Page 126 of The Destruction You Desire

She melts into my kiss, sitting across my lap and allowing me the access to her that I so desperately need.

My hand skims up her thigh and under her skirt until I find the edge of her panties.

"Luc, we shouldn't," she forces out between heaving breaths.

"Why the hell wouldn't we?"

"Because it's your mom's house." Her eyes tell me that she's being serious, and I can't help but laugh.

"You're kidding. It didn't stop you when we were kids."

Her cheeks burn red.

"Yeah well, we were disrespectful kids."

"And now we can be disrespectful adults. Plus, she's in a wine coma, it's not like she'll even hear us."

"Oh God," she moans when I slip her panties aside and run my fingers through her already soaked pussy.

"Your argument might be a little more convincing if you weren’t dripping for me, P."

I spear two fingers inside her, reaching up high and finding that spot that drives her crazy.

"Shit, Luc," she moans, throwing her head back.

I bite her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra, desperate to get her naked and laid out before me.

"You're mine, Peyton. And I intend on proving it at every opportunity I get."

Pressing my thumb against her clit, I pick up speed as she begins riding my hand, desperate for the release she's right on the cusp on.

"What the—Luca," she seethes when I rip my hand from her body and lift her from my lap.

"What, baby?" I ask innocently, lifting my fingers to her lips. "Open." She does as she's told. "Suck."

My cock jerks in my pants, desperate for release when she licks around my fingers, cleaning herself from them.

I stare into her dark eyes.

"We both know you love it when I deny you."

"If by love, you mean hate, then yeah."

"Whatever you say, but you know how much sweeter it'll be when I eventually let you fall."

Wrapping my hands around her shirt, I pull it up her body, quickly followed by her bra, skirt, and panties until she's standing before me bare.

"So fucking beautiful."

Her cheeks heat with my words, her arms twitching at her sides with her need to hide.

"Get on the bed. Legs spread."

Her chin drops at my demand but no argument passes her lips, instead, she just backs up until her legs hit the end of the bed and then she crawls on, doing exactly as she's told.

"Fucking perfect," I mutter before reaching behind me and pulling my shirt off.

My pants and boxers join hers but apparently, I'm not fast enough because before I drop them her fingers slide down her stomach to her pussy.