Junk Mail(36)

“Not here. Bedroom.”

When he scoops me into his arms, I steady myself against his chest as he carries me down the hall. He nudges open his bedroom door to reveal another crisp white room with a queen-sized bed covered in the fluffiest white duvet. It looks familiar, but it’s not until he sets me down on the bed and starts unbuckling his belt that it hits me.

I’m sitting on the backdrop of Josh’s dirty photo. The first-impression pic that started it all.

As Josh unbuttons his pants, I watch in anticipation. My favorite picture is about to be recreated, and I can hardly wait.





Chapter Nineteen


Josh



Since the first time I laid eyes on Peyton, I’ve wanted her in my bed, on top of my fluffy white comforter, not a scrap of clothing on her. I’ve pictured her like this more than I’d like to admit, her dark brown hair spilling over her bare shoulders, her blue eyes wide and wild with anticipation.

And now, here she is, exactly how I imagined her. But even in my head, it never looked quite this good.

Gripping the curve of her hips, I ease Peyton to the edge of the bed until her legs drape over the side, that tantalizing space between them about level with my thighs. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Like a damn painting, but better. There isn’t a museum out there that can offer me anything as hot as Peyton’s peachy skin against my white sheets, wet and ready for me.

She props herself up on her elbows to watch as I step out of my boxers, giving myself a few strokes for good measure. Not that I need them. She’s got me totally hard just lying there, running her tongue across her lower lip. But she’s so mind-blowingly gorgeous, and I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever to get my eyes on this view. Might as well soak it in while I can.

“Ready?” I ask, confirming what her eyes are telling me.

She nods, and I lean in to press a kiss to the soft skin of her neck, letting her scent wash over me. Autumn and honey, like always. I would bottle it, if I could.

She shudders against my breath as I let my lips linger on her neck, my erection pressed against her belly. I press the heel of my hand against the juncture of her thighs, then feel her back arch beneath me when I take it away. Teasing her shouldn’t be this fun.

“God, yes,” she begs on an exhale. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

While I sheath myself with a condom from my bedside drawer, Peyton relaxes onto her back, letting one hand float to the juncture between her thighs. Holy fuck, she’s rubbing her clit with her middle finger. A groan pours out of me.

“That’s so fucking sexy, baby.” I moan, my eyes following the tiny circles her finger is making.

“Yeah?” She gives me a devious smile as if she doesn’t know how unbelievably hot it is to watch her touch herself in my bed. Her eyes lock with mine, holding my gaze while she keeps up those lazy circles.

“Mmm. Yeah. But it’s my turn now, angel.”

I move her hand back to her side and replace it with mine, working her over with my thumb while my middle finger slides into her. It earns me a groan of approval. She’s so goddamned wet, twitching and shaking underneath me. It’s magnificent.

“So perfect,” I say through a groan as I ease out of her, examining her glistening arousal on my fingers. My groin aches to have the same sheen. “Fuck,” is all I can manage to say after seeing how wet she is. So I position myself above her, my erection pushing against the wet heat between her thighs. “Is this okay?”

“Go slow, okay?” she whispers. “It’s been a while.”

I nod, promising to take things at her speed. Slow and steady. I’ll give her what she wants, a little at a time.

As gently as I can, I press the head of my cock against her opening, testing the waters, and she gasps and contracts against the bit of length I’ve given her. She’s definitely tight, but keeping up the circles with my thumb allows her muscles to relax into me. I think I can give her a little more, if she feels ready.

“Talk to me, okay?” I try to hold back the need building in my groin. I don’t want her to feel like we have to go any further if she doesn’t want to. I’m aching to be all the way inside her, but it’s not up to me. She’s running this show, and I’ll let her tell me what she needs. “More?”

“Mmm, yes, more,” she says on a groan.

I’m happy to oblige. I tilt my hips forward, letting my length slide into her. Holy fuck. She feels every bit as good as I imagined, and more. I have to bite my lip just to hang on to my control.

After a few of my slow, introductory thrusts, she finds her pace, rocking her hips and letting me hit a deeper spot within her. God fucking damn, I can’t get enough of her. She crosses her legs behind my back and I lean into her, kissing down her neck as I bury myself in her, pulling a needy moan from her lips.

“Fuck, baby. So good.” I’m normally better with words than this, but she’s leaving me near speechless. Her gorgeous, full breasts bounce as I pump into her a little faster, and I can’t help but lean in and take one in my mouth, sucking and running my tongue along one nipple while pinching the other.

“Josh, yes,” she whimpers, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She’s entering that state of bliss I’ve grown so fond of watching her slip into.