Page 83 of Edge of Desire

A few minutes later she returned with a grin. “Besides, I wasn’t going to let you kiss me after you brushed your teeth and I hadn’t.”

“You’re such a baby. Like I would care.”

“You wouldn’t, but I would. Now, where were we?”

“Why don’t you hop on board, and I’ll show you?”

“Oh, so now you’re a train?” She dragged her finger up my arm.

I caught her hand and put a fingertip in my mouth. Then I nipped it. “Avery, I’m much better than a train.” I smirked.

She rushed to get in bed and straddled me. Her lips landed on mine, and they were wet and warm. My hands grasped her hips and she moaned.

“Someone is very happy to have you so close,” I said.

“I think that someone wants some attention,” she said.

“Correction. He needs some attention.”

I moved my hand between us and touched her, ensuring she was ready.

“Woman, you’re always so wet.”

“Quit talking, Preston. I need you to do what you do best.”

“Anything you want, bossy lady.”

She shifted and slid me inside of her. Her hands squeezed my shoulders as we began our rhythm, back and forth, but then her hand moved to my face and grasped my chin.

She stopped moving and clenched her thighs against mine. “Preston, listen to me,” she said firmly.

That got my attention.

“I love you and I plan on us being together. But … I’m tired of you blaming things on your past and being fucked up. It’s time to let that go. Understand?”

Fuck! That was not what I expected her to say. “Well ...”

“No. Either you understand, or you don’t. It’s time to move forward, and today’s the day you begin. I love the fuck out of you and can deal with your past. The question now is will you?”

Her eyes, which morphed into a stormy green, blazed at me. Whether it was from passion or love or the raw intensity of her honesty, I wasn’t sure. But in that moment, if I didn’t release all the baggage I’d been dragging around and do what she said, I’d be living my life without her.

“For you I’ll do anything.”

She smiled, kissed me, and then said, “Good, now I wanna be on the bottom.”

“But I was liking you on top,” I protested.

“I don’t care. This is my call right now.” She brushed the back of her hand across my nipple piercings, and she had me. She had me bad.

A few moments later, she murmured in my ear, “Harder, Preston, harder. Yes, that’s so good. Don’t you dare stop.” And then I felt her inner muscles contract around me as she cried out my name. My bossy lady had gotten her way, and it had been so worth it.

Twenty-Seven

Avery

Every now and again, a girl just needs to take control, and that’s what I did. I knew Preston had to have his drawers jerked in a knot, but since he wasn’t wearing any at the time, I did the next best thing. Yeah, he was shocked, but I didn’t care. I was over him talking about how messed up he was. Well, weren’t we all? Okay, maybe not to the degree he was. But we all had issues and needed to stop dragging the baggage around. That included me with my body image issues.

After our sweet lovemaking session, which was extra special because of my stipulations (or I thought so anyway), we had our talk.

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