She wanted that as well. Peyton stood, walking into Darius’s embrace. He lowered his head
and kissed her hard. His mouth was demanding, making her even more anxious to feel him inside her. The ground shifted beneath her feet. When Peyton opened her eyes, she was lying on top of Darius, who was lying on her bed.
His heated gaze burned her. “Ride me.”
Oh my.
Peyton had never been on top before. She was suddenly self-conscious. He’d be able to watch her. But then she could see him, too. And she would be in control. The idea had appeal. She found the condom he’d dropped onto the quilt.
She sat up, straddling Darius’s lean hips. She scooted down to his thighs. Peyton opened the packet, then rolled the protection down the length of his erection. She loved the way he responded to her touch. “Are you ready for me?”
Darius’s voice was husky. “Very.”
She smiled into his heated gaze. “Just making sure.”
She crawled back up his body, allowing her breasts to rub against his torso. Peyton rose up on her knees and positioned Darius at the opening to her core. She lowered herself onto his erection as Darius lifted his hips to slide inside her. He stretched and pressed her until her whole body was awash in pleasure. Her nipples tightened. Her core flooded with desire.
“So good.” Darius pressed his head into her mattress.
“Mercy. You too.” She leaned forward to kiss him.
Darius caught her breasts in his hands. He stroked and caressed them, rubbing the nipples until she groaned. Moisture pooled in her. Her body heated. Her pulse raced. She sat back, riding Darius faster, squeezing him inside her harder. She arched her back, bracing her hands behind her on the mattress.
“Take what you want.” His voice was a spell on her. Darius touched her spot, rubbing, pinching, patting her until her body quaked. “There?”
“Yes. Yes.” The muscles in Peyton’s thighs trembled. Her lower abdomen tightened. She rocked her hips against his finger even as his erection pushed deeper inside her. The pleasure was as sharp as pain. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her blood roared in her ears. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Darius grabbed her hips, pressing her against him and rising higher in her. “Let go. Just let go. I’m here. I’ll catch you.”
Peyton threw back her head as her body exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure rode over her, tossing her body in Darius’s arms. And then she felt him coming. His hips lifted from the mattress. His fingers tightened on her thighs. They were suspended in time and space for seconds. Then they came crashing down.
Much later, Darius kissed Peyton’s forehead before rolling onto his back. A chilled breeze came between them.
“Stay.” Peyton turned toward him. Her voice was a whisper in the dark, half command, half plea.
Darius fought the urge to give in. “I don’t have a change of clothes. I didn’t plan this.”
Peyton gave a throaty laugh. “Impulsiveness is sexy only to a point.” She shifted, snuggling closer to his side.
Darius’s body stirred. “I don’t want people whispering about us. I don’t want the matchmakers to know they were right.”
“Were they?”
Darius waited for the fear to creep in. It didn’t. He turned to face her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d be more persuasive if you’d remembered to bring a change of clothing.”
Darius laughed. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.” He climbed from the bed and swiped his clothes from her floor.
“You didn’t disappoint me.” Her words were husky, filling his body with heat.
Darius had to leave before his good intentions went up in flames and he climbed back into her bed. He made quick work of dressing, though he was distracted when Peyton slipped out of bed and wrapped her sexy little figure into a pink cotton robe. Once they were clothed, Peyton led him to her front door. Darius stopped to get his sweater.
She paused with her hand on the doorknob. “Sleep well.”
He touched his mouth gently to her kiss-swollen lips, then held her gaze. “You too.”
Darius walked into the cold night. He waited for Peyton to lock her door. His body protested each step that carried him closer to his car and farther from Peyton’s bed.