The Private Serials Box Set(33)
In the back of my mind, I registered my glass being taken from my hands, the sound of both our glasses being set on the counter, but I was too involved in our kiss to care. When his hands were free, they found my hair, pulling me into him, placing my head just exactly where he wanted it, angling me so he could get everything from the kiss he was searching for. His tongue danced with mine, flicked at the roof of my mouth, slid around the rim of my lips; it was the slowest and sexiest kiss I’d ever participated in.
His face pulled back from mine, both of us breathing hard and fast.
“Lena,” he whispered, before his mouth moved down my jaw and lapped at my neck. “Soon, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” he said between nips at the sensitive skin behind my ear. My fingers moved to the soft part of his hair, where it was shaved close, urging him on, praying he never stopped making me feel as if I were about to combust.
“I don’t want you to stop, Preston. Please…”
His face pulled away from my neck, but we never lost contact as his forehead moved to press against mine.
“Please, what? Lena, you have to tell me what you want. This has to be on your terms.” His voice was choppy and sounded a little frantic.
I pulled back and held his face between my hands. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“I want you so badly, Lena,” he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between mine. “But I also know what’s at stake for you. I won’t take anything from you, sweetheart.”
My mouth gaped a little at his admission. He wanted me. I’d already known that, to some degree. But he wanted to protect me, too. That was something new to think about. Derrek had never really been protective of me and I didn’t realize I would appreciate it if he had. But watching Preston physically hold himself back, hearing the concern in his voice, it was moving. I wanted Derrek to pay for holding me hostage in a marriage for so long, a marriage he never intended to work on or make better. I wanted the money I thought I was entitled to, the money I’d helped him make. But being here with Preston felt more important than the money, more important than any other moment I’d spent with Derrek in the last five years. It felt right.
“I want you, too, Preston,” I managed, even if it was just a whisper. It felt like the most important whisper to ever move over my lips. He swallowed hard, taking in my words, but still made no move for me. I could almost see his brain working, the thoughts evident across his face.
“That’s not good enough.” He sighed, sounding sad. “I need to know exactly what you want.”
My hands fell from his face, confused, but willing to give him whatever he needed in that moment. “I want you, Preston. I want you to take me into your bedroom.” I leaned closer to him, placing a small kiss on his chin. “Take my clothes off.” My mouth moved softly up his jawbone. “And I want to feel you inside of me,” I whispered in his ear.
“You know what that would mean, right?” he asked against the skin of my neck, his stubble rubbing on me, causing me to shiver. My hands traveled to the back of his neck, pressing the front of my body against his, feeling his hardness pressed against my belly.
“I know what it means to me, for me. I understand what I’m doing.”
“No.” His voice was low and gravelly. “It means you’re mine. From now on, it’s only me. You’ll be with me and trust me to keep you safe.” His hands travelled down my back and ended on my ass, pulling me into him again, making me gasp. “Give yourself to me, sweetheart. But make sure it’s what you want.”
“I want you,” I said firmly, into his ear. “I want all of you to have all of me. Take me, please.” Instantly, his hands were on my waist, hoisting me onto the counter. Then he found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, so quickly I barely had time to process what was happening.
“I got to see a lot of you from the waist down earlier. I’m looking forward to exploring the other half of you,” he said, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. I watched as his eyes slid down my front, and I loved seeing his eyes widen when they reached the black lace, see-through bra I had on. “You’re a little minx,” he said with a smile, running his forefinger along the lace edge that sat at the swell of my breast. “You came down your stairs looking like you were ready for a nap in this t-shirt and pajama pants. I can appreciate the relaxed look,” he said, moving his finger to the other side, causing my breath to hitch. “But you knew what you had on under that shirt.”
I opened my mouth on a moan as his tongue traced a path down my chest and into the valley between my breasts. His left hand palmed me and the friction of his skin over the lace rubbing against my nipple was blissful. His mouth moved down my right breast and his hand pulled the lace down, exposing me to him. He leaned back slightly to look at me, his eyes clouded over with lust, but wasted no time taking me into his mouth.
My legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer to me, his cock pressing up against my center. He felt unimaginably hard and large. My hand went to the closure on his pants, opening them. His mouth was still working my nipple, his teeth gently tugging, his tongue lapping and swirling. I reached past the waistband of his underwear, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and he growled around my breast.
He was like hot steel in my hands, hard and warm. I gripped him and slid my hand from root to tip, using my thumb to trace circles over his head.