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“So, what do I do? Enlighten me, Preston.”
He smirks, running his fingers down my bare arm. “See these little bumps. Every time I touch you, the same thing happens.”
“Have you ever considered I might be cold?”
He laughs. “Nice try. It’s like ninety degrees in this house. You’re not cold.”
“I wouldn’t call goosebumps a tell. That’s ridiculous. Everyone gets them.”
“You’ve always responded to my touch. Even that day in the locker room.”
He’s right. No sense in denying it.
“I’m attracted to you. So what? That doesn’t mean anything. I bet most of the girls in this house would have the same reaction if you spoke to them, let alone touched them. You know you’re like a walking orgasm. It’s not news to you.”
He laughs, almost spitting out his beer. “I plan to give you a lot more of those.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he adds, “Orgasms. Lots of them. I’d do anything to hear you moan my name again.”
“Wanna dance?” I have to change the subject before someone overhears our conversation.
He knows my dad would kill him, and yet Preston doesn’t seem to give a shit who hears him.
He licks the beer from his lips. “Any excuse to touch you.”
I smile, and it must be contagious because Preston does too.
Looking over my shoulder for Taylor, I spot her in the corner of the room with Drake. His hip digs into hers, his arm is on the wall behind her head, caging her in, and their mouths are inches apart. They look cute together. But he’s such a player. All of the guys on the hockey team are with the exception of a few who have long-term girlfriends.
I wish Taylor would stay away from Drake. But I’m not one to judge or offer advice when I can’t shake Preston. He’s on my skin, in my head, and slowly creeping into my heart. This is bad for both of us—especially me.
Slipping my fingers between his, I drag Preston into the living room to dance. We sift through the crowd and create a spot for ourselves by the stairs. He leans back against the railing, his strong grip on my hip as he pulls me into his chest. I rock my hips from side to side, swaying to the beat of the pop song. Preston lowers his head until I feel his breath on my neck. His tongue wets my skin, his teeth grazing along my sensitive flesh. I can’t believe he’s doing this in front of people.
Where’s my willpower when I need it? I should stop him and take a few seconds to get some air. Because I sure as hell need it around Preston.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” Preston whispers in my ear, his voice deep, smooth. His teeth nibble my earlobe, and I still in his arms.
I’m powerless. My mind is rendered useless around him. His hand lingers on my hip and then slides up my stomach. His intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, and I close my eyes. Rubbing over his growing erection, I give him the answer he needs.
Preston clutches my wrist and leads me upstairs. We travel up another flight of steps. He seems like he knows the layout of the house as if he’s looking for a particular room. At the end of the hall, he opens the door to what looks like a game room.
Couches line most of the space, several flat screen TVs are on the wall. Gaming chairs are on the floor in front of the largest TV. Controllers and game consoles are scattered in front of a table. An old school Pac Man machine is in the corner of the room.
“What are we doing in here?”
Preston locks the door behind us. “I can’t wait another second.”
Before I can protest having sex in a frat house, Preston lifts me up by my ass pushing my back into the wall. He cups the side of my face with his hand. Our mouths are so close the heat from his breath warms my lips. A sudden chill rolls down my arms pointing my nipples. They’re painfully sore and begging for his mouth.
Preston doesn’t waste another second. He leans in and sucks on my bottom lip. His kisses are slow and deliberate, so sensual, before he invades my mouth with his tongue. Now, he’s more forceful, aggressive. The Preston Parker I can’t seem to deny.
I slide my hand from his neck to the back of his head to deepen the kiss because no amount of closeness is ever enough when it comes to Preston. He growls into my mouth. I moan into his. It’s pure perfection, apart from the location. But I could care less. I’m so wet for him, my juices are sliding down my inner thigh.
We stay this way for a while before he walks over to the couch with my legs wrapped around him. He lowers us to the couch, and I’m on top straddling his thick, muscular thighs. I love his body, every inch is toned perfection.
He reaches behind me to unzip my dress and peels down the top. His eyes light up when he sees I’m not wearing a bra. Without hesitation, he grabs my breasts in his calloused hands and shoves his face between them.
I moan as he peppers my skin with kisses, and he grunts in response. He says he loves the sounds I make. Well, he’s ripping plenty of moans from my lips right now.
His thick cock pokes my thigh through his jeans. I want him inside me again so bad, my pussy clenches from the promise. Pushing up his shirt, I smooth my hand over his stomach. Once I get my hands on him, I can’t stop myself from touching every part of him.
