Page 62 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

She dismantled me, dismantled the space between impulse and decision, eliminating my ability to control myself.

Although, that wasn’t entirely fair. It wasn’t her fault. This was my choice, and I would not lay blame at her feet.

All she had to do was put her hand over mine and all my good intentions took flight.

I cradled her face between my hands and kissed her slow and deep. She made a soft sound against my mouth and leaned in. I reached down and cranked my seat back.

Peyton pulled away just far enough to look at me.

Blown out pupils and lips slightly parted, she hesitated a split second, just long enough to look over her shoulder.

There was nothing to say that look didn’t cover. She’d have to come to her own decision about this moment.

I stretched in the surprisingly comfortable seat and waited. “What will it be, Peyton?”

She put a hand in the center of my chest.

That was all the encouragement I needed to wrap my hands around her waist and lift her across the console.

She came over without hesitation, her knees settling on either side of my thighs, her hands braced on my shoulders. “Misha.” It came out low and unsteady.

“I know.” I pulled her down and kissed her again, deeper this time.

Her fingers curled into my jacket, flexed, then roamed over my neck and down the center of my chest. Her body shifted, her thighs pressing hard against mine.

My heart jackhammered, the uneven pulse rising and filling my body with heat that had nothing to do with the attraction and need between us and everything to do with the fact I was falling in love with her.

She kissed my jaw, and I tipped my head back the way she did sometimes, letting her kiss a line over my neck while I worked my hands beneath her dress.

I met bare skin, and my cock twitched. “Peyton. You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I’m not?” She wiggled her ass. “I knew I’d forgotten something.”

“You little devil.” I chuckled and lifted my head up enough to kiss her. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her body soft and warm along mine.

I could bury myself inside her right now. We’d both enjoy it, but I needed more from her. Even though I couldn’t explain exactly what that might be. I’d given up on having anything soft and good in my life.

Peyton’s goodness had slipped into the cracks of my life and filled in gaps I hadn’t realized were eating me alive.

I’d been trying not to love her. I’d tried so damned hard to keep my emotions out of everything.

Peyton made that impossible. In my world, unguarded was a liability. Emotions got you killed.

Emotions on Peyton looked like courage.

Every day had been a controlled exercise in walking the fine line between acknowledging my feelings and not letting them get the better of me.

I palmed her ass and lifted my hips, letting her feel how much I wanted her. That was easy.

Trusting her was easy. She deserved to know why we were keeping her close.

But Leo was my Pakhan. Before anything else, before my own feelings, Leo came first.

Leo was the thing that held us all together. I would not break that.

Not even for her.

So I did what I was good at. I shut down my emotions and focused on the moment. Peyton unbuttoned my shirt, kissing the exposed skin.