The Private Serials Box Set(34)

“Fuck, Lena,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my breast.

“Please,” I begged quietly. “I want to be naked in a bed with you.” My words were hardly out of my mouth before his arm was around my waist, lifting me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and enjoyed a front piggyback ride through his house. I used my tongue to tease his neck as he walked, not paying attention in the least to the rest of his house.

When we finally made it to a bed, he climbed on first, crawling on his knees to the middle, his arms still holding me close to him. Then he lowered me excruciatingly slowly, kissing me the entire way. When I was comfortably lying on the bed, he settled his hips between my thighs, the pressure of his middle against my center so spectacularly arousing, I needed everything to be moving faster. He seemed content to savor everything happening between us, but I was eager and craving him.

I reached between us and pushed his pants down over his hips, using my feet to free him completely, then I brought my hands up to push his tux jacket off his shoulders. He broke our kiss to lean up and slide his jacket and vest off.

“You’re in a hurry?” He had a smug smile on his face. Usually, I would have made a snide remark about it, but he wasn’t wrong. I was in a hurry. I reached down to take off my lounge pants, but his hands wrapped around my wrists. “You might be okay with the fast route, but I’ll be the one to undress you, Lena. You’re like a gift I want to take my time unwrapping.”

His mouth trailed down the center of my breasts, leaving light kisses in his wake. When he passed my belly button, he made sure to kiss it deeply and I felt shockwaves roll through me, ending in my center, igniting a whole new flame. I writhed underneath him, panting, and with anticipation prickling across my skin.

“Jesus, Lena. You’re so responsive. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

His hands gripped the top of my pants and started pulling them down, slowly sliding his fingers down my hips and thighs. Once I was free of them, his mouth was at my ankle and he trailed his tongue all the way up my right leg, alternating between licks and wet kisses. By the time he made it to the edge of my panties, I was moaning and squirming.

His warmth disappeared and my eyes opened, searching for him. He was leaning back, simply looking at me. My first instinct was to be embarrassed by his intense stare, to want to cover up. My hands itched to cover my belly or hide my breasts. But the look in his eyes was enough to send even more heat through my body. He liked what he saw, enjoyed looking at my body; he wanted me.

I let my gaze drift over him and my pulse thundered through my veins at what I saw. Preston Reid, white tuxedo shirt partly unbuttoned, and black boxer briefs. He looked like every woman’s fantasy. His dark hair was mussed from my fingers, his briefs tented thoroughly; my mouth watered at what he had hidden under that cotton fabric. I simply couldn’t take it any longer.

I sat up, feverishly working to unbutton the rest of his shirt. As I moved from button to button, his chest was slowly revealed to me, and even though I could have imagined this moment a thousand times, I never would have gotten it right. My mind could not have comprehended what Preston’s naked chest would look like, because I’d never seen anything like it.

He was glorious. He was ripped. He was hard and broad. I wanted to lick every solitary inch of him. So I did. As I slid his shirt off his shoulders, I pressed a wet kiss right between his pecs, and tongued my way down the crease of his abs, my hands finally joining me and grazing over all his hard and powerful muscles. After enjoying the front of him, my hands slid around his waist, slipped under the waistband of his briefs, and palmed his fantastic ass, skin against skin. He was perfect everywhere.

I pushed his underwear down and he lifted up onto his knees, allowing them to fall down his thighs. When his cock finally sprang free, I wasted no time admiring it with both my eyes and hands. I gripped him, watching my hand slide up and down his shaft. He was long, hard, wide and perfect. As I stroked him, he leaned over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling a condom out and handing it to me.

“Put it on me, Lena,” he said, his voice low. I took it from him, but didn’t open it. I just looked down at it in my hand, contemplating what my next move would be. “Baby,” he whispered, using his hand to bring my face to his.

“I want to feel you, Preston.” My words were quiet and soft; I wasn’t sure I wanted him to hear me.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t want you to wear this.” The words rushed out of me. I paused and then took a deep breath, continuing on. “I’ve only ever been with one person, and I’ve been on birth control for ten years.” I closed my eyes, thinking about how many times I’d wanted to throw the pills away in the past, but I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts and focus on the hand gently caressing my cheek. “I don’t want anything between us,” I breathed out.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his brown eyes dark and deep.

“Yes,” was my immediate response.

“Then lie back, sweetheart.”

My pulse throbbed at his command—everywhere. The pulse point in my neck was bouncing; I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my clit ached. I lay back, my head landing on feathery pillows, the cool sheets chilling my warm skin.

I watched him kick off his briefs then his gaze roamed over me from head to toe. When his face was over mine, he gave me his sexy smile and I tried to smile back, but lost the ability to keep my eyes open when his hand glided over the crotch of my panties.