Chapter Five: Peyton
No matter how much I protested, Scott would not let me feed myself. He planted himself on the stool next to me as he fed me another sandwich with his hands.
It was simultaneously the most erotic and annoying thing a guy ever did to me.
“I have hands, you know,” I said. “And surprise, they actually work.” I reached for the third mini sandwich he tried to feed me, only to have him snatch it back.
“That’s good to know. If only I believed you’d feed yourself.”
“I’m trying to, but you won’t let me.”
“Well, I’m not the one who forgot to eat and drank alcohol on an empty stomach.” That annoying grin was back on his face.
Smug bastard. Two could play his little game.
Scott brought the sandwich back to my mouth, and I snapped it shut.
“Eat the sandwich, Peyton.” His voice was stern and serious.
I shook my head and pressed my lips together. He could get as bossy as he wanted. I wasn’t eating a damn thing unless I did it myself.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.
I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t expect to catch his eyes on my breasts, which were now proudly up on display without my knowledge.
I thought I heard his breath hitch. That wasn’t possible. There was no way I could get that kind of reaction from Scott Mitchell, the big and badass military man.
He did the unexpected and put the sandwich back down. I stared at him in shock. Did he really give up that easily?
Scott turned back to me, nice and slow. His hand rested on my knee, gentle but still intimate somehow.
He leaned in close, and I could barely breathe in the air except for the tangy scent of his cologne that invaded me. Scott smelled like exotic man and sex balled up into one yummy package.
I was hypnotized by him, and that’s how he got me.
He pulled me close to his hard frame until I sat on his lap.
I opened my mouth to protest, and that’s when he put in a piece of cantaloupe inside.
“Close your mouth and chew, Peyton,” he said. His eyes stayed on my lips.
I complied and tasted the explosion of fresh fruit on my tongue. I was expecting to fight him, but instead, I closed my eyes and savored the flavor. I was hungry, and he was right.
Damn him for being right and acting so cocky about it. Smug bastard had to be sexy while doing it, too, which made it so much worse.
He smiled with his victory as I ate. Before I could swallow, he had a piece of melon ready for me.
“Are you going to fight me on this one?” he asked.
My stomach growled, betraying how hungry I really was. Traitorous body.
I opened my mouth and welcomed the fruit. It was more sensual than anything I’d ever experienced, and he hadn’t done a single thing that was overtly sexual. Why was I responding to him like that? Scott, of all possible people. It was as if all the attraction and longing I’d had for him over the years waited for this one moment. Being so close to him made me anxious. Every part of my body was aware of his.
The warmth of him made me want to snuggle closer to him. I shifted in his lap to stop myself from doing just that. Then he went hard underneath me. His hardness pressed against my ass.
“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t do that again,” he said. His voice was steady and calm. He probably used it to get whatever he wanted without any resistance.
Before I could stop myself, I had already made the decision to defy him. I wasn’t one of his military recruits he could boss around.
When he brought another piece of cantaloupe to my mouth, I took it but clamped down on his fingers. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to shock him.
He snatched his hand back. “Hey! Easy there, tiger.”
I growled and laughed as cantaloupe juice slid down my lips. I tried to wipe it away, but his hand stopped me from getting it, making my laughter die into nothing.
He brushed the juice from my lips with his thumb, placed it in his mouth, and sucked the juice off.
“Delicious,” he said. His eyes stayed on my lips, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. His arms wrapped around me and melded my body to him.
His kiss shocked me, until I lost the will to resist him. I didn’t want to pull away. He tasted like the fruit he’d fed to me, but his flavor was more addictive. He was possessive in the kiss, and I wanted to give him anything as long as he never stopped.
He grew harder beneath me, and I moaned into him. Was he excited because of me?
It made me feel powerful, even as he took control of my mouth.
Scott lifted me into his arms as he stood up without breaking the stride of our kiss. I didn’t care where he took me as long as he didn’t stop kissing me.
I’d gone from irritated defiance to raw need in a matter of heartbeats, and all it took was one kiss from him.
When he leaned down, I met the bed behind me as he sat me back on it. For what seemed like endless time, all we did was kiss and explore each other. I could have done it for hours and not get bored.
He pulled back, and I groaned from his absence.
Scott smiled. “Someone’s a little greedy,” he said.
He pulled his shirt over his head, and all I could do was stare. The muscles I’d felt with him covered up was nothing to him being shirtless. The hard planes of his chest and muscles in his arms looked like he was built to pleasure women rather than defend the country as a soldier.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
For once, I had no sarcasm to throw back at him. All I could do was be honest.
“Yes,” I said, swallowing hard. It was probably all kinds of wrong to want him and stare at him that way, but I couldn’t lie to him, not when my body gave everything away.
“Good,” he said. “I want to see you, Peyton. All of you.” He lifted the edge of my shirt up and over my head.
I was glad I had chosen the matching bra and panties I had on rather than my unsexy mismatched sets. When he finally looked at me, I couldn’t help but squirm under his scrutiny and look away.
“Don’t you dare turn away from me, beautiful,” he said, turning me back to him with his fingers on my chin. “You’re gorgeous.”
He kissed me again until I fell back on the bed with him on top of me. His fingers unhooked the front clasps of my bra, and my breasts were bare before him.
“Amazing,” he said. “You’re absolutely amazing.”
As if sensing me about to protest, he silenced me by taking my nipple in his mouth. The sensation was unexpected and had me arching off the bed to get closer to him.
No one had ever touched me there let alone kissed my breasts before. He didn’t let my other breast crave his attention as he moved to it and sucked on the perked nipple.
His hand slid down my stomach until he reached my pants. He unbuttoned me with one hand without losing his stride. He kissed down my stomach before stopping to slide my pants down my legs. All that was left between me and him were my panties.
He glanced up at me as he planted kisses on my knees, moving up to my thighs. One hand stayed on my leg as he brushed a finger over my panties. I shivered from the intimate stroke and needed more.
“Scott,” I cried. He was teasing me, and it only made my insides tighten and beg for some release.
His grin was back, but this time it wasn’t there to annoy me. Scott’s gaze looked like he planned everything he wanted to do to me, and I wanted to learn what it was.
“Tell me what you want, Peyton,” he said. That demand was back in his voice.
I didn’t know how to ask him for what I wanted. It felt so wrong to say it out loud, even though my body craved it. My body needed him. No one else could put out the slow burn that had ignited inside of me.
“You,” I said. “I want you.”
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
Oh, no. He wanted me to point it out. I bit my lip, unsure of how to ask for what I needed more than anything.
“Tell me where you want me,” he said. “I can’t give it to you unless you tell me where and how.”
I used my hand to trace my underwear. “Here. I need you here.”
He placed his hand over mine. “How?” he demanded again.
“I need your mouth on me,” I said. “Please, Scott. I can’t stand it.”
The glint in his eyes told me I’d pleased him. “What the lady wants, she gets.”
In one movement, he slid my panties down, and then he was on me. His mouth kissed and sucked, and I gripped the sheets to find something to hold on to, anything to keep me from floating away with the pleasure he offered me.
Scott’s tongue flicked against my clit, and I trembled from the sensation. He continued to taste me and stroke the most sensitive parts of me with his mouth.
His finger slipped inside of me, and then he went still.
Why did he have to stop when that peak was right around the corner?
He looked up at me, eyes wide and full of passion “Are you a virgin, baby?”
My body flushed with heat all over. I didn’t know what to say. Would he stop if he knew no man had ever touched me the way he had? That no man had ever put his hands in places I only dreamed about him reaching?
“Tell me the truth,” he said. “Has any man ever fucked you properly?”
His hands brushed against my wetness, and an uncontrollable moan escaped me.
“Have you ever been taken right here?” he asked. His fingers taunted my sensitive skin but didn’t move in further.
I squirmed under his hold. His words were so sinfully naughty that my body was burning up from the inside out, and I couldn’t lie to him when he was so brutally honest and vulgar.
“No,” I finally said, not recognizing my voice. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Shit!” He bowed his head and tried to move away from me.
I gripped his arms tightly, keeping him close. “Please, don’t stop, Scott,” I begged. I could feel my eyes watering at thought of him leaving me. I couldn’t bear it. I needed him to quiet the feelings that he’d stirred up inside of me. “Please. I want you.”
He took a deep breath before he met my eyes. The only way I could describe it was controlled lust. It was as if he stood on a line that could go on either side, but he needed me to decide which one it would be.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back, Peyton.” His words sounded so strained and forbidden like he was doing everything in his power to hold back. “Once I take your innocence, you’re mine.”
All I could do was say one word. “Yes.”