Page 79 of That First Night
I melt into his body as his hands cup the side of my face. He tilts my head up just slightly to deepen our kiss and I part my lips just the smallest amount to welcome him as his tongue sweeps my mouth in one move. My hands grip his back, craving more from him.
He releases my lips. “Peyton,” he whispers through a broken breath. “What is it about you?”
As I look into his eyes, trying to figure out how to answer that question, I notice darkness taking over them. “I could ask you the same question, Mr. Ford.” The corners of my lips tip up to a small smirk. I love playing this game with him.
He growls and his lips are back on me. This kiss is filled with want and primal need. His hands are now exploring my body until they find my hips where he grips them hard pulling my body even closer as if we weren’t already melded together.
But then he breaks the kiss. “Not now,” he hisses. “We have a house full of guests. But fuck, Peyton. I have never wanted anyone as bad as I want you,” he says before pressing his forehead to mine as his eyes close. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Thomas,” I whisper back. His eyes don’t open, and he doesn’t remove his head from resting on mine. But I gently pull back my head so he can look me in the eyes. “Look at me,” I demand through a low voice. He opens his eyes and I feel the heat of his stare. “You know I want you too, right?”
“Tell me you do, Peyton. Please.”
“I do,” I say without any sign of hesitation. “I want this. I want you. I want more.”
He responds with a deeply passionate kiss and his hands gripping each side of my face. That’s all the confirmation that I need right now.
Our kiss is interrupted when I hear a throat clear behind me. Thomas releases my lips, and his gaze moves to look over my shoulder. A soft smile forms on his lips and I release my grip from around his waist as I turn my head in the direction he’s looking.
“Hey, Mom.” Thomas says.
I smile at the woman standing behind us with a smirk on her face. She looks so much like Emiline. She’s gorgeous with short blonde hair and a petite frame body. “Is this Peyton?” She asks as she starts to walk closer to us. The smirk still plastered on, and I can’t quite read what she’s thinking right now after she caught her son basically making out with me at, what I assume, is her house.
“Hi, Mrs. Ford.” I extend my hand out to greet her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
She doesn’t take my hand in return. Her eyes trail down to my hand and back up to my face. I feel Thomas lay a protective hand on the small of my back as he moves forward to stand next to me.
“Mother,” he hisses at her.
“Is this the nanny?” she asks him.
“Yes,” he pauses. “She’s James’ nanny.”
“Well,” she says as her eyes find mine again. “Since when do we make out with the hired help?”
“Mother,” I hiss at her. I can’t believe her right now. I know she has a soft spot for Sheila since she’s James’ mom, but she has no right to disrespect Peyton like this.
“Just asking.” My mom shrugs.
“I…uh,” Peyton pauses as her eyes bounce between me and my mom. “I’m going to go inside to check on Gigi.”
Reluctantly, I nod. I don’t need Peyton to be a witness to the argument I’m about to have with my mom right now. This isn’t how I wanted to introduce Peyton to her. I press a soft kiss to the side of her head, and I feel her shy away. She begins to walk away but my hand grips the crook of her elbow, and she stops to give me a sympathetic look. “Peyton,” I whisper as my look matches hers. “Please.”
“Thomas, it’s ok.” She nods and a soft smile appears on her face. “We’ll talk later.” She reaches up on her toes and presses a quick kiss to the corner of my lips. It’s so quick that I barely have time to react and kiss her back.
Peyton retreats into the house without a glance back and then my eyes find my mom’s. “Mom, why?”
“I’m just saying, honey.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Since when do we sleep with hired help?”
“It’s not like that with her,” I snap back. I’m furious with her for acting this way. I should have known she would. “Peyton is different. I knew her before she became James’ nanny.”
“So, you hired your girlfriend to be your son’s nanny?” Her eyes widen. “That doesn’t sound like the smartest move on your part, honey.”
“Listen,” I sigh. “I’m not going to get into it with you right now. But she means a lot to me, and you need to apologize to her for how you just treated her.”
She crosses her arm over her chest as if she will do no such thing. “Have you spoken to Sheila?”
Here the fuck we go.
