Perfectly Broken by Prescott Lane Page A

through his body. “So I need to get on my knees?”
    “Please!”
    “You’re the one begging now,” she whispered.
    Reed groaned and put his hands on her hips. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
    She sat up and pressed into him. “I think I know.” She pulled up his shirt slightly, her fingers brushing his abs.
    Reed watched her straddle him, her hands gently touching his skin, thinking it was impossible to get any harder. He sat up and pulled her hips to his. “I’m going to make you beg,” he whispered. He caught her hands and took her down to the sofa, running his fingers along the curve of her neck. “Tell me you want me, Peyton.” She quivered at her name rolling off his tongue. He let his fingers slowly slide down her neck and collarbone, pausing for a few seconds before outlining the curve of her breasts. “Is there a part of you that’s not perfect?” he whispered, brushing her lips with his mouth. “Please beg,” he moaned, knowing he was the one begging. She gave a sexy smile then shook her head. Reed gently took her arms in one hand, pinning them over her head, and started to kiss her neck.
    Peyton clenched her eyes. “Please,” she whispered.
    Finally . It hadn’t taken quite as long as he expected.
    She wiggled her hands. “Please.”
    Bed or sofa? Both?
    “Please don’t hold me down.”
    Reed released her wrists like he’d just been burned. His head darted up, finding her eyes misty. Has she found out about my father?
    Peyton saw the concern, the tension, in his face, hating she’d ruined the mood when they’d been having such a good time. She trusted Reed wouldn’t hurt her but didn’t trust her flashbacks to stay away. She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to cover. “I can’t have you holding me down when I want to touch you, too.”
    “Anytime,” he said, stroking her cheek. “One day I’m going to kiss every inch of you and try to find one imperfection.”
    Peyton instinctively touched the scar near her temple. “I’m not perfect.”
    He moved her hair out of the way. “How’d you get that?”
    “Just a fall when I was younger.”
    Reed kissed her scar. “It’s perfect to me.” He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly, melting under the warmth of her tongue stroking his. He gripped her hair with his hand, pulling her closer, deeper into him, their mouths pressed hard against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough. He hiked Peyton’s leg up to his waist, groaning as she pushed into him, her hands sliding down his back as she rubbed against him. He felt Peyton’s warm breath on his neck as she nibbled on his ear.
    He knew he needed to slow down. She wasn’t going to have sex with him. And he didn’t want to embarrass himself like some junior high kid. He pulled his mouth away and stopped grinding into her, holding her for a few minutes until their frantic breathing slowed to a crawl. He looked down at her full pink lips, now in a shy smile, her head nestled against his chest, the sound of his heart almost lulling her to sleep.
    “Do you want to stay?” Reed asked, laughing inside at saying the very words he always hated hearing.
    “I do,” Peyton said, leaning up on her elbow, “but I won’t.”
    Reed gently pulled her head back to his chest then reached for his phone, holding it out to snap a picture of her.
    “Delete that!” she cried.
    “No way.” Reed showed her the photo. “Since you’re not staying, I want to be able to see you first thing when I wake up.”
    Peyton took the phone from him and planted a kiss on his lips. Then she took a picture. “You can have a good morning kiss.” Reed tackled her back down to the sofa, snapping a few more photos. “Stop! Stop!” Peyton laughed. “Let me see those!” She scrolled through the photos and deleted the blurry ones. Then she moved her finger across the screen and looked at some of his camera roll. She saw a few of Bret acting like a fool, some old