“Preston!”
His tongue licked her. Stroked her clit again and again before he drove it inside of her. Tasting. Becoming obsessed with her taste. Driven, consumed, his mouth worked her. Again. Over and over. Endlessly. His tongue raked her clit, he heard her moans and they just drove him on. More, more, more. He tasted, and he got lost as he licked and devoured. Then she was slamming her hips against his mouth and coming hard. So hard that she screamed his name.
He lapped up her pleasure. Greedy and eager, savoring every single drop as her body trembled.
His head lifted. Slowly.
She’d grabbed the covers. Fisted them.
Her taste was on his tongue. His tongue had been in her, and he’d never savored anything more. His dick shoved hard against the front of his sweat pants. It would be so easy to ditch them. So easy to shove them down. To yank her closer. To drive his dick into her and come hard inside of her body.
She was there. Body trembling.
She was…
Her eyes opened.
The darkness stared back at him. Such dark, deep eyes.
His jaw locked. Slowly, very slowly because backing away from her was the last thing he wanted, Preston eased from the bed.
“So much for being professional,” she muttered.
He didn’t know what she meant. He just knew…If I don’t get away from her now, I will be fucking her. He’d already gone too far. He’d…
I fucked her with my lips and tongue, and I want to drive my dick into her and own her body.
No, no, too dangerous. He needed to back away. His control had splintered too far. He…he hadn’t meant…
He’d gone into the bathroom to check on her. To make sure she was safe.
He…
He stepped away from the bed.
She watched him with her dark eyes. Saw into him. What did she see? Could Sloane see the monster that he tried so hard to hide? Did she see it staring back at her? Because he could feel it, threatening to take over. Breathing just beneath his skin. The monster inside had found something that he wanted very, very badly…An angel with eyes of darkness.
He took a step away from the bed.
No, get back on the bed. Her legs are spread. She’s wet and ready. She’s open. Drive inside her. She’s going to be so tight and hot. She will?—
She sat up on the bed. Pulled the robe around her with hands that shook. Her legs slid closed. “I…”
“I will be in the room next door.” An actual guest room. His words were guttural because speech was such a struggle. His dick ached. “You need me…you call out.”
He turned on his heel. He had to get out of that bedroom. It was either get out or…
Pounce.
Take.
Claim.
He wrenched open the bedroom door and didn’t look back.
“Okay.” Sloane exhaled. Slowly. “Okay.”
No, just saying the word did not make her okay.
