Payton sagged against the floor. Her will to fight—gone. “You’re right.” It galled her to admit it.
Alex leaned closer, cocking his head to the side so she could see his side profile. “What was that?”
He was teasing her, and she felt like teasing him back. Payton lifted her head off the ground. Her lips just brushing his ear. She didn’t miss the shudder that passed through his body, and it wasn’t in revulsion.
“I said,” she whispered in a low husky timber that she hardly recognized as her own voice, “you’re right.”
It was then she noted their closeness. She’d been too angry before to realize she’d been straddling him moments ago, and now she was pinned under him. Well, not exactly pinned. Only his lower body weight was holding her down. She could get out of the hold easily enough, but at the moment, she didn’t want to. A feminine thrill stole through her body.
It had been a long time since she’d been under a man like this. Not since him. A man she didn’t want to think about. Alex wasn’t like him. He wasn’t out to seduce her for something. He wasn’t even trying to seduce her.
But oh, did she wish he would try.
There were so many reasons she shouldn’t even be thinking about them in this kind of position or any other for that matter. Alex had made himself clear, he wanted nothing to do with her other than keep her safe.
But there was something hard and long pressing deliciously close to her core that was impossible to ignore. Something that didn’t feel platonic. True, it could just be a physical reaction to their closeness, but she wanted to know for sure.
Alex turned back to look at her, and her mouth suddenly dried up like the Sahara. The hot intense look robbed her of all thoughts. He looked at her like a man possessed. A predator that scented its prey.
Payton wasn’t scared. She wanted to be devoured. Since she had feelings for Alex as an adolescent, all she’d ever wanted was for him to look at her like that. Like a man who wanted her.
She didn’t think about the ramifications. She just listened to her body instead of her brain for once. Alex hovered just above her. Their lips a hair’s breath away. It wouldn’t take any effort to kiss him. Just a tilt of her chin.
So what was she waiting for? Payton didn’t hesitate a moment longer. She closed the distance. Finally wanting a taste of heaven. To hell with the consequences.
Chapter 22
This was wrong. But it felt so right.
He should stop this. But if felt so good.
Alex felt his willpower vanish as if it were nothing more than a cloud of smoke. He had nothing to anchor himself to except for this exceptional woman in his arms. There were so many reasons they shouldn’t be doing this, but all thoughts fled out the window. He was tired of fighting this force between them.
This was every fantasy come to life. Payton was the star of all of his dreams. He’d dreamed about being with Payton like this so many times over the years, but the reality was so much better. Her taste was now branded on his tongue. Her scent permanently stuck in his nose. She was a drug he never wanted to get off of.
His tongue slipped between the seams of her lips, and Payton eagerly opened for him. Her tongued darted out to meet his. She didn’t kiss like a novice, but she wasn’t skilled either. That made him harder than granite. Alex didn’t want to be her first. He didn’t want to be anyone’s first.
He’d never wanted to be a permanent reminder in anyone’s mind. No one forgot their first. He preferred casual flings. There were no promises of more. No feelings to hurt when he was gone in the morning. Alex didn’t like messy entanglements.
That’s why everything about this was wrong, but he couldn’t pull himself away now even if he wanted to. A selfish part of him wanted to brand himself on her. That she would look back and remember this like he would. It would be a fantasy he would play in his mind over and over again until he was dead and gone. This stolen moment just for them.
There was so much he wanted to tell her. So many promises he couldn’t keep. To tell her what was in his heart. All the secrets he kept buried.
Instead, he said it with his body, knowing she would never understand. It was better this way. No messy goodbyes. No hardship feelings when he left. A few memories to look back on when they went their separate ways.
Payton’s hands roamed over his back in a gentle exploratory motion. She wasn’t in a hurry for lovemaking. That was perfect; neither was he. He wanted to learn every inch of her. Learn what she liked and what she didn’t.
There wasn’t a rush. They had all day. Nothing else existed outside of this room right now.
Alex flipped them over so he was on his back and his hands free to explore her body. He cupped her generous breasts that she’d been teasing him with since last night in her skimpy tank top. It had been a torture knowing she hadn’t been wearing a bra. That one tug on the corner and she’d spill out.
Payton moaned, arching into his touch. Her hips gyrated against his engorged cock, barely contained in his shorts. He felt liquid seep from the tip. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. Cum was already bubbling in his balls, threatening to spill. He felt like a teenager again with his first girl.
Alex sat up so they were both sitting, cradling the back of her head in his hand, and pulled her in for a kiss. He’d hoped this would cool his ardor a little so he could make this as memorable for her, but he’d only brought their bodies closer together. Her breasts smashed against his chest. He could feel the heat of her core through their thin layer of clothes.
His free hand fisted against her lower back gripping her tank top. He heard fabric pop, but neither paid attention. One of the flimsy straps fell down her shoulder and landed over his hand.
Alex pulled the other down. He kept pulling until her breasts spilled free. He looked down at them in wonder. He hesitated for only a moment then cupped them in his hands, learning the weight and feel of them. Just a little over a handful. The perfect size for his large hands.