3. Chance

I'm trying not to stare at Peyton's body, but her in that barely-there bikini, it's giving me a run for my money. I fist my hands, unclenching them, and then do it again a few times over. If my hands touch any part of her body right now, we'll be fucked, literally, and I know if that happens, the two of us will never fucking happen. She's hell bent on putting me in my place, and I'm hell bent on letting her see that I'll get on my knees to make her see that yes, I fucked up. I should have admitted my feelings all those months ago instead of hiding from them. It took me this goddamn long to pull my head out of my ass, but after this week, she'll know damn well what my intentions are with her.

"What? Never seen a woman in a bathing suit before?"

"Peyton, there's nothing that could ever prepare me for seeing you like this. Not a fucking thing." The words I'm speaking are the absolute truth. Her hair is down, so long that it curls on those fantastic tits of hers that are more than a handful. Her fair skin that I know will burn to a crisp if she doesn't put sunscreen on looks like silk. Fuck, we're lucky it's in the low eighties today, or we'd be bundled up as much as we were in Virginia. I love that Peyton has curves. I can toss her around without worrying I'll break her when we're in bed. My eyes comb her body—tits, hips, and legs. Peyton doesn't even know how utterly fucking beautiful she is to me.

"Well, you could have had it. A simple apology, some groveling, maybe your mouth for more than just a kiss, and it would have been yours. Now, though, who knows what can happen." I watch as she grabs her bag and brushes against me as she makes her way to the door. There's no way I'm going to let her leave though. We have too much shit to discuss, and I'll be damned if our vacation starts off with her walking away from me.

The minute I see an opportunity, I take it. My arms band around her middle, hugging her to my chest. Peyton's back is plastered to my front when I whisper into her ear, "I know I fucked up, Peyton. There was too much shit rattling in my mind to keep me from going after the person who's standing right here with me. I should have apologized. Hell, I should have never left. But I can't change the should've, would've, could've. What I can do is make it up to you in every way that counts. I'm apologizing here and now. If you need me on my knees, then I'll do it. But, baby, the second I am, I'm going to have my mouth on every sweet inch of your skin." I pull her in deeper, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. My cock is rock hard, bursting to break loose and sink deep inside Peyton.

When I said I had shit rattling in my head, I wasn't lying. That phone call that happened after I rocked Peyton's world was one I'd been waiting on. My brother was airlifted to Germany, and my mother was hysterical on the other end of the line when I did answer her call. It made me feel like the world's biggest dick going after Peyton when I did. My brother laid up in God knew what form, and there I was, defiling my secretary and being a dick while doing it. Thank fuck Fox came out on the other side, it's partially why he moved down here. He wanted an easier life than he did have. Now, he's fine, obviously, but the mess I left while dealing with it. That's a whole other story, and I'm not proud of how I handled it.

"You have to know, Chance, I'm pretty apprehensive about what's going on here. I'm not saying I can't forgive you. I may just need some time." She turns in my arms. I slightly loosen my hold. The way Peyton looks up at me, with tentativeness in her eyes, it socks me in the gut. I did this to her. Shit. I did this to us. I swallow the lump forming in my throat. "I understand. You going to the beach or the pool?"

"The beach. I want to dip my toes in the sand before the sun starts to set. You want to come with me?" My hands dip to the curves of her hips, squeezing slightly before responding.

"There's nothing I'd love more. I'm going to ask you to put something over your suit, though, before we walk through the lobby. I can't be held responsible if some dumb fuck looks at you the wrong way and he finds my fist in his face," I growl out, remembering just twenty minutes ago.

"I still think you're crazy, but yeah, I can put something on to appease your alpha male attitude. Just remember, my name is not Jane and you are not Tarzan." A smile covers her face. My woman is back, with that quick-witted mind and sharp tongue of hers. It's enough to make me want to say, ‘Fuck the beach' and take her to bed.

Instead, I dip my head, our lips lightly touching. The feel of hers beneath mine, pillowy and soft, it calls to a hunger deep inside me. The need to taste Peyton, to have her surrounding me, is too much, and when she leans into me, the curves of her breasts pushing against my chest, that's when I take our kiss deeper, giving her the one she craved and I neglected all those months ago. That won't happen again. My hand moves up, grasping her hair, not wanting her to pull away. Peyton does the opposite—she arches her body, giving me exactly what we both want.

My tongue laps at the seam of her lips. Peyton's meet mine, and that's when I do the very last thing I probably should. I move my hands down, grabbing the back of her thighs. She climbs up, and I wrap her up in my arms, taking us to the nearest wall available. The entire walk, not that it's too much of one, Peyton's hips are moving, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, the soft mewls she's making while we kiss. It's going to be hard to step away from her this time. I'm going to hate doing it even more. She needs to know that I'm going to work for her forgiveness, not fuck it out of her.

Our mouths are ripped away from each other when she moans, "More, Chance, please."

"Fuck, this is not how I want things to go, not yet. You get yours though, baby. Then we'll work on us, and the next time we come, it'll be fucking together." Her back meets the wall as she grinds down on my cock when I thrust my hips upwards. Her tits are swaying with every motion, her skin glistening with sweat from her impending orgasm. I look down at where our bodies meet, and not for the first time do I wish we were both naked and it was my cock deep inside her.

"I'm coming," she purrs, her hands gripping my shoulders so tight, I can feel her nails digging into my skin. My mouth meets hers again, kissing her while swallowing down her moans, wanting to savor every moment of this. When Peyton's eyes open, I give her one last small kiss and help her down, yet still holding on to her until she has found her footing.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Wow, yeah. I'm great." A smile takes over her face.

"Hell, yes, you are. I'm going to change my clothes. Give me ten minutes, and we'll head down to the beach?"

"Of course, and Chance?" Peyton responds.

"Yeah, baby?" My hands are still boxing her in against the wall, not really wanting to leave her for a single second.

"Thank you." She leans up, kissing the underside of my jaw, then backs away scurrying into her bedroom. I watch her curves the entire time, knowing I'm one lucky son of a bitch that Peyton is willing to give me another chance.