presses her fingers to my stomach, tickling me in return. By the time our little game is over, we are both breathlessly laughing, and I’ve got her pinned beneath me on thecouch.

We both freeze in place as we come back to ourselves and realize our positions. Peyton’s eyes dilate and fill with desire. Her hands clutch at my shoulders. I shift slightly, making to release her, but her hands tighten their grip, and she makes a throatyprotest.

“Sweetheart, if we don’t leave now, I’m going to kissyou.”

Lust flares in the space between us and I know that’s exactly what she wants—what webothwant. She licks her lips, wetting them, preparing them for me. I groan. The sound a mixture of pleasure andtorture.

“Peyton, please,” I beg for mercy. I want nothing more than to strip her down and plunge inside her willing heat, but that would be extremely shortsighted. I know she’s attracted to me. I know our bodies fit together perfectly. I need to convince her that everything else fits too. I can’t do that by fuckingher.

I run the tip of my nose over hers, then across her cheek to her ear. I breathe in the sweet citrus scent of her hair and rest my weight down on her. Her grip slackens as I nuzzle her, her body becoming pliant and willing underneathme.

“I want you,” she murmurs, wrapping her leg around my hip, lining our bodies up in the most mind-blowing way. She arches into me—dragging her pussy against my hardness. We both moan at thetease.

My mind short-circuits, and I find my hips matching her movements. Grinding our bodies together on her couch like a couple of horny teenagers. Our mouths meet in a frantic dance, tongues dueling for control. We break apart, chests heaving forbreath.

“Kingston,” she gasps my name as I roll my hips, bearing down on her, knowing she’sclose.

“That’s right, love,” I say, my voice gruff. “Cum forme.”

She nods her head and softly chants ‘Yes’ to the rhythm of my movements. Then her muscles clench, her body stiffening on a scream as her orgasm overtakesher.

Her eyes flutter closed. Her cheeks flushed with a sheen of perspiration. I cup her face between my hands and press tender kisses to her face, paying special attention to her already kiss-swollenlips.

Once her breathing has evened out, I extract myself from her hold—needing to put some distance between us before I find myself buried inside her and completely wreck my resolve to prove to her that I want her for more than just herbody.

“What about you?” she asks, confusion marring her lovelyfeatures.

“That was just for you,” I say, helping her from the couch. “Would you like tochange?”

“Change?”

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