When they reached the bedroom, he stood behind her—hands on her waist—and kissed the back of her neck. “See?”
“Blue plaid?” She laughed as his arms wrapped around her and his hands cupped her breasts. “But you’re right. It’s not gray.”
Through the fabric of her bra, his thumbs rubbed over her nipples and it seemed as if the touch sent waves through her entire body. His mouth left a trail of kisses from her hairline to her bra strap before he slid the thin strap down her shoulder.
As much as she liked the feel of his warmth against her back, she wanted more. Turning in his arms, she reached up and undid the clasp of her bra so it could slide free and hit the floor.
Preston sucked in a breath. “You’re beautiful, Zoe. So damn beautiful.”
She was smiling as she kissed him, and then she moaned against his mouth as he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. When she reached between their bodies to undo his fly, he pinched harder and she gasped.
They moved toward the bed, shedding their remaining clothes, until they were finally naked. Sprawled across the blue plaid comforter, she pulled him down for a long, lingering kiss while her hands explored his body. She loved the way the muscles in his back flexed under her touch, and she especially loved the curve of his ass.
He bit gently at her bottom lip before kissing her jaw. The side of her neck. Then his mouth closed over her nipple and she buried her fingers in his hair as his tongue drew hot, wet circles on her flesh. Then he sucked hard and she raised her hips against his.
As his attention shifted to her other breast, he pressed down on her hip with one hand to give him space to slide his fingers between her legs. There was no fabric this time, and his fingertips glided easily over her slick flesh. He pressed hard against her clit as his teeth nipped at her nipple and she groaned, raking her fingernails over his back.
Then he slid a finger inside of her and the delicious sensations of his hand against her clit and his mouth on her breast sent waves of pleasure through her body.
Maybe he’ll...
Zoe forced the thought away. She could ask him—tell him what she wanted—but the ghost of rejections past lingered in the shadows of her mind and she wasn’t going to risk Preston turning away from her. She was enjoying this moment and she would keep on enjoying it.
“I want you now,” she said, her voice breathless.
He moaned around her nipple, the sound vibrating her flesh, and then he raised his head so he could look down at her. His hand stayed between her legs, though, his finger circling her clit in a soft, slow way that made her unable to focus on anything but that touch and the heat in his eyes.
“Right now?” he asked, one eyebrow arching as he increased the pressure on her clit.
Ask him.
She couldn’t. Instead, she trailed one hand down his stomach and then slowly slid her fist down his erection. As she stroked the hard length of him, he sucked in a breath and dropped his forehead to hers. He trembled slightly when she circled the moist tip with her thumb, and then stroked the length again.
“Now’s good,” he said in a raspy voice, and then he rolled away from her to reach for his bedside drawer.
Zoe embraced the anticipation as he rolled on the condom and then moved between her thighs. She was so ready for him, and her fingernails pressed into his upper arms as he slowly worked his length into her, filling her more deeply with each slow stroke.
“Zoe.” Her name on his lips thrilled her and she ran her hands down his back until she could feel the muscles in his ass working as he moved.
He groaned and slid his hand up the back of her thigh until he caught behind her knee and lifted her leg higher. Zoe clutched at his forearms as he thrust harder and deeper into her.
She lost all sense of anything but the feel of Preston’s body moving over her, in her, and she ran her hands over every part of him she could reach. His thrusts quickened and then his hand was there, his thumb brushing over her clit.
The orgasm rocked her and she bit down on her lip to keep from yelling out. Her hands fisted the sheets as her hips arched against his. He drove into her until the tremors passed and then he said her name again in a low voice before finding his own release.
When he collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck, she stroked his back, loving the feel of his muscles twitching up. He kissed her, just below her ear, and she shivered.
She should get up, she thought when they’d caught their breath and their bodies were relaxing. She should go pee and clean up, and then get dressed. Maybe finish decorating his living room. Or maybe go. She wasn’t sure what the vibe was yet, but she hoped there was more decorating and less leaving.
“You were right,” he murmured against her skin.
“Of course I was.” She trailed her fingernails lazily over his back. “About what, though?”
“I’m definitely feeling more festive.”
“Wait until we get to the second box.”
“Mm?” The questioning sound tickled her skin. “Hand-painted gingerbread house? Crocheted candy cane? I draw the line at clumps of that shredded tinsel stuff, though.”
