Page 37 of An Unexpected Turn
She scrubbed a hand down her face as her chest heaved up and down, her other hand still holding the sink for purchase.
I dragged her pants back up her legs, painting kisses up her thighs until I stood.
I kissed her slow and deep as she rode out the aftershocks. She reached for my belt buckle with her quivering hand and managed to pop it open along with my zipper. I hissed when she found my cock. It pulsed against her hand as she took hold and pumped up and down.
“Sweetheart, I’m close,” I murmured against her lips. “I’m about to come all over you if you don’t move.”
“Good, please,” she begged, as her hooded eyes held mine. It was all I needed to spill all over her hand. I crashed my lips to hers, the kiss as sloppy and desperate as we were, before my release rocked through me.
“Please know that I usually have more control than that.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “It’s been a long buildup.”
“Same,” she whispered, smiling as the rise and fall of her chest slowed.
I straightened, cupping her cheek. Now that my blood was leaving my cock and heading back to my brain, the jolt of reality sobered me right up. Judging by Peyton’s widened eyes, her pupils still dilated and her lips swollen and raw from my kisses, she was slamming back to earth too.
I planted a kiss on her forehead. She exhaled a sweet sigh, her eyes fluttering as I rained more kisses down her cheek and along her jaw.
“Let me ... clean up.” I nodded to the sticky mess of my jeans. “And we can talk. Okay?”
She nodded, her silence unnerving me. I’d never thought Peyton would be the one to give in first, but I was only minutes behind her. We had a lot to sort out, but she was right. I was fucking exhausted trying to fight the inevitable.
I headed back into the kitchen after I washed my face and cleaned up as much as I could. I found her on her couch, rubbing the back of her neck.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I tried for an easy smile when she lifted her head.
“I’m wondering if all that was a dream or not. My reality is never that good.” A blush painted her cheeks as she sucked in a deep breath, and all I wanted was her lips back on mine.
“It happened, all right.” I sat beside her, still searching her gaze for what she may’ve been thinking. “What’s wrong? Do you regret it?”
She met my gaze, relief coursing through me when she shook her head.
“No.” She exhaled a long gust of air. “Not for a second. I just don’t know where to go from here, you know?” Peyton cupped her forehead, resting her elbow on her knees. “I didn’t plan on telling you all that, but once I started, I couldn’t stop.” She turned her head and squinted at me. “I guess I’m a little embarrassed for being so forward.”
“Did I fight you?” I tapped her chin with my knuckle and smiled when she lifted her head. “I wanted it every bit as much as you did.”
She worried her raw bottom lip between her teeth before shifting toward me.
“Jake, I—”
The loud buzz of my phone in my pocket halted what she was about to say.
“You better get that.” She was stalling, but in case it was my son, I peeked at the screen anyway.
Mike:Aaron is sick, and I forgot my keys. Can you come home to let me in?
“Mike is locked out, forgot his keys at home.” I rubbed my temples and shook my head. After all this time it had taken to admit to what was going on, I had to run out before we could talk about it.
“I get it.” Her disappointed smile gutted me. “Go ahead.”
“He’s still sorting through yesterday. I don’t want him to be alone, or else I’d come back.”
“It’s fine, Jake. Really.” She stood from the couch. “I know he’s your priority, and that’s how it always should be. And it’s better you deal with one problem at a time.”
“We’re a problem?”
“We’re a mess.” She choked out a sad laugh. “Like your sister told me we would be. I bumped into her by the bathroom that night we saw you.”
“Of course she did.”
