Page 46 of After All

“I want to eat you up,” he said gruffly.

He heard her little gasp.

“And not just because I want you with every fiber of my body, and not just because you smell like everything I love, but because youaresweet to me, Peyton, even when you’re not trying. And you being here in the morning when I wake up makes me happier than I can even believe.”

He just rested his forehead on her stomach, breathing in and out, letting her absorb all of that.

Then, finally, he felt her hand slide up into his hair and rest on his head. Again, definitely not pushing him away. Maybe even holding him closer.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her voice was husky and soft as she spoke, and Scott felt his cock stir even from that.

“Just soaking you in,” he said. He lifted his head and looked up at her. Watching her face, he slid his hands from her hips to her waist, then higher, inching up her hoodie and, sure enough, the pajama top underneath. He put his mouth against the smooth skin he bared just above her belly button and felt her fingers curl into his scalp.

“Scott.”

“Peyton.”

“Not Trouble?” she asked.

He looked up. “The best possible kind.”

He kissed her, then licked, then kissed again. She tasted as good as she smelled. He didn’t need pancake syrup. She was all he needed. He scooted his chair back with his good leg, then shifted her so she was directly in front of him, the table against her butt.

“Scott, I’m—”

He slid his hands higher, cupping her breasts. Those sweet little nipples pressed into his palms and he groaned. So did she.

But then her hands covered his. “Why?”

He grinned. “You did something normal by making me breakfast. So you get something sexy.” That was kind of the deal. She was supposed to be the one pushing the sexy stuff, but honestly, he couldn’t tell the difference between normal and sexy in the midst of spatulas and skimpy PJs. Making breakfast in her pajamas should have been one of the most normal things he’d ever seen Peyton do. But it was also easily the hottest. It was all mixing up into one gigantic ball of…want. And he was going to go with it.

“Pancakes make you horny?” There was a little more sass in her tone now.

“Youmake me horny, Peyton.” He said it with sincerity.

“You’re thinking about the syrup comment yesterday, right?” she asked.

Heat slammed into him, remembering her saying that she wouldn’t have pancakes in bed with him without pouring syrup on his cock and licking it off. “Well, I—”

Suddenly she pushed away from the table and stepped out from between his legs.

He frowned. “What’s going on?”

Peyton cleared her throat as she turned to face him again, her arms crossed now, the very picture of I’m-trying-to-be-tough-about-this. “So, the thing is, I might…like to see if we could maybe try…not sleeping together.”

Scott felt his eyebrows rise. He tightened his fingers that were itching to touch her. She’d stumbled over all of that. Almost acting shy again. And then there was what she’d actually said. “Trynotsleeping together,” he repeated.

She nodded. “You know, do things…your way. The other not-sex stuff.”

She sounded like she was talking about trying skydiving and was really not sure it was a good idea at all, but she was trying to gather her courage.

Scott wasn’t sure what to say to all of this. No, that wasn’t true. He wasn’t sure where tostartsaying things. “I thought you told me yesterday that any relationship with you would absolutely include sex. Like wake-the-neighbors sex,” he said, proud that his voice sounded totally calm and composed. And not like he wanted to say “no fucking way are we not sleeping together”. He’d just gotten to the point wherehewas ready to do thingsherway. And now she was changing her mind?

“Well, I did,” she admitted. “But I say a lot of things before I think them through.”

Okay, he couldn’t argue with that.

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