Page 94 of Keepsakes and Kismet

“Unreal,” I murmur. “I love being inside you.”

My eyes wander all over her body, wrestling with where to linger. In a heated daze, I stare at the place where we’re connected and watch the base of me disappear between long thrusts.

Peyton tangles her fingers in my hair and reaches for my hand, bringing it to her clit. “Yes—Callum. Just like that.” Her hips squirm greedily, disrupting the rhythm.

I know she’s close when her breath stutters as she writhes, squeezing around me like she needs to come but won’t.

“I want it now, Pey. I want you to give it to me.”

“Soon, but I… I don’t want this to end,” she whispers.

I manage a small smile and hold her wrist, feeling her pulse surge beneath my palm. “We’ll do this again. We’ll do it over and over. Let go.”

Pressure starts building in my thighs, traveling up through my hips, and her walls clench, the squeeze threatening to break me.

Peyton releases a sharp exhale. “I… I’m going to come again.”

“Let me have it. I want it so badly,” I tell her, a desperate edge to my tone.

She comes on my name, and that’s all it takes for me to spill inside the condom, scalding hot pleasure swirling through me.

We stay connected, and she bends forward to rest her chest on mine, her temple buried in my neck. I’m still pulsing inside her, and I think I’ll die if she releases me.

“Peyton.” I roll my forehead along hers. She tilts her chin up, and we lock gazes. I place an open mouthed kiss on the side of her jaw. The apple of her cheek. The wisps of hair curling over her ear. Every part of her that’s within reach of my mouth gets tended to with my lips or tongue.

I cradle her back and turn us gently to our sides, still connected.

“Do you want me to…?”

“Not yet, no. Stay like this with me.”

“Okay, honey,” I murmur into her hair. “That was…”

I think about the words I want to say. They’re sweeping across my mind in broad strokes, begging to be said. Words like I only want to do this with you, and no one else, for as long as you want to do this with me. Words that I’ll have to—that I want to say soon.

She nuzzles against me, and the top of her hair tickles my nose. Her skin feels so soft pressed against mine, and I want nothing more than to stay exactly like this.

“Hey, Callum?” Her voice is so quiet I almost miss it.

“Yeah?”

“Before we do this again, there are, um, some things I want to say to you.”

I tenderly stroke her hair. “Same.”

She releases a happy sigh. “Okay, then.”

Peyton rests her head against the pillow. “So, should we run into each other again tomorrow morning? Because you’re staying over?”

I gently tug on a piece of her hair. “Hm, seems a little soon.”

“Oh, does it?” A spark of mischief flashes in her eye.

“Three business days is standard, I hear, and⁠—”

She shuts me up with her mouth, swirling her tongue around mine, and the taste of her is addicting. We kiss until she pulls away to catch her breath.

“So?”