Kiss and Break Up (Magnolia Cove, #1)(86)

“The Cove?” I asked, strolling closer as I undid my cufflinks.

“Yeah. But looking at it like this”—she stopped, her head turning, and a smile shaping her lips—“it’s anything but. It’s kind of beautiful.”

“It is,” I said, my eyes on her as I tossed the cufflinks. They hit the floor with a clatter, but I didn’t care to see where they’d rolled.

Peggy’s hands slid down the glass as mine landed on her hips, caressing, shifting the smooth material of her gown over her even smoother skin. “What do you think it’ll be like?”

“What?” I asked her neck, moving her long curls aside to graze my lips over the curve of her neck.

A fluttering sound preceded her answer. “College. Being away from home.”

My tongue pressed flat against her jumping pulse, and my front flattened hers to the glass. “You already know the answer to that.”

Her hum was more of a moan. “Enlighten me again.”

I spun her around, my hands grabbing hers and raising them above her head against the window. Her eyes were on my mouth, and her chest was rising and falling faster with every breath.

With a lick of my lips, I lowered my forehead to hers and let our noses touch. “It’ll be an adventure. The kind where I can take home with me.”

Tugging her hands away from mine, she kicked her heels off before throwing her arms around my neck. “I hope you’re going to do what I want you to.”

Her words heated my skin, my heart, and my dick.

I pressed my hands to her ass, letting her feel how hard I was. “You’ve still been taking the pill?” Her mom had gotten her a prescription a month after we’d started dating. I’d brought a string of condoms with me, but fuck if I wanted to use them.

It was her and me for eternity. I wanted no barriers between us if we didn’t need to use them. Besides, I’d never gone bareback before. I’d heard it was indescribable, but there was no one else I’d ever take that risk with.

Peggy owned all my greatest risks. She always would.

I didn’t care that she’d bleed. I wanted it. My dick throbbed with how much I wanted to be the one to make that happen. To break her open, steal her innocence, and transform her into a woman made only for me.

When she sank her teeth into my neck, then kissed the sting, it seemed she agreed. “Yes. Every day. It’s even in the bag.”

After the shitstorm that was Daphne and Lars, it was fair to say Peggy was a little spooked on the whole young parenting deal. I couldn’t blame her, even if most situations probably weren’t as complicated as theirs.

Tugging up her dress, I lifted it over her head and kept my eyes trained on hers as the silken material slipped from my fingers and cascaded into a puddle on the floor behind her. Slowly, I let my eyes drop. She was wearing a strapless bra, white with a tiny bow in the center.

That tiny bow, the lace material cushioning her breasts, made air clog deep within my lungs.

I cleared my throat, my finger rising to brush over the bow before tracing where the ribbed edges of her bra met her milky skin. “Maybe I should go beat one out in the bathroom beforehand. We can make out after, and I’ll get hard again.”

Peggy laughed, then reached behind her and unclasped the bra, and my mouth dried as it dropped to the floor. The air-conditioned space tightened her nipples. I’d like to think it was from me too, but I didn’t much care. My hands slid around them, thumbs ghosting over the tight knots, then I squeezed.

Her hands met mine, holding them to her tits as her thighs rubbed together. I glanced down and saw the matching white panties. “They need off too.”

“You do it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Before I did, I bent low and threw her over my shoulder, then traipsed through the open space living area, almost tripping over the dark rugs bedecking any space that seemed too empty, and kicked open the bedroom door.

Onto the king-size bed, she flopped, and only then, as she lay laughing in a sea of cream linen, did I grab the edges of her panties and pull.

I tossed them over my shoulder, and they landed on the flat screen hanging on the wall, which only made her laugh again.

As much as I wanted inside her, finally, the sound was too beautiful for me to cut short. So, skidding my fingers up her thighs, I prolonged it. “Dash,” she squirmed, trying to smack my hands away.

They glided inside her thighs, and I grinned as she met my gaze right before I pushed them apart. Now, it was time to cut off her laughter.

My tongue feasted on her, tortured and loved her, knowing that she probably wouldn’t gain much pleasure, if any at all, once my dick filled her for the first time.

My fingers unfolded her, flicking at that bud before sliding halfway inside and carefully twisting. I knew, no matter how much I prepped her, it was still going to hurt, so when her moans became croaked whispers, her thighs shaking continuously as my fingers and tongue kept her dancing on that heady edge, I let her come.

Her legs wrapped around my head, almost rocking it side to side as I tried to draw every molecule of bliss from her body. I wanted her wrung dry from pleasure, so wet and overused from it that she’d be as relaxed as possible.

Wrenching her thighs from my head, I pushed up and quickly tore off my shirt, then kicked off my pants and briefs. I didn’t waste any time, knowing that if I did, she might creep inside her head and grow too tense. It wouldn’t be because she was worried; it would be because no matter how much she wanted this, she knew it was going to hurt.