Chapter 18 #3
His left hand grabbed for her pajama top even as his fingers kept thrusting in the tight, hot heat that was his.
Buttons flew off the top. He heard them pop, felt the give in the shirt as he yanked it open.
Her beautiful breasts spilled free, and he had to curl his hand over one.
Had to stroke it and rake the nipple with his fingers. Squeeze. Pinch lightly.
She rubbed her ass against him. Against the dick that shoved toward her. “I’m so close…” Husky. “So close. I can feel it. On the edge. Preston…make me come. Push me over, over the edge. Make me come.” Her hips rocked back. She pushed against him and ground herself down on his fingers.
She felt incredible. The thudding of his heart echoed in his ears.
She was on her tiptoes, stretching back against him, but that wasn’t high enough. Wasn’t the right spot. So his hands moved to curl around her waist.
A cry of protest broke from her.
“Don’t worry, angel.” He lifted her higher. His mouth went to her neck. Licking. Sucking. “You watch for the light, and I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll make you come. Come so hard that you will never want anyone else.”
She was reaching down, curling her hand around his dick as it thrust toward her. The broad head of his cock slid into the entrance of her body. So tight. So hot. His hips surged.
Her cry cut through the night. He stilled instantly, afraid he’d hurt her. He couldn’t hurt her. He’d only meant to give her pleasure. But she was so tight. And hot and…
Nothing between us. She was tight and hot, and he’d driven into her bare. No condom. What in the hell? “Condom,” he gasped.
Her inner muscles tightened even more around him.
He pulled back, his dick edging nearly out of her.
“Preston!”
He pushed inside. His left hand drifted down as his arm curled around her, and he stroked her clit again. Over and over. Even as he eased back. Back, not out, then thrust in harder.
Her hands pressed against the glass as she squirmed against him. Not trying to get away. Riding his dick harder. Faster. Her moans urged him on. Lust blazed too hot within him—
No condom. No condom.
His fingers were ruthless as they strummed her clit.
She shattered. A keening cry as he made her come for him. Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing over and over with the power of her climax.
His jaw locked. His body ached.
All he wanted was to erupt in her.
No condom. No…
He pulled out. Completely. Fuck.
“No!” Her quick cry.
He spun her to face him. Lifted her into his arms. “Condom.” That was all he could say. Guttural. Then he was carrying her back through the house. Up the stairs. Moving easily in the dark but cradling her carefully.
She looped one arm around his neck. Held him tightly.
Once upstairs, he kicked open the door to his bedroom. Five steps, and he was at the bed. He lowered her, putting her in the middle of the tousled covers. His hand flew to the nightstand. He yanked open the drawer. Snagged a condom from inside.
All of the lights were on in his bedroom. He figured she’d left them on when she went to look for him.
“Oh, ah, good thing that’s in there, huh?” Her breathy voice teased over his skin like a touch.
Preston ripped open the foil packet. Not taking his gaze from her, he rolled on the condom.
Her nipples were tight. Her legs spread. Between her legs? Wet. Ready.
He’d made her wet. He’d made her ready. He’d made her come.
Preston planned to make her come again. And again.
When he stepped toward the bed, she reached for him. He kissed her. Drove his tongue past her lips. Tasted her and he took her. His legs settled between hers, and Preston thrust his cock deep into her. Sloane’s hips arched off the bed.
Yes.
He pulled back. Slammed deep. Drove into her again and again, and she gripped him fiercely. Clung to him with all her strength.
In and out. His hands slammed into the bedding. No more bandages. He’d ditched them earlier. Not like he could feel any pain then. He was too focused on pleasure. On her.
His head rose. He wanted to see her when she came.
Her hands fisted around the sheet, yanking it loose from the side of the bed. Her head tipped back. “Preston!” Sharp. Hungry.
He put his fingers on her clit. Stroked her fast. Long, hard strokes. The ones he’d discovered made her wild.
“Preston, what are you doing to me?” Desperate. “I need you—again—I need—”
“I’m making you come, angel.” His fingers pinched her clit.
“Ah!” She screamed and undulated beneath him. Spasms of pleasure shook her body. He thrust hard. Harder. Rammed into her again and again and there was no more talk. Nothing but the heave of bodies. Again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. She stopped fisting the sheet. Her short nails raked down his back.
“I want to make you come,” she whispered back. “Come inside me, Preston. Come harder than you ever have before.”
And he did.
An eruption inside of her. One that went on and on and on. His whole body shuddered as he drove into her. The pleasure consumed. It addicted. It obsessed.
No, she obsessed him.
Something that could be very dangerous for them both.