He grinned and lifted up his iPhone. “I love it when you say my name like a headmistress.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe I’m considering this.”
“Come on, woman! You’re harder to bend than my banker.”
“You have a banker?”
“Hush and pose. You look prettier quiet and submissive.”
“Yeah, right. Just don’t let my face show. Only my butt.” She turned around so he’d see her lovely, perfect, fuck-me butt, and he clicked the button, his cock throbbing down to his balls.
He stared down at the picture he’d taken, getting all sorts of aroused, and even as he searched for his friends’ e-mails to attach it, he just couldn’t fucking share it. He’d thought of adding something like: Say hello to my cock’s new BFF.
But he couldn’t. He went back to the picture, and his chest sort of…cramped. His wound stung like a new bullet had just pierced straight through, and it was all because this woman was so darned cute. Instead, he saved the picture under—Peyton—somehow feeling endeared that Peyton had posed for his shitty antics, then he closed his phone back up.
“What did you write to them?” she asked as she came closer.
“Something insensitive and perverted.”
She rolled her eyes and flung her arms in the air. “Luke! What on earth did I get myself into?”
Setting his phone aside, he pulled her down to his lap, feeling serious now…hot for her. Anxious for her. His voice dropped to a low, thick rasp as he nuzzled her ear. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered again. How do you do that, Peyton?”
“You’re always hot and bothered. How old are you, eighteen?”
“No, baby, you’re aging me fast. I’ll be a hundred by the time we get out of here.”
She laughed, but her laugh was cut off when Luke framed her face between his palms and slammed his mouth on hers. He tongued her fast and hard and voraciously, and when she tongued him back, her taste flooded him, of sugar and lemons, making his jaw hurt and his balls ache. “Get out of that bikini,” he growled against her mouth. “I really want to fuck you now.”
His voice was odd with thick desire, but he wasn’t the only one turned on here. Peyton shuddered against him as soon as he’d said the word “fuck,” and he could see her nipples beading against her bikini top.
“Are you hard for me, Luke?” she shakily asked him, slowly standing up as she obediently started working on the back knot of her bikini top.
“Stone hard. Rock fucking hard.” He signaled to his trunks—about to tear open from the size of his throbbing dick. “Look at that, baby, and tell me it doesn’t look painful.”
She licked her lips, and her eyes were wide and so damned famished he wanted to give it all to her. Every inch of his cock—and every inch of his body. For her to do with as she goddamned pleased.
Her tongue flicked out again. “It looks painful…” she conceded of his pulsing erection. “What are you planning to do with it?”
“I’m going to use it on you, woman. Now take off the top and the bottom.”
She tossed the top aside first, and her perky breasts bounced free as they had nothing to support them. Luke’s mouth watered at the sight of her small, pointed, coral little nipples.
“But I thought you said you were going to go down on me?” she said with a teasing glimmer in her dark brown eyes, hooking each of her thumbs to the sides of her bikini bottom.
“Hell yeah, I’m going to suck your pussy until your screams send your casita neighbors running for the policia. And while they’re knocking on your door, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, then come again inside your pussy, then I’m going to make you lick my mess up.”
“I’m not licking any mess up, it’s your mess so you lick it up…” she said teasingly, then she shimmied out of her bottom and kicked it off, and the sight of her neatly trimmed black pussy made his blood boil in his veins and his nerves jump in excitement.
“You’re going to do whatever I say,” he heard himself say in a barely audible rasp, “because I like it when you’re a good girl.”
“No, you don’t. I’m pretty sure you like it when I’m bad.”
He could’ve come, her words were right on. And the sight of Peyton bare-butt naked in her private terrace, in pure daylight, was about the sexiest thing Luke Preston had seen in his life. “Get over here, I’m dying to fuck you and you’re giving me blue balls just standing there.”
“You want me?” Her lips began curving at the sides. “Then come get me.”
Something snapped inside him when she started running for the casita. Every predatory instinct within him came to life with a vengeance, and he was on his feet before she’d even taken the second step. She squealed when he caught up with her in an amazing, rocket-fast sprint that landed him at the sliding glass door of the casita with her.
He pulled her against him. “Oh, fuck you, I want you bad now…”
He dragged her inside and rolled the door shut behind him, then he yanked on the cotton drawstring of his swim trunks until he’d extracted the cord. Eyes wide, Peyton backed away as he came forward, her smile trembling on her flushed face, and when she pivoted to run, Luke was on her within seconds, this time hauling her arms up above her head.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled.
She moaned when he tied her wrists with the cord, and while he doubled the knot, she rubbed up against his chest and licked his ear and drew one of his diamond studs into her mouth. His balls felt leaden when she suckled his ear, earring and everything. Lowering her tied arms to his neck so she embraced him, he slapped her ass and kissed her hard.
“You’re so damned bad and feel so damned good, woman.”
He took her lips again and her taste filled his mouth once more, uniquely hers and incredibly invigorating. He could not get enough of her. A needy sound tore from her throat when he backed her up against the wall, his chest pressing against her delicious breasts, fairly squishing her against him. She was wet and slippery, getting him equally wet and really fucking turned on.
“What am I going to do with you now, hmm?” He traced her jawline with his thumb, feeling the mist of her rapid breaths bathe his neck as she gazed up at him in aching desire. “How did you think this would go down? Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Know this, baby…” He stroked a finger down her neck, then back up to force her mouth open so he could stick his tongue inside. “I always. Get. What I want. Always.”