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“Yes. Change… for ourdate.”

Her lips part in an O and she looks a little taken aback that I’d still be suggesting dinner. Which only strengthens my resolve to keep it in my pants until she understands that I’m in this for the longhaul.

She looks down at herself and she cringes when she realizes what she’s wearing. I find it endearing that she obviously wants to look her best for me, but at the same time, I love seeing her just being herself without anypretenses.

“Uhm, yeah, I should gochange.”

I laugh a little when she practically runs to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Ten minutes later she comes out wearing a pair of jeans that mold to her curves and a blue shirt that shows just a hint of cleavage. On her feet, a pair of sexy knee-high boots that have a wicked tall heel. I swear I’ve never noticed a woman’s feet as much as I’ve noticed Peyton’s and I’m starting to wonder if I’ve got a footfetish.

“You lookamazing.”

Her eyes light up at my compliment. “Thanks.”

Chapter Ten

Peyton

It’s been almosta month since I ran like the Hounds of Hell were chasing me out of Vegas. Everything with Kingston has been going smoothly. Maybe too smoothly. Kingston is all in with our budding relationship, but I can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop. The teenaged girl that he stood up and then laughed at afterward still lives insideme.

I’m wary. Okay, terrified is closer to the emotion I feel when it comes to fully opening my heart up to Kingston. My heart says Kingston is sincere. My brain isn’t as easy toconvince.

He asked me to try. To let him show me how good we could be together. These last weeks have been beyond anything I could have anticipated. When I told him that I wanted to take things slow, he easily agreed and has more than proven this thing between us isn’t just lust. That’s definitely there, too, but more than sexual attraction there is genuine affection betweenus.

Lovemy heart whispers. Love? I’m not ready to admit that—yet—not even to myself. Even though I know I’m in denial. I’ve loved him for years, but there’s so much hurt piled up that I can’t be anything butcautious.

Kingston lays me on the soft bed and all of my doubts fade away. His hands caress my body—touching everywhere he can reach as if I’m made of spun glass. Lips press sensual kisses along my jaw, each brush of his lips causes my heart to melt a littlemore.

Kingston finally reaches my lips and he’s so tender it’s overwhelming. I never would’ve guessed he had this sweet side tohim.

I fall into the kiss. Returning each press of his lips, granting him entrance when his tongue flicks against my lower lip. My core clenches when his tongue slides along mine. Each swipe is equal parts give and take. He’s giving me everything he’s promised. Showing me with actions not just words how much he wants me and he’s taking my surrender. I’ve been fighting so hard to keep myself shrouded from getting hurt that I’m caught off guard when I realize Kingston is worth therisk.

By the time he pulls away, we are both breathless, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. The hard length of his cock presses between my thighs and I can’t help shifting against him restlessly. I whimper when he moves away. The loss of his weight on top of me, the closeness, brings an uncomfortable feeling to mychest.

“Hush beautiful,” he says, settling between mylegs.

His wide shoulders spreading me open and his eyes burn with lust. I can imagine mine are equally burning for him. Then his mouth is on me, and all thought is lost. My worries and fears are swept away with each swipe of his tongue. He eats at me like a starving man given his first meal indays.

Chapter Eleven

Kingston

Peyton moves restlessly,pressing herself closer to my mouth then shying away when the pleasure gets to be too much. She’s holding back, and I can’t have that. I need her to let me in. I need her to trust in me. Trust that I’ll be here to catch her when shefalls.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I grip her hips, holding her in place. I lick her pussy from top to bottom, loving the breathless noises she’s making. I dip my tongue into her entrance, then circle her clit. Her hips buck against my hold, and I know she’s close to the edge. Not wanting this to be over, I slow my ministrations, licking every inch of her slick folds while ignoring her needy littleclit.

“Kingston,” she gasps. I can hear the pleading in hertone.

“What do you want?” I ask, licking another slow circle around herclit.

“Lickme.”

“I am lickingyou.”

I prove my point by stroking the flat of my tongue from bottom to top. When my tongue connects with her clit, her hips punch up intome.

“Here?” I ask, pressing a kiss to that sensitivenub.

“Yes…” she says, squeezing her thighs around my head as if she could hold me inplace.

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