Page 73 of That First Night
She doesn’t reply. She picks up the tea towel to dry her hands and walks over to me standing in the entrance of the kitchen. She’s inches from me, the smile never wavering from her face. Her arms wrap around my neck as she presses her body flush with mine and buries her face into my neck. Warmth floods my body as my arms wrap themselves around her waist to hold her tight to me.
“You’re home early,” she whispers into my neck as I make no move to let her go.
I feel my heart rate pick up and I know, without a doubt, she can feel it pounding in my chest. “We have to get ready for the weekend,” I reply. I can feel her arms loosen around my neck as if she’s ready to let go. But I’m not.
Tightening my grip on her, I drop the flowers to the kitchen counter and lift her in my arms. Her legs wrap tight around my waist and a giggle comes out of her as I walk over to the counter and place her on it.
I stand pressed against her as her thighs grip my waist like she doesn’t want to let go. Her arms release from around my neck and our eyes find each other. My hand reaches her face to brush the loose strands of her messy bun out of her face. “Excited to see me, huh?” I say with a smirk.
“Incredibly,” she says, throwing her head back and laughing.
“Is that sarcasm, Ms. Kelly?”
She scoffs as she places a hand on her chest, “I would never, Mr. Ford.”
I growl as my lips move to her ear. “If James wasn’t home, I would take you over my knee. You know what it does to me when you call me that.” I press a kiss to the hollow of her neck. “Right here.” Another kiss to a small spot of exposed skin on her shoulder. “Right now, Ms. Kelly.”
“Lucky for me,” she pauses as tilts her head to the side, allowing me better access to her neck. “James is with Emiline. He’s going to drive down with her.”
“Tell me, Sunshine.” I cup her breast with a kiss to her collar bone. “Do you have a batch of cookies in the oven right now?”
“No, Sir,” she says, and I feel my dick twitch at her use of ‘Sir’ with me. “I was just cleaning up.”
I move faster than I have ever moved before when I lift her off the counter and throw her over my shoulder. A squeal combined with laughter erupts from her. “Thomas,” she laughs. I don’t reply as I am practically running up the stairs with her over my shoulder to my bedroom. I have never taken her in my bed yet and I’m about to change that, right fucking now.
I kick the door to my bedroom open and gently place her on the ground. I expect her to take in the room and her surroundings since she’s never been in here before that I know of, but her eyes never leave mine.
Her arms move from around my neck to her sides as she takes one delicate step away from me. Cold air hits me from her lack of touch and closeness. My eyes stay fixed on hers, but I can see the small grin on her face as she takes another small step back and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth with the most seductive look on her face.
Her hands move quickly to pull the oversized t-shirt over her head, and I swear, I could pass out right here and right now. How the fuck did I not notice she had no bra on under that shirt? My eyes trail down her body as I take in the most perfect sight in front of me.
Her tits are the perfect size. Enough that I can cup them in my large hands. I move to take a step towards her because I can’t keep my hands off her, but she stops me. Holding up a finger and shaking it with a smirk on her face. “No, no, Mr. Ford.”
I breathe a heavy sigh and take a step back. I need to touch her. I need to taste her. I fucking need her. I continue to watch as she hooks her thumb in the waistband of her leggings and pushes them to the floor. Standing completely naked in front of me. My cock is hard as steel at the sight of her.
She doesn’t even have to use words to confirm my every thought of the day.
She wants me too.
My eyes trail her up and down before I snap, “On the bed, Peyton,” I demand. “On your knees and lean down on your elbows. I want to see this perfect ass on display for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She giggles.
“What did I say about the sarcasm, Ms. Kelly?” I say to her as I walk up behind her. She’s already in position on the bed eager for my cock.
Pressing the bulge in my pants to her backside, I hear her breath get lodged in her throat as I lean down over her to whisper in her ear, “Let me remind you, Peyton.” My right hand connects with her ass and the sound of the slap echoes in the room as I hear a moan escape from her lips. My hand grips the same cheek that I just slapped. “You like that, don’t you?” I whisper. Both of my hands are now gripping her ass. “You like being spanked like a dirty girl.”
“Yes,” her voice filled with desperation.
“Tell me what you want, Peyton.”
“I-I want…” she pauses. “I want you.”
“You have me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she says through a long-drawn-out breath.
“Where, Peyton?”
