Page 199 of Protecting Peyton

I tightened my legs around his waist. “I want you.”

He slammed all the way home, stretching me in that glorious way he always did.

I goaded the beast. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Normally, he was careful with that monster weapon between his legs, attentive even. Today, he began thrusting wildly. One hand held up my ass, and the other captured my breast.

I willingly absorbed the quick, hard movements that rammed my back against the tile. Those words of mine had become the code phrase for this—the wild, feral, animal sex, I sometimes craved that he wouldn’t unleash unless I asked him for it.

“We won’t have,” he grunted between thrusts, “time for breakfast.”

Lost in the moment, I didn’t care. I had what I wanted—the confirmation that I could make my cool, methodical SEAL lose control like this—give in to the instincts that he suppressed. Like this, I was his, and he was mine, mated. With each plunge of his cock inside me, I came closer to my undoing and at the same time felt closer to the man who’d claimed me nearly a year ago.

His chest heaved with heavy breaths as his grunts became louder. Then, his hand slid between us and found my clit.

Navigator should be his nickname. He always found just the right spot, just the right movement and pressure to ignite release. Screaming out his name, I came apart in his arms. My legs shook, and my walls clenched around him.

I was still riding out the waves when, with a few more labored grunts, his climax followed mine.

Wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on, I relished feeling the pulses of his cock deep inside me as he gave in to the pleasure.

He pulled us away from the wall.

I unwrapped my legs from around him, and he set me down.

He reached for his soap. “We don’t have much time.”

I nodded. “Okay.” He took these mystery dates, as he called them, super seriously. He’d taken me on several, and not once had I been able to get anything out of him until we arrived.

Normally, he would have snuggled with me for a time—each of us holding the other tight—but not today. He was really serious about the mission he wouldn’t share with me.

I tried one last time. “Why the rush?”

“You’ll see.”

Not just a mission, but a secret one. At least, secret from me. Could it be that he’d flown my old Boston friend, Rhonda, out? She’d been uncharacteristically giggly about something secret.

Without another annoying question from me, we both finished showering and dressing quickly.

Without the time for anything else, I put my hair up with a claw clip. I never wore much makeup, but I asked anyway. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing. Am I dressed okay?” I turned for him in my leggings and T-shirt.

“You look gorgeous as ever. Maybe bring along a little makeup if you want.”

It wasn’t Rhonda then. Now I was worried. I grabbed eyeshadow and eyeliner to add to the basics in my purse. Our last mystery date had been at Magic Mountain, riding roller coasters. Where the hell were we going that I needed makeup on a Saturday? “I’m ready, but I need to be at the clinic by noon. I have appointments.”

Zane

I took her in.My God, how did I deserve such a talented and beautiful woman?

“I know. I checked with Susan.” Susan was her scheduler. I was super proud of her and the new physical therapy business she’d started. I didn’t dare be the reason she was late for an appointment.

The business was just getting off the ground after her legal namechange from Leighton to Peyton caused delays in getting her licensing paperwork straightened out between Massachusetts and California.

She checked her reviews every day, reminding me that the number one reason for bad reviews in her line of business was scheduling issues.

“I said I’m ready,” she repeated, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

I strode to the door and held it open for her.