Page 54 of Two Minutes for Holding

I walked over, wrapping my arms around her, and pulled her close. “I’m definitely not turning my life upside down,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. “The drawer was already empty, and the right side of the sink wasn’t being used.” I chuckled as I kissed her neck.

She let out a giggle and hugged me tighter before turning in my arms and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Before you continue unpacking, come with me for a minute,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We walked down the hall, and when I came to the closed door, I stopped. I put my hand on her lower back. “Close your eyes.”

“Clay, what are you doing?”

“Just close your eyes. I have something to show you.”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then closed them while smiling.

“Okay, keep them closed.”

I opened the door and gently pushed her forward, and together we stepped into the room.

“Okay, open them,” I said, flipping on the light.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room, her jaw dropping when she saw what was over against the wall.

“Clay…what is…”

“I had someone come in and paint, and I ordered in a few baby things. Not too much, because I wanted you to have a choice as well. I thought we could organize some of this while you were here this weekend.”

I watched as she moved over to where I’d placed some things I’d ordered. A crib and a gliding rocking chair, a change table and a small dresser. She ran her hand along the white crib and then sat down in the glider rocker and looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

“Wow, I can’t believe you did this.”

“Do you like the color of the room? If you don’t, we can have it redone. I’ve kept the painter on standby. I have the chips in the kitchen. I just chose what I thought would work for both a boy and a girl.”

Peyton got up from the rocker and walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought her lips to mine.

“It’s perfect. It’s all perfect,” she whispered as she brought her lips to mine again, this time kissing me deeper.

Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her neck as my hands explored her body. As I gripped her ass, gently nibbling on her bottom lip, she let out a moan. I lifted her up, and supporting her ass with my hands, I carried her down the hall toward my bedroom and placed her on the bed.

I knelt beside her, laying her back, undoing one button at a time on her shirt until it was open. I ran my hand down the center of her chest, down to her navel, and flicked the button on her jeans open.

She looked up at me. I could see the want, the hunger in her eyes. I felt her hand run along the inside of my thigh and then over my aching bulge. Heat ran through me as she gently squeezed my cock.

“I want this,” she whispered, her eyes innocently watching me.

I flicked the button on my jeans open and unzipped them, giving myself a little room, and bent down and kissed her lips as her hand slipped into my pants.

“I want you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

She undid the front clasp of her bra, and the moment I saw her hard pink nipples, I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing her with my tongue and teeth. I gently bit down, only to have her jump a little as she inhaled.

“Did I hurt you?” I questioned, running my thumb over them.

“They are just a little more sensitive than normal,” she said, her cheeks flushing with color.

“Perfect,” I whispered, taking one into my mouth again.

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