Miss Independent.

Chapter 17: Say It.

Chapter 17: Say It.

Peyton looked into Stark's beautiful blue eyes. She looked at him so much differently now. She looked at this gentle, kind, bighearted man who has showed her that sometimes people aren't what they seem. In a short amount of time, she has hated him, been angry at him, and now she adored him. She felt her heart flutter every time he looked at her. He held such kindness and love for her in his beautiful eyes. Allowing one another to put down their walls, only to one another, letting one another be themselves in the safety of their own private world.

“I'm ready.” She whispered moving in to kiss him.

He kissed her, deeply. He would never get enough of her. He felt as if he was drowning but in the best way ever. He could feel himself losing himself in her. The feel of her soft skin, the feel of her lips against his. Feeling her hands rub all over his body. The goose bumps that broke out against his skin every time her nails would graze his skin. He felt like he was a ticking time bomb.

If he did this he needed to hear the one thing his heart and soul was aching for. He needed to hear that she loved him. He needed to make her his knowing that all of her was his including her heart.

He laid her back deepening the kiss, he licked her bottom lip and she eagerly opened her mouth. At first the kiss was gentle and loving. She ran her fingers through his hair kissing him more urgently, and harsh . He pulled away to kiss down her jaw line down her neck, out of breath and panting. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the stubble on his face tickling her, scratching against her sensitive skin.

“Say it.” He whispered in her ear.

She wiggled against him, his whisper sending a wave of pure ecstasy through her body. She had never felt anything like she was feeling right now. Her mind was clouded with nothing but her pure need to feel, every wicked thing he wanted to do to her. She arched her self into him, she didn't want him to stop kissing the sensitive spots he was targeting. He continued kissing her neck until he got to her collarbone. She felt her nails dig into his shoulders. He nipped her collarbone then. Breathing heavy she tried to clear her mind for a moment.

“Say what?” She asked her voice husky and out of breath.

He smiled wickedly at her, as his hands felt their way to her bra, ripping it off with on quick jerk. The sound of the ripping material just fueled his lust. He felt breathless looking at her exposed breasts. They were remarkably beautiful. He blew his warm breath over them lightly, feeling pleased with himself when he heard her gasp and arch against him.

“Tell me you love me.” He said looking into her eyes.

He only gave her a moment to say it before he started kissing her breasts working his way down.

She instantly sobered up. She felt anxiety well up inside her. Could she be so open with her feelings. She never thought she'd have to say it out loud. Was it not enough to just feel it? She felt the panic over whelm her. She pushed him away lightly. Covering herself, feeling extremely naked.

Stark sat back looking at her. Her eyes full of panic. He reached for her turning her face to him. He felt his heart break for the hundredth time. Didn't she love him? Was this just lust for her? Surely not. Maybe he touched her wrong? Something she didn't like.

“Peyton is everything okay?” He asked.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around her knees, feeling very exposed.

“I'm not ready for that.” She said in a monotone voice.

“What? For sex? We don't have to do that.” Stark said pulling her into a hug and kissing her shoulder lightly.