“Whoa.” A soft smile played on his lips.
Peyton settled over him and frantically sought his erection with her pelvis. His face tensed with pure, unadulterated lust when she found him. Pulsing thick and enormous beneath her. She rubbed the bloated tip urgently with the lips of her sex.
She moved so that only the head of his shaft was inside her, and her eyes drifted shut at the glorious feeling of being taken. Penetrated.
His hands cupped her breasts, squeezed them firmly, and a slow, sure grin spread across his beautiful face. “You don’t waste any time, do you, Peyton?” His sexy voice was roughened with lust, but also filled with playful tenderness.
Oh, but she did waste time. She’d wasted thirty years of her life and up until a few minutes ago when she had decided to get down to this very important, very personal business of hers. “I want to feel you,” she confessed as she pressed her hips lower to his and mewled in pleasure when his full length entered her—at last.
So big so thick so long so good…
“I must…oh, Luke, yes!” He’d grabbed her pelvis and arched his hips to meet her. The move sank his cock deep, oh, so deliciously deep inside her.
Her sex clenched around his hardness and clamped greedily around his length, stretching to welcome him deeper. He was so big he almost hurt. But Peyton was so wet and swollen, the relief she felt while he impaled her was overwhelming.
“Get down here and kiss me,” he rasped. He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and forced her down to meet his lips.
He kissed her with a strong, slow tongue, but Peyton was wild, desperate, and she twirled her tongue all over his mouth and moved her hips faster against his, faster, feeling sweaty and feverish and on the verge of a breakdown.
She hadn’t had an orgasm in a long, long time until today, and even then, she’d been empty inside. But now that she was being fucked by Luke’s enormous cock, it felt like her climax was going to be a big one. An explosion unlike any she’d experienced…and then she snapped with it.
Wild waves of shudders twisted and jerked through her, and she closed her eyes and let it break her, let it take her, as Luke continued to move inside her until he tensed, moaned, and shuddered beneath her.
She sagged on top of him. For a few seconds, all she could hear was their equally ragged breathing and the lulling sounds of the ocean behind them. When she regained her composure, Luke lay limp beneath her, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each of his breaths.
His eyes fluttered open, and he reached to cup her face within one hand. “Tell me you’re on birth control, baby. I’d hate to meet my own offspring ten years from now and it’s my first time going solo since just about ever.”
“Yes!” she said with a laugh. “I’m on birth control. I started when I planned this trip.”
“Then let’s wash off this sand and get back to it.”
She sat up in almost embarrassment, flushed and red-cheeked. Luke followed her up and cocked a brow at her, absently running a hand along her cheek in a wistful, loving caress. “Are you being shy with me now?”
He wanted her again. She could see it in his eyes. The exciting realization made her bones feel like gelatin. “No, I, yes, a little,” she said in a breath, then she stared out at the ocean. “When you said wash off the sand…” she started, then stared into his face.
He looked gorgeous, all sated and sweaty, and as he sat up on his elbows his eyes were so magnificent—they were dark blue and shining in the moonlight.
“We’re already skinny, so let’s just dip.”
He hauled her up, scooped her up in his strong arms, and before she knew it, they were walking naked straight into the ocean. “Luke, you’re crazy! I’ve never done this but I can tell you right now it’s going to be freezing!”
He laughed at her squeal and didn’t stop until they were submerged to their chests in cold water. He kissed her to heat her up, and she coiled herself around him, and before she knew it, she was drowning in his kisses. In the water. In him.
Chapter Three
The next evening found their naked bodies entangled and damp with sweat, Luke with one leg dangling from the hammock as they lazily swung to and fro. Peyton was coiled around his body, loving the heavy, muscled arm he had possessively wrapped around her as she rested her cheek on the unbandaged side of his chest.
Luke stared up at the night sky and breathed in deeply. He kept repeating her name out loud, as though in disbelief, until she finally looked up at him in puzzlement.
“Stop saying that,” she said in friendly admonishment. “You’re making me nervous.”
“Why so?” he asked. “I like the sound of it. Peyton Lane.”
“I never liked it,” she admitted, stifling the desire to pout like when she’d been a little girl and wanted her daddy’s attention. “When I was eight I begged my daddy to change it to something more feminine like Elizabeth, but Peyton was my grandmother’s name, who my father doted on, because she is his mom, after all, so he blatantly refused.”
“You’re close to your folks?”
“We’re all working people, my older sisters and my mom and dad, so it’s complicated. We try getting together once a week, though.” She walked two fingers up his chest. “You?”
He shrugged his free shoulder, then absently seized her wandering fingers and laced his fingers through them. “My first few years, I had it good. But by the time I hit eight, I ended up raised mostly by people other than my folks.”
She squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“Hell, I don’t know. My mother failed to get pregnant again, then got it in her head to save all the starving children in the world. She’s probably right now in Ethiopia.”
A silence descended as they stayed there, swinging to and fro, their fingers interlaced as Peyton absorbed his words somewhere deep in her chest, where something throbbed for him.
“But you know how it is when the parents aren’t around? Always a party. I did everything I wanted. Shit, I still do—I can’t complain.”
Her lips curled as she let go of his hand in order to rumple his hair. “You’re so easygoing, you’d probably make the most out of foot surgery.”
He smacked her ass in playful punishment. “Well, would you like me to moan and whine, woman?”