Page 86 of Edge of Desire

He looked at me strangely but did as I asked.

Digging in the pocket, I pulled out the box from Tiffany's. Grinning, I opened it and took out the bracelet. "Will you put this on me, please?"

His eyes locked with mine and the sentiment radiating from them, reached into my heart and soul. “I would love to put it on,” he said, his voice laced with emotion. He fastened the bracelet and took my hand, placing it over his heart.

“Did you really mean what you wrote on this card?” I’d put the card in the box and pulled it out.

“Of course, I did.”

“Well then, could you please tell me because those were such beautiful words, I'd love to hear you say them.”

He laced his fingers with mine. “This bracelet represents my love for you, Avery, always encircling you and never ending. I love you, sweetheart.”

“Preston, this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Thank you. I'll cherish this always.” I leaned over and gently kissed him.

“I'm glad you like it. I wasn't certain you would. I wanted to get you something with true meaning behind it, so I thought this, along with the flowers would be ...”

“The flowers and vase were perfection. Thank you.” I kissed him again.

He ran his thumb across my lower lip. That tiny gesture always seemed to have a direct link to my lady bits. “So, you’ve never been in love before me?” he asked.

I crossed my legs and squeezed, trying to push back the surge of need that flared within me. “Nope. You’re my first. Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. Why would you ask that?”

I uncrossed and recrossed my legs. “I don’t know. Just wondering.”

“Avery?” His voice seemed to caress my every nerve ending.

“Yes,” I answered, hoarsely I might add.

“Why are you fidgeting?”

“Because of you. It’s your fault.”

“Hmm, well then, let me see what I can do about that.”

Like I said before, Preston was fast. One minute I was squirming and the next he was spooning behind me. His hand splayed across my hips, his fingers circling my clit while he slowly and sensuously moved in and out. At first, I purred, then I meowed, then I’m positive I screeched, and quite loudly too, as I yelled at him to rock me harder.

It took a while, but eventually when I could finally speak again, I told Preston he was my catnip.

“That’s about the sexiest thing you could’ve said to me,” he laughed.

“But it’s true,” I insisted. “I don’t know what you do to me, but you bring out the, well, I’m not really sure what it is.”

“Don’t worry. I love bringing whatever it is out of you.”

“It’s a good thing because I have a good bit of it to bring out.”

“I want you to make me a promise.”

I squinted at him. I had a feeling he was going to wheedle something out of me that I might regret later. “Can it be conditional?”

“Nope.” He picked up a piece of my hair and wound it around his finger.

“Okay. I promise. Now, what did I just promise?”

“That you’ll listen to me and stop beating yourself up. I know what I see, and I see beauty before me. That’s it.”

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