Tall, Dark and Irresistible (Tall, Dark and Sexy 2)

She moaned softly, and utterly exposed to him, she bit her bottom lip expectantly, her shimmering blue eyes telling him that she wanted everything he was promising.

He trailed his fingers over her mound and along that delicate, glistening flesh in between—so pretty and pink and so fucking wet for him—making her squirm restlessly beneath his touch. “I already enjoyed sucking on your nipples . . . now I get to taste all this sweetness waiting just for me.”

A whimpering, shameless sound escaped her lips, and he settled on his stomach, lifting each of her legs over his shoulders. Placing his hands on her hips to keep her still an

d under his control, he seared a path of hot, openmouthed kisses up the inside of one of her smooth thighs, the scent of her arousal assaulting his senses as he neared her sex. Lust surged through his veins and coiled low and tight in his groin, and any thought of going slow and taking his time savoring her vanished. Instead, he gave in to the need pounding through him and unleashed it on Peyton.

He didn’t just consume her, he devoured her—licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her pussy until she was writhing and bucking wildly and her fingers were gripping his hair. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he pushed her higher, her body arching frantically as she cried out from the ruthless shock of pleasure he was driving her toward.

“Oh, God, Leo . . . please,” she begged, her words and voice filled with desperate, wanton need.

Giving her what she was demanding, he sucked her swollen clit, stroked his tongue along her slit, and thrust two fingers into her tight heat, pushing her toward the orgasm she was chasing. Her head fell back and her lips parted on a soft, unraveling cry as she finally came with a hard shudder. Her internal muscles reflexively tightened, then relaxed as the last tremors of her climax finally ebbed and she was left panting for breath.

Beyond inflamed, Leo knelt between her splayed thighs and quickly tore open the box of condoms. With anxious fingers, he managed to sheathe his jutting, excruciatingly hard cock with the protection before aligning his body up and over Peyton’s. He slid his hands up her back and hooked his fingers over her shoulders to keep her anchored beneath him—because if he didn’t, for as hard as he intended to fuck her, he’d end up driving her petite frame up toward the headboard.

The tip of his erection found that sweet spot between her legs. She moaned as he pressed forward steadily, and he growled deep in his throat as her body yielded to his girth until every last inch of him filled her, stretched her, mated with her. And Jesus, being inside of her was like being wrapped in a fist of the softest, smoothest velvet imaginable.

She felt so goddamn good, so utterly perfect . . . yet so small and delicate pinned in place beneath him, and he wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle the rough, dirty, uncivilized urge he had to release all the intensity brewing inside of him to mark her as his. Yet the thought of hurting her had him clenching his teeth and trying to calm the raging need coiling tighter and tighter inside of him.

As if she knew he was struggling with his conscience, she slid her hands down to his lower back, digging her fingers into the muscles there as she lifted her knees higher until they hugged his hips, causing his dick to lodge impossibly farther inside her. He groaned and struggled to breathe. The position she’d just offered was so goddamn hot, so intimate, so inviting . . .

“Do it,” she said huskily, her eyes filled with lust as she moved her hands lower so she could grab his ass and haul him closer, if that was even possible. “Fuck me as hard as you want. As deep as you need. I’m not going to break.”

There was a plea in her voice that shattered his control and made resisting her absolutely futile. Tightening his hold on her shoulders, he stopped thinking and started feeling . . . everything. Starting with the narrow clasp of her sex as he withdrew to just a few inches below the head of his dick, and the welcoming squeeze of muscles as he slammed back in, wringing a gasp of shock from her.

And from there, he let loose, his hips thrusting and picking up speed until he was driving into her with such power and force he felt her entire body vibrate beneath him every time he pounded into her. The needy, mewling, encouraging sounds she made assured him that she was experiencing all pleasure and no pain.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered, but she seemed too delirious to comprehend the command. Tangling the fingers of one of his hands in her hair, he tugged her head back so that her parted lips were offered up to his and her hazy blue eyes stared up at him with a startling display of emotion and desire. Feeling as though he was freefalling into something exciting and scary as hell with no net to catch him, he pushed the sensation aside and claimed her mouth in a greedy, possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting with as much fervor as his bucking hips.

He ground hard against her clit with each downward stroke into her, until the friction finally had her body quaking and her pussy pulsing hot and tight around his cock as she succumbed to her own orgasmic bliss. Before she had a chance to recover, and while the last reverberations of her release milked his shaft, he threw his head back, groaned, and climaxed long and hard inside her.

As he gradually came out of his lust-induced fog and glanced down at Peyton’s face, the sated smile she gave him made his heart tighten in his chest, and he wasn’t prepared for the flood of emotions that washed through him. Had anything felt so good or so right as this intimate moment with her? Not in a long time, he realized, and it wasn’t all about the sex and release, but the honest connection between them that he knew from personal experience could crush him if he allowed himself to get too caught up in something that had a definite expiration date.

As much as he enjoyed everything about Peyton, he didn’t believe for a second that she’d ever stay in San Diego when she loved her life in New York. And he knew better than to ever ask her to give up something that important to her to be with him. He’d learned that lesson with Amanda, and it wasn’t one he was willing to repeat.

Chapter Eight

“Hey, nice of you to show up at work.”

At the snarky comment, Leo glanced up from the contract he had open on his computer screen for a new client Prestige Car Services had acquired, watching as Eric strolled casually into his office. It was Wednesday morning, and the first day Leo had come into the office since agreeing to stand in as Peyton’s boyfriend the previous Saturday, as well as her mother insisting he stay in the guesthouse for the week. Which also meant her parents were more aware of his comings and goings.

This morning at breakfast he’d brought up his “client meeting,” and Tawny had waved her hand at Leo and told him that she and Peyton would go shopping at the mall and spend some girl time together. Peyton had assured him that she’d be fine and that she’d see him later that afternoon.

“I’ve been in touch every day and working on my laptop, so don’t give me any shit,” he said to his best friend. Nothing had slipped through the cracks business-wise during his time with Peyton, so he wasn’t about to let Eric bust his chops.

“That’s the fun part about me being your partner. Having the right to give you as much shit as I want.” Eric grinned and dropped into the chair in front of Leo’s desk. “How’s the whole temporary boyfriend gig going, anyway?”

“It’s fine,” he said, deliberately keeping his reply vague. He wasn’t about to kiss and tell with Eric and give his friend any ammunition to ridicule him later, once this whole fake relationship was over and Peyton was gone again.

Leo couldn’t say that he’d hated shacking up with Peyton, and even pretending to be her loyal, affectionate boyfriend in front of her mother and father hadn’t been a hardship. Truth be told . . . he liked her parents and found them easy to be around and talk to. They’d accepted him so completely and he couldn’t deny that he was dealing with a level of guilt over deceiving her mother and father, even if Peyton did plan on orchestrating a fake breakup a few weeks after she returned to New York.

She hadn’t even left yet, and a part of him was already dreading Sunday and saying goodbye to her. He hadn’t expected to feel so comfortable around Peyton so quickly, and it honestly seemed as though they’d been dating for the past nine months, instead of just a handful of days.

They just clicked and had more in common than he ever would have thought. They had the same interests in movies, and they both were fans of The Big Bang Theory, which they’d spent the evenings watching and laughing their asses off before Peyton got frisky and shifted his attention to more pleasurable pursuits—which was quickly depleting their stock of condoms. He’d even discovered that they both had a competitive streak when they’d played a game of cards with her parents the night before.

They’d filled the past three days going to the beach and having lunch there and strolling hand in hand through Seaport Village while adding more real-life selfies of the two of them to her private Facebook page. They’d caught the latest action movie at the theater, where he discovered Peyton’s love of buttered popcorn (who knew someone so tiny could go through a large bucket of the stuff?), and in the afternoon they spent time swimming in her parents’ pool.

Hanging out with Peyton was relaxing and fun, but his time with her had also given him a glimpse of the dynamic with her parents and just how much Peyton’s mother fussed over her and lamented how much she missed her daughter and wished she lived closer—to the point that it was usually Carson who changed the direction of the conversation when he realized Peyton’s shift in mood as she tried to convince her mother that she was happy in New York.