Page 39 of That First Night

I feel my stomach drop into my balls.

I lean back against the kitchen counter and cross my arms across my chest while an uneasy feeling takes over me because I’m not sure what she’s about to say. I hope this isn’t about the last two weeks of being uncomfortable around here and she’s decided to quit.

She pauses at my silence and turns to face me, leaning herself against the kitchen sink and says, “I just want to say I’m sorry for how I’ve acted the past week.”

Oh, thank fuck.

“I shouldn’t have been avoiding you like that and acting the way I did,” she continues. “It was very childish of me, and I’m embarrassed about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Peyton.”

“But I do,” she cuts me off. “I guess I thought…” she pauses as if she’s trying to avoid saying the wrong thing.

While she’s trying to find the words to say, I push off the counter and walk towards her to bring myself closer to her. She sucks in a breath and her mouth pops open as she takes in the fact that I am inches from her body. My hands move to my pockets to avoid touching her, despite every bone in my fucking body wanting to.

“What did you think?”

“I-I thought,” she stutters and then her voice drops to a whisper, “I thought you wanted to kiss me that night.”

If I wasn’t paying the closest attention to everything coming out of her mouth, I would have missed the whisper of words that she just said.

Removing my hands from my pockets, I lean down to bring myself eye level with her. Caging her in with my body as my hands find space on the counter behind her. Staring into her eyes, I take a moment to inhale the addictive scent of roses. The combination of her closeness, the aroma ofher, and the way her eyes are filled with desire causes my dick to twitch.

“You thought I wanted to kiss you, Sunshine?” I ask, as my lips hover dangerously close to hers.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked back into my life that day in the park,” I admit, without missing a beat.

Her mouth falls open as she asks, “Y-you what?”

“You consume my thoughts, and I can’t think about anything else but my lips on yours.”

“So kiss me,” she blurts out.

“Say it again,” I inch closer, my lips grazing hers.

“Kiss me, Thomas.”

There is no hesitation when my lips crash to hers. My hands move from the counter to her hips and her hands fly to my hair to pull my head in to deepen the kiss. She wants this as much as I want it. She tilts her head up the slightest bit and opens her mouth for my tongue to graze hers. I can feel her body melt into mine and she lets out a moan. Instinctively my arm wraps around the small of her back to press her into me so she can feel how hard she makes me.

I start to pull away from her kiss and as I do, I feel a slight bite on my bottom lip from her before she whimpers, “Thomas.”

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” I press my forehead against hers and I smirk. I feel her erratic breath on my lips.

“You should be sorry you stopped.”

I feel a growl vibrate in my chest as my hands reach to cup her ass and hoist her so she’s now sitting on the counter. Her legs open for me to step into her and my hardening cock presses into her. My mouth goes right to the most delicate part of her neck where I can feel her pulse on my mouth, and she lets out the softest moan.

“Peyton, tell me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

My lips skim down her neck to her collar bone, pulling the shoulder of her already loose button-down pajama shirt down when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra. This turns me into a complete animal. I fist the shirt on both sides where the buttons meet and I rip it open, causing buttons to go flying in every direction of the kitchen. She’s left sitting there completely exposed to me.

“Thomas,” she groans my name. Fuck I love the way she says my name.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I feel the corner of my lips turn up before my mouth finds its place back on her collarbone and she lets out a ragged breath.