Page 47 of Peyton's Price

“I saidno.”

He held up his hands. “All right, I concede. Anyone but Liam,” he agreed. “But finding the right man may take a while.”

“You’re the one determined to take things slow,” she pointed out.

He stood over her for a moment, shaking his head in wonder. “I’m going to fall madly in love with you, aren’t I?”

Peyton wrinkled her nose. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She rose on her knees, using his tie to pull him closer. “But until we find and both agree to this third man, there is no sense in waiting, is there?”

If that were the case, then why the hell had she started taking birth control shots? It certainly wasn’t for her love of needles. Feeling bold, Peyton shimmied, letting the sheet she was wrapped in slide down several inches, exposing the tops of her breasts.

“Omegadritt.” Matthias’ lips parted, his eyes growing hot as he ran his hungry eyes over the tanned mounds.

She guessed that was Norwegian, but she had no clue what it meant. “Is that good?”

His only answer was to push her down on the bed. Muscles tensing, Peyton tried to relax as Matthias covered her with his body, lowering his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Holy…” Coherent thought eroded like a sandcastle in a storm. Lifting her head, she watched Matthias’ lips move across her chest to suckle at her other breast.

Biting her lip, she willed her racing heart to calm down, but it was hard. Her whole body was flushed. Raising shaky hands, she pushed at Matthias, trying to work his linen suit coat off.

Matthias caught her hands. “I meant it when I said we would go slow,” he said, pressing her arms above her head. “This is just a quick taste.”

He meant that literally. After ordering her to leave her hands where they were, he tugged the sheet off her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

A little growl escaped as Matthias ran his big hands down her waist to her thighs. Embarrassed despite herself, Peyton waited, holding her breath as he slowly pushed her legs open.

Crawling down, Matthias gave her one last smoldering glance before bending his head and licking her heat. She was already wet, but Peyton was surprised by the instant electric shot of pleasure that jolted through her when his mouth closed over her clit.

Soon, his hands joined his mouth. Parting her lips with his fingers, he used his tongue to penetrate her, thrusting deep. Her hips started rocking in unison with his movements, trying to lengthen each burgeoning pulse of pleasure.

Long minutes passed as Matthias worked his magic. As he alternated sucking and swirling her flesh with his tongue, Peyton climbed higher and higher. Nothing had ever felt so good. Each delicious stroke made her channel shiver. Apparently sensing her need, Matthias dipped a finger inside her.

Peyton thought it couldn’t get better, but she was in the hands of a master. Working her G-spot with his fingers, he latched onto her clit with his mouth until she broke. Throwing her head back, Peyton moaned, her hips rising off the sheets as she thrashed in a maelstrom so intense she lost control. Falling back on the bed, she squeezed his finger tightly, desperately trying to hold onto the rapture for a few more precious seconds.

When she had recovered, Peyton reached for him, but Matthias reared back, still fully dressed.

“I need a cold shower. Excuse me.”

“But—”

He held up a hand like he was trying to ward off temptation. “You were delicious,” he called behind as he escaped into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of the shower starting filtered past the closed door.

Peyton threw herself on the bed. After a moment, though, she grinned, rolling around in luxurious sheets. This was definitely a step in the right direction.

Chapter 22

“Are we back here?” Caroline’s voice was like jagged glass against the inside of his skull. She threw her purse on the coffee table as he rose to a sitting position from the unfamiliar cream couch he’d been sleeping on.

Liam winced, reaching for the cut-glass crystal tumbler next to him. He sipped the watered-down whiskey, wondering when the hell all the ice had melted. The silver ice bucket next to him was filled with water.

“Liam, are you even listening to me?”

He coughed, wondering why his throat felt as if it had been scraped with a cheese grater.

“Where am I?” The room seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

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