Her mouth opened, and her arms only tightened around his neck. He kissed her still harder because if he didn’t, he’d die from wonder, die because he didn’t know where a kiss like this led when Peyton parked with a man.
His hands gripped the hem of her shirt. He tried to resist the temptation all of one short breath, but inevitably, he pushed it up, ran his hands over her bra and moaned into her belly. “You’re making me crazy.” He slid his tongue back and forth over the band of her pants before he ran the stubble of his jaw across her stomach and licked at the flesh right under her breast.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and started to slowly pull him in and out of her grip. “You’re so big, Kane. I can’t wait to have you inside of me, fucking me.”
His heart stopped. He couldn’t think now, and all he wanted to do was screw her.
“That’s sweet, baby. So sweet.” With a slower kiss, he kissed her stomach, took a deep breath and pulled her shirt down over her middle again. He tried to regain some composure but she felt him pulling away from her. She must have known because she yanked him forward, and he crushed against her lips again. Their tongues mimicked sex, and he felt a smile tilt up her lips as he kissed her.
He pulled her back so he could look into those blue eyes. He didn’t yank her, but heaven help him, it wasn’t from lack of want. He’d like to pull her hair just enough to get a real yelp out of her and then paddle her behind for making him crazy.
“Kane,” she whispered as she undoubtedly translated the lust in his eyes. It was enough, more than enough to ignite the fire once more, the out of control desire he tried to contain.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he moved her over him. She straddled his waist as her lips parted his, and his lips melded to hers. She moaned against his mouth, and his hands clutched at her, weaved through her hair and drew her closer.
He pressed his erection against her denim, the ridge of his cock throbbing, the mushroom head tender as he felt the moisture seeping from her pants, enough to let him feel her heat. Her hand slid between their bodies, and he stopped her.
“Wait, Peyton.” He nudged her with his body, forcing her back to her seat.
“I don’t want to wait. I’m tired of waiting.”
His hand stroked her hair, and he looked into those haunting eyes, the eyes he recognized as windows, doors, the core he wanted to worm his way through to ensure he owned a piece of her soul. “I don’t want your first time…our first time,” he wasn’t sure, one hundred percent positive another man hadn’t already touched her. He fought back the urge to inquire and continued, “I’ve waited this long. Let me take you to the boathouse and do this right. God help me, Peyton, I want to do this right.”
She gave him feather-light kisses and then sank back into her seat. She reached for the seatbelt over her right shoulder but let it flap to the side as soon as she grabbed it. “Fuck it.” She moved toward him again, fingered his tight swollen scrotum and lifted the band of his boxers away from the pants she’d just unzipped.
“No, Peyton.”
“Yes, Kane.” She dropped her head and slowly sucked in the plump tip of his cock.
Her mouth was heaven found on earth. If she was a virgin, she’d at least sucked cock before. She kept her teeth out of the equation and her tongue slid across his slit trying to draw out the pre-cum. She didn’t have to try hard.
“Baby, you have to stop. I’ll come in your mouth.”
She held the base in her hand and massaged his sack with her middle finger as she slowly sucked in the shaft over and over again. Her mouth was like pure satin one minute and silk the next. And she made sure she kept his resistance low as she bobbed her head over his stalk and moaned as she stretched it with a tight, satisfying blow.
He wanted to fuck her mouth. She knew what she was doing. Damn it, she wasn’t a child. He placed his palms on the top of the car and God help him, he surged forward until he realized he had to quit right then. He had to stop this now because bright headlights were approaching, and they were right in front of them.
Chapter 13
He slammed the car in park and decided it wasn’t worth a cowboy’s chance to glance at her. He reached behind his seat and grabbed the shopping bags.
“I hope you’re going to let me drink. I need a beer,” she said.
“Not a chance.” He unlocked the door, nearly kicked it open and headed to the bedroom. He tossed the shopping bags inside the door and started for the kitchen where he hurriedly unloaded the few groceries he bought. “For the record, there’s a lot of difference between need and want.” Something he might further explain in a matter of minutes.
“So you feel like you’ve contributed to my delinquency enough, huh?”
He froze as he thought seriously about backing out right there. What did he think he was doing? What was he thinking?
“Look at me, Kane.”
“You’re right. I need to take you home because I can’t stay out here with you and not have you, all of you. For me, Peyton, there’s no turning back once the teasin’ starts, and you need to understand I’m a man who takes it all once I have a woman I want.”
She lightly touched his wrist. “I’m a woman who wants you to grab what I put in front of you.”
He resisted the urge to let her just pull him around to face her. He needed to think about this long and hard for another three seconds since he hadn’t taken the time to give it a minute’s worth before now.
He should’ve thought about Peyton and the consequences before he drove them out there but he had one thing on his mind-his own goals and desires. For his own selfish reasons, he just headed for the lake.
“I said, look at me.” She pulled at him with a lot of force and he turned around to face her then but by the expression on her face, he didn’t have the look in his eyes she expected.
Without thinking, he spoke his mind. “Do you know why you can’t stand to have a man turn his back to you?” His tone stayed dark, nearly unrecognizable.
“Don’t, Kane. You’re trying to piss me off now because you decided you don’t want me now. You’re starting to question this…whatever this is between us.”
He grabbed her around the waist and held her tight against his body. “I know what this is, Peyton. It scares the hell out of me just as much as it scares the hell out of you to have a man you care about turn his back on you.”
“Shut up, Kane. You’re walking on a thin layer right now.”
“Your daddy walked out on you, Peyton, and somewhere deep inside, you think that’s what we’re going to do too. You think when you graduate from high school, we’re just going to turn you out and leave you without anyone, without a family.”
Her eyes looked misty, moist and ready to respond with an overflow of tears. “Aren’t you?”
The way she asked, the way she felt in his arms when she asked- so soft and vulnerable-drove him to kiss her. He kissed her until he was plumb dizzy, and he really forgot about her question.
When the kiss broke, she stood there in tears. “That’s about what I thought. You can’t answer me because you don’t want to make promises. The great Kane Cartwell doesn’t make commitments or break his own rules, at least not for a woman.”
“Huh?” Women profoundly confused him. Sometimes he wondered if Peyton was the only woman he understood and then she’d throw him a curve ball or lasso or something.
“I’ve known it from the beginning. Once I graduate, you’ll want me out of the house. I know Braden will, maybe Evan too.”
“The hell I will,” he growled against her lips, and his mouth crashed against hers, claiming her with his tongue and licking out any kind of promise she wanted him to make. “Peyton, I’m not letting you go. I swear it. I’m going to hold onto you for as long as you’ll let me.”
She shuddered, as he rocked her body against his. “I’m scared,” she whispered.