Preston's Honor(89)

“Preston,” she whispered, her voice whispery and full of tenderness. I bent my head and kissed her and when I pulled away, she smiled at me, tilting her head teasingly. “I suppose all that sweet talk helped you score with the girls you brought up here?”

I laughed. “You’re the first, and I’d like to score, but we’re taking this slowly so don’t try anything funny with me.”

She laughed. “Kiss me, Preston Sawyer.”

I brought my mouth to hers and our tongues met and tangled, already a familiar dance. I moaned at the sweetness of her and hardened immediately at her taste, the way she sucked at my tongue, the breathy sounds she made, and the softness of her body in my arms. It was a delicious sensory overload and I felt almost drunk with it. Annalia. I pressed forward, and she lay back on the seat. We both laughed when her head softly hit the passenger side door. “Are you okay?” I asked, pulling her back slightly so her head lay on the seat.

“Yeah.”

I leaned over her and took a moment to find spots for my knees so I could support my weight but still have access to her. In this position, especially, I felt so much bigger and stronger than she was, and I thought vaguely about how much trust a woman must have to give to a man to let him come over her smaller, more delicate body in such a way.

“This is what the kids do, huh?” she whispered.

I chuckled. “So I hear.” I leaned in and kissed her again, tilting my head so I had better access to her mouth. She moaned and clutched at my back and my blood pulsed fiercely in that familiar way only she elicited.

I put my hand under her loose top and stroked her skin. She was so silky, so smooth and soft, and her femininity, all the ways she was so different from me, made me feel crazy with need.

I unsnapped the front of her bra and she pressed upward, offering her breasts to me as I used one thumb to circle a nipple slowly and then moved to the other. She broke her mouth from mine, crying out softly. “Tell me what you want,” I said, needing to make sure she liked and wanted everything I was doing. I didn’t ever want to leave her unsatisfied again. I’d always . . . taken. I didn’t ever want to see distance in her expression and disappointment in her eyes after we’d been intimate. And for that, I needed her to voice her desires. We weren’t going to have sex, not yet—I was intent on that—but we were going to go further than the hot kisses we’d shared. I needed desperately to know she wanted it as much as I did.

“I . . . I want you to keep touching my breasts. I want you to put your mouth on them.”

I hissed out a breath, the words uttered in her sweet, breathy voice turning me on even more.

“Unbutton your shirt.” I felt shaky with lust, and I didn’t want to end up damaging her shirt the way I’d done the first time.

She reached up and unbuttoned her shirt slowly and I lowered my mouth to one nipple, licking it gently as she arched and moaned, threading her fingers through my hair and gripping my head. “Yes,” she panted. Oh, Jesus. I pressed my erection into the soft place between her legs and shuddered with the pleasure. It felt so fucking wonderful and utterly torturous.

My body broke out in a sweat and my heart pounded in my ears, the whooshing sound increasing the intimacy of the small space we were in. It was only her and me and no one else in the entire world. My face was pressed against her skin, her scent filling my nostrils, her taste sweet on my tongue, my throbbing shaft cradled between her open legs and the pleasure was so overwhelming— Three sharp raps snapped me out of the sexual fog. Shit. We both froze, my wide eyes staring into hers in the dim light of the truck cab. I looked over my shoulder and a bright light suddenly came on, causing me to squint and turn, bringing my arm up in front of my eyes.

Behind me, I heard Annalia moving, the rustling of clothing and her harsh breathing.

Oh fuck, it was the police. Good Lord.

I glanced back at Annalia and saw she was decent. I offered her a regretful look as she sat up and then I opened the door to the cab. The light was still in my face, but it quickly lowered.

“Will you step out of the vehicle, sir?” came a female voice.

For fuck’s sake. I was still hard.

I took one long, deep breath, willing my body to relax and then stepped out of the truck. I recognized the female officer, had seen her around Linmoor. The police force was small and mostly everyone knew the cops who worked there.

“Officer Lief.”

She squinted at me. “Preston Sawyer, is that you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She had the flashlight pointing upward so it wasn’t in my eyes but cast light over the two of us. She leaned around me and peered into the truck and then leaned back. “Well now, from what I recall, you have a big farmhouse out on that property of yours.”

I cleared my throat. “It’s not overly big—”

“There a bedroom in that house?”

“Yes, ma’am. Several.”

“Uh-huh. I suggest you use one of them. Public indecency is a misdemeanor, punishable by jail time and a fine. You wouldn’t want to get arrested for that, now would you?”

“No, ma’am.” I tried to look repentant, but I swore she was trying not to laugh. Her lip kept tipping upward and shaking slightly as if she was forcing it back down with effort.

She looked around me again. “That your girlfriend?”