Page 77 of After All

He picked up the speed between her legs. “You make me fried chicken and you can probably have anything you want from me.”

“What if I throw in strawberry cupcakes for dessert?” she asked, starting to pant slightly.

“Then I’m yours forever.”

Of course, he already was.

He circled her clit and moved his fingers, making her gasp and moan. Then he put his mouth against her ear and said, “Come for me, Trouble.”

She turned her head, captured his lips with hers. And then her body clamped onto his fingers and she let the orgasm happen, her cry muffled against his mouth.

Scott kissed her back, pouring not just his overwhelming desire for her into the kiss, but the sheer awe of having her here, in his bed, at his mercy. But then he had to go on. He had to taste her, he had to make her come apart again. He kissed his way down her body, lingering over her nipples again, before licking over her stomach, and then cupping her butt in his hands and bringing her to his mouth, as he sprawled on his stomach between her knees.

“Your leg—” She started.

But he looked up and said, “That doesn’t sound anything like ‘Scott, you’re amazing’ or ‘Oh my God, I’m coming again.’” And he set to work licking and sucking, sliding, thrusting, nibbling and then starting all over again, until she was wiggling in his hands and repeating the first three words over and over. And only the first two repetitions sounded sarcastic. Then finally, she said those magical six words and she came apart on his tongue.

He rose up on his knees—and yeah, his leg protested slightly, butnothingwas going to stop this—and rolled on the condom he’d tossed onto the mattress.

She watched him, her breathing ragged, her cheeks pink, her hair tousled.

“I have never seen anything more gorgeous,” he told her. “You are absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

She gave him a smile that was new. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was different about it, but it was sexy and soft and almost…affectionate. Or something.

“It’s easy to say you’re amazing when you have your mouth between my legs,” she said with that smile. “But seriously, you really are. I don’t know why you want to be with me so badly, but I’m really, really glad that you do.”

And Scott felt something happen that had, maybe sadly, never happened during sex before. His heart opened up and got totally involved.

He stretched up and undid the handcuffs, pulling her arms down, massaging them, and making sure all the blood was flowing again. Then he pulled her up into sitting, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged her.

With a condom on, with a raging erection, with the taste of her still on his tongue, he just held her. And she held him back.

And when she finally wiggled and he grasped her hips and lifted her onto him and they both groaned as he filled her, and when she moved herself on him slowly and languorously, and when he gripped her hips and thrust deep and hard and his eyes were nearly crossing with the pleasure, and when they both came hard, each other’s names on their lips, and when they fell onto the pillows and drifted to sleep, wrapped up in one another, it still kind of felt like they were hugging.

* * *

Five nights later, Peyton bent over on the edge of the bed to pull her shoe on.

A big arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her back to the middle of the mattress and up against Scott’s hot body.

“Where you think you’re going, Trouble?” he mumbled sleepily.

She sighed and felt herself melting into him. Never having been much of a cuddler, she was shocked by how much she loved having his heavy arm across her in the night. In fact, his favorite position seemed to be with his hand under her shirt and resting on one breast. But it wasn’t sexual. He was dead asleep and seemed to just find that position subconsciously. She had never slept better in her life than she did in Scott’s bed with him next to her with his hands on her.

“Just going to do some studying,” she told him. She’d been going to bed with him every night, but after he slipped off to sleep, she got up and headed to the Come Again to get a couple of hours of studying in. Something about being there with the music in the back room and the coffee percolating and other people being up and around and working, helped her focus. It wasn’t that shecouldn’tread her lessons and take notes at Scott’s, but when she was here, she liked…being with Scott.

They watched TV, and ate popcorn, and teased, and talked and…yeah, had lots of mind-blowing, amazingly good sex. Sometimes slow on the couch, sometimes fast on the kitchen table, sometimes a little bit of both in the shower.

So she preferred all of that, then slipping out to the Come Again to hit her virtual books, and Scott slept through her leaving and coming back again.

Usually.

“You’re studying? Now?” he asked, peering at the clock on the table beside the bed. It was just after midnight.

“Yeah. I have a test I have to do and turn in online before six a.m.”

He ran his hand back and forth over her belly and Peyton felt her body heating. “Can you take the test in, say, an hour?”

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