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“I’m no one’s mistake.” There was a wild look in his eyes as they narrowed on me, and he took a step forward, like he fully expected to come inside.
No. Hell no. No way was it a good idea to let him in. A sober Preston was dangerous enough, but being drunk and coming here in the middle of the night? It was reckless in a way he wasn’t. At least not usually, which made me wonder what the hell he was doing.
I looked up and down the quiet street, no cars or taxis around. Did he walk all the way here? Shit, I hoped not, since he could barely seem to stand up straight.
“Preston, you can’t be here. You need to go home.”
“I want to come in.”
Of course he wanted what he couldn’t have. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Because I’m amistake?” He practically spat the word, and suddenly it hit me why he kept saying it.
The texts.
Motherfucker. Instead of warning him away, I’d brought him right to my goddamn door. Looking disheveled in a way I’d never seen him, but that didn’t make him any less appealing. Hell, it probably suited him even better. He’d obviously run his fingers through his hair, ruffling the brown strands that were always so perfectly in place.
Now that I was looking at him, I saw that his sweater was tucked into the back of his pants, leaving him in an unbuttoned collared shirt with the sleeves messily rolled up his forearms. He had to be freezing.
“You need to go home,” I said again, reaching for my phone in my pocket only to realize I’d left it upstairs.Shit. “How’d you get here? Your driver?”
Preston only gave a hint of a smile and licked his lips, and I took that as an affirmative.
I sighed. “Let’s call him. Give me your phone.”
“I’m not leaving,” he said stubbornly.
“You’re not fucking staying.”
A wicked glint sparked his eyes as he leaned forward and whispered, “How about staying and fucking, then?”
If I wasn’t actually standing there, I wouldn’t have believed the words that had just come out of his mouth. But with as close as he was, his words quickly conjured up images that had no business being in my head.
I took a step back, realizing that any kind of conversation was futile. Preston had come here with a mission, and I had a feeling that mission was me. The best thing I could do was get the hell away from him.
“Look, I’m going to go grab my phone. You put your sweater on and?—”
“No.” Preston walked forward, and I had two choices: come toe to toe with the guy or back the hell up. The problem was, theonly place I could back up into was my house—which was the last place I needed him to be.
“That wasn’t a yes or no question, Preston. It was an?—”
“Order?” A relaxed smirk curved his lips as his toes bumped into mine. “Mmm. I can follow those. I told you earlier that I can be a good boy. Let me inside. I’ll show you.”
Jesus.What had I ever done to deserve this? Seriously?
Was I bad person? I didn’t think so. A bad father? Not according to Serena, who seemed as levelheaded as any young woman could be these days.
So that left what? A test? Was I somehow being tested right now?
I hadn’t been lying when I told Benoit I’d been making sure to date and keep myself satisfied, but I was only human, and if Preston had been anyone other than who he was, I would have had him in my house and naked quicker than I could say?—
“Enough, Preston.” I put a hand to his chest, and just like that afternoon in the study room, he looked down at it and covered it with his.
“That’s the problem,” he said in a tone I’d never heard from him before. It was low, taunting, and just this side of forbidden. “I haven’t had nearly enough of you, and I don’t think you’ve had enough of me.”
He dragged my hand down his body, under the bright light over my front door, and curled my hand around his thick length.Holy shit.
“If you’re going to call me a mistake, then I’m going to make sure you know what a really fuckingbigone I am.”
