“Well, if that’s the case…” Sloane’s breath blew over his shoulder and her hand reached around him. Her fingers stroked his dick through the boxer shorts. “Let’s get going.”
His hand flew down and curled around her wrist. “Sloane.”He kept his touch careful. He had to be careful with her.
“It’s okay. That’s not the bruised wrist. You’re not hurting me.” Her fingers stretched. Caressed.
His back teeth clenched.
“I’m not nearly as fragile as I appear, by the way. I can stand in a storm and not get blown away. Didn’t you realize that earlier?” Another stroke.
Fuck.
“I can take you and all that you have to give me.” She slipped around his body. Her mouth pressed to his chest. A light, soft, sensual kiss. He felt the lick of her tongue against him.
His breath shuddered in.
Out.
His heart beat far too quickly.
She positioned herself between him and the window pane. “Let go of my hand, Preston. Let me touch you the way I want.”
“It was hard enough to walk away from you last night.” If she kept stroking his dick, if she?—
“Good thing I don’t want you to walk away. I want you to fuck me. Don’t think I can get much plainer than that.” A pause. “You don’t need to slip into a shower and masturbate to the fantasy of me. You can have the real thing. Right here. Right now.”
She’d seen him?
Then she lowered in front of him.
He still held her wrist.
She glanced up at him. “Let go…and trust me.”
His fingers eased away from her wrist. She pushed the boxers down. Leaned toward him. One hand curled around the base of his dick. The other guided his thick cock toward her mouth. Her lush lips parted.
She took him inside.
So fucking good. His hands flew up and slammed against the window. She was in front of him. On her knees. Licking and sucking his dick. Lightning flashed. Rain fell.
She had his cock in her mouth.
His control didn’t splinter. It obliterated. A growl built in his throat, and his hips pushed toward her mouth. She sucked him, taking his dick in more. Pumping him with one hand while her lips and tongue savored him. So incredibly good. “Sloane…”
She hummed around him.
Fuck, fuck! He felt the vibration, felt the lick of her tongue, the way she sucked him—I’m going to come. I’ll explode in her mouth. He was already on the edge. So eager. Too ready.
But he didn’t want to come in her mouth, not this first time. He wanted to be in her. He wanted to claim her. To mark her. To possess her completely. Preston pulled back.
“I wasn’t finished!” A desperate protest from her.
Hell, no, they weren’t finished. He kicked away his boxers and hauled her to her feet. She was in front of the array of windows. No one should be able to see them but… “Lights off,” he snarled. The dim lights that had been on instantly shut off as his system followed his command. They were plunged into darkness.
Sloane sucked in a quick breath. She reached for him.
Lighting flashed, illuminating the den. A quick streak of light. There, then gone.
But she’d tensed when the light vanished. He held back, his own muscles going tight because she seemed afraid.
