“I see.” Preston slowly nodded. “You want to fuck me because of adrenaline.”
His voice was guttural and deep, and it hit her nerves in all the right ways.
“I think I want to fuck you because you’re sexy as hell. But adrenaline is probably making that desire a whole lot stronger.” She was far too aware of just how close he was to her. “Lily will tell you that I overshare. This is one of my oversharing moments. I’m not in control of myself the way I normally am.”
His hand rose. Curled under her chin. Slid under her wet hair. “Good.”
What?
“Because I’m not fully in control, either.” His mouth crashed down on hers.
They were not trapped. She was not kissing him in some desperate attempt to keep him calm so that he would not panic in the darkness. So that she would not panic in the darkness. No, this was different. They were safe. They were in his home. And he was…
An extremely good kisser.
His tongue thrust into her mouth. Her hands flew up to curl around his upper arms. Her mouth opened wide. She kissed him back with an eager, frantic passion because…
Adrenaline.
Adrenaline increased desire.
No, no, this wasn’t just about adrenaline. It was about him. About the way his mouth felt against hers. About the way Preston could kiss. About Preston.
Perhaps…perhaps she’d developed a bit of an obsession with the man when she’d begun to research him. How could she not?
Abandoned by his mother…never knowing his father…At two weeks, he’d been left as a baby, right outside of a fire station in Los Altos, California. A wealthy, older couple—two tech whizzes—had adopted him. By all accounts, Preston’s life after the adoption had been good. He’d attended a private school, been the top student in all of his classes, popular, outgoing and…
Then he’d been taken. At fourteen. Taken and thrown into hell.
But he’d escaped. He’d gotten out.
He’d stopped being the outgoing kid. Became quiet. Focused. So very private. His parents had left California and traveled with him across the US. They’d eventually died, and he’d been alone. He’d stayed alone. Few close ties. Ruthlessly motivated. Brilliant. Driven. And…
An incredible kisser.
His hands were sliding around her waist. His touch seemed to burn her through the robe. A low moan built in Sloane’s throat. It would be so easy for those strong fingers of his to yank open her robe. Easy for him to toss the robe aside. For him to lift her up. Carry her to the bed.
For him to fuck me.
She wanted that. Wanted to feel the hard thrust of his body against hers—in hers. Wanted to let pleasure crash through her as she forgot everything else. The desire she felt was too strong. Her feelings irrational. She knew it. She and Preston were both out of control. Hadn’t he just said as much? Hadn’t she?
They should stop.
His fingers reached for the belt of her robe.
They should stop.
He yanked the belt open. Shoved open the robe.
They…should stop…
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Chapter Six
He’d wanted her before he ever saw her face. Been in hell and wanted his angel. Her lips had taken his, desire had blasted through him, and he’d wanted her.
But, first, they’d needed to survive. To escape.
