Once upstairs, he kicked open the door to his bedroom. Five steps, and he was at the bed. He lowered her, putting her in the middle of the tousled covers. His hand flew to the nightstand. He yanked open the drawer. Snagged a condom from inside.
All of the lights were on in his bedroom. He figured she’d left them on when she went to look for him.
“Oh, ah, good thing that’s in there, huh?” Her breathy voice teased over his skin like a touch.
Preston ripped open the foil packet. Not taking his gaze from her, he rolled on the condom.
Her nipples were tight. Her legs spread. Between her legs? Wet. Ready.
He’d made her wet. He’d made her ready. He’d made her come.
Preston planned to make her come again. And again.
When he stepped toward the bed, she reached for him. He kissed her. Drove his tongue past her lips. Tasted her and he took her. His legs settled between hers, and Preston thrust his cock deep into her. Sloane’s hips arched off the bed.
Yes.
He pulled back. Slammed deep. Drove into her again and again, and she gripped him fiercely. Clung to him with all her strength.
In and out. His hands slammed into the bedding. No more bandages. He’d ditched them earlier. Not like he could feel any pain then. He was too focused on pleasure. On her.
His head rose. He wanted to see her when she came.
Her hands fisted around the sheet, yanking it loose from the side of the bed. Her head tipped back. “Preston!” Sharp. Hungry.
He put his fingers on her clit. Stroked her fast. Long, hard strokes. The ones he’d discovered made her wild.
“Preston, what are you doing to me?” Desperate. “I need you—again—I need?—”
“I’m making you come, angel.” His fingers pinched her clit.
“Ah!” She screamed and undulated beneath him. Spasms of pleasure shook her body. He thrust hard. Harder. Rammed into her again and again and there was no more talk. Nothing but the heave of bodies. Again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. She stopped fisting the sheet. Her short nails raked down his back.
“I want to make you come,” she whispered back. “Come inside me, Preston. Come harder than you ever have before.”
And he did.
An eruption inside of her. One that went on and on and on. His whole body shuddered as he drove into her. The pleasure consumed. It addicted. It obsessed.
No, she obsessed him.
Something that could be very dangerous for them both.
Chapter Nineteen
“I fucked up.”
Sloane turned toward his rumbling voice. She pulled the sheet with her, feeling oddly vulnerable. Just the sheet, not the comforter. The sheet wasn’t thick like the comforter, and it felt lighter, softer against her skin. Less like it’s holding me down.
Preston stood beside the bed. A very naked Preston. With a very big dick. He was aroused. Again. They’d just had some amazing sex, but he was already fully erect once more. Of course, her eyes would immediately get locked on his cock. “Don’t you mean, you fucked me?”
“I didn’t have a condom on when I was inside you. Not when we were downstairs.”
