Chapter Nineteen JoshSince 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. f**k, 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 her
