Page 102 of Protecting Peyton

My cock took instant notice of her bare leg on mine, and I failed atswallowing my chuckle. “Really?” Snaking my arm behind her, I held her to my side. She was as warm and soft as I’d known she’d be.

“I’m not drunk. I mean, not anymore, and I wouldn’t lie about something life-or-death like that. Will you keep me safe? I couldn’t sleep knowing he was under there.”

“You’re taking a real chance, Angel. What if there’s another one under my bed?” I lifted the hem of her shirt and stroked her lower back.

“Then we’ll have to stay right here until it’s light and they go away.” Her hand traveled south to my stomach. A gentle finger traced my abs, but not quite low enough to hit the tip of my lengthening cock.

Last night, I’d almost died of self-induced frustration. “Is that the way it works with alligators?”

She nodded against my chest as she stroked. “They’re night creatures.” Her lazy finger tormented me, inches from my straining cock, and she damned well knew it. “I’m not drunk now.”

“You said that.” My fingers traveled down her back, finding ass cheeks, but no panties. That discovery made me even harder.

She snuggled closer. “Since it would be dangerous to fall asleep with an alligator under the bed?—”

“You’re right. We can’t do that,” I agreed. Falling asleep was not on the agenda with this firecracker wrapped around me.

Her fingers tapped a rhythm on my abs. “We’ll have to find a way to stay awake until the sun comes up.”

“Can’t risk the alligators. I get it.” I traced up her spine with my nails. “I’m pretty relaxed,” I lied. “Maybe we could lie here like this and you could tell me more about your past in Boston. I’m dying to know.”

That was absolutely the truth. Now wasn’t a good time, but I was interested, and I wasn’t going to push her to take this to the next level physically until she was ready.

Matching the scrape of my nails on her back, she raked her nails across my chest. “Maybe later.”

“Okay. Having you here with me, knowing you’re safe, is all I truly need.”Liar, liar, pants on fire.Okay, maybe not a total liar—I desperately wanted to be inside her, to tangle these sheets and make her scream my name. But after last night, I’d proven I could survive without her another day, if I had to.

Peyton

With a little moonlightleaking in past the curtains, his bedroom was light enough for me to get the lay of the land in Zach’s room. Lying against him in silence, my desire ratcheted up with each passing second.

Sure, it had been a few hours since I’d drunkenly suggested I wanted to sleep with him, but he remembered it, right? Here I was, sneaking into his room, snuggling up against him, laying out hint after hint, and he wasn’t getting it.

The only thing I hadn’t done was straddle him and rub my soaking-wet folds over his cock like I was the heroine in one of my books. Well, fuck it. After seeing my personal monster through the window yesterday, I wasn’t waiting one more minute to live the life I’d denied myself. If the Strangler came for me today, it wasn’t going to be before I’d had a chance to truly live, even if only for this morning. The monster wasn’t scaring me away from what I deserved.

For a moment I considered emulating my book heroines, climbing up and sliding my wetness over his cock. But I wasn’t that brave. Instead, I inched my hand down.

Would he push me away?

I wrapped my fingers around Zane’s big, warm cock—his very big, very hot cock was more like it.

After a gentle squeeze, he let out a small moan of pleasure.Success at last.

I didn’t need to turn on a light to know he was shockingly thick, bigger than I’d imagined, a real handful. My pussy clenched at the thought of taking him inside me. At least I was as wet as a Slip-n-Slide.

“Angel,” he moaned.

I hadn’t been with many men. Three wasn’t a high number. Well, four if I counted Billy in high school, but I’d only sucked him. Either way, it was enough to know Zane March was in a league of his own, a whopper. Whopper was a perfect nickname for his cock.

An instant later he pulled my hand away and rolled us over. His hand pinned my shoulder, a heavy leg rested over both of mine, and his mouth hovered a hair’s breadth above me as his cock twitched along my side. “Angel, you better know what you’re starting. I’ll be honest. I’m so attracted to you that I’m not going to be holding back.”

“Uh-huh,” I got out tremulously. I’d been warned.

“I’ve wanted you so badly it’s been tearing me apart. But I demand one thing. Be totally honest with me. If something bothers you, say so.”

“Okay.”

If he thought he was scaring me away, he didn’t get it. These were words laced with male desire, the kind I’d longed to hear. Not from anyman, but from this man, him, the one man I’d been trying to keep myself from desiring since the day I’d laid eyes on him. The attraction had been magnetic since day one.