Page 80 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

Finally, his mouth hovers above my peaked nipple. His breath is hot against my skin, teasing me as I wait for him to finally take my nipple into his mouth. He makes me wait, instead running his tongue along the skin around it. I moan, needing some sort of relief. It feels like I could combust with how much I need him.

His tongue circles my nipple one more time before he takes it in his mouth. His other hand cups my other breast, sending tingles down my spine. My toes curl as he switches from one nipple to the next, giving them both attention.

“Preston.” His name comes out as a plea. As good as his mouth on me feels, I need more. I want him inside me, to feel him stretching me and molding my body to perfectly fit him.

“I know, baby,” he mutters against my skin. “You need me, don’t you?”

I nod, meeting his gaze when he lines his face up with mine. The movement makes him smile, his teeth raking against his lip in anticipation.

He leans in to kiss me, and I meet him halfway, letting him pull my body from the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. He kisses me the entire way to the bed, our lips only disconnecting for us to catch our breath before it continues.

Softly, he lays me down on the mattress. Our kiss breaks as he stands above me, his gaze intense as it traces my body.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

I swallow. The air between us is still thick, but this is different. It feels heavier, like something more than lust.

His eyes don’t leave my body as he pushes his boxer briefs down his thighs. I watch in awe as he wraps his fingers around his length and begins to move up and down.

“Come here.” My voice is shaky from how badly I want—need—him. If tonight’s the last night I have him, I want to spend every single second of it in his arms with our bodies joined.

Preston takes a step forward, his fingers hooking through the fabric of my thong at my hips and pulling down. I help him get the panties off me, needing them gone and nothing between us. It’s one step closer to him being inside me.

The mattress dips with his weight as he places his body between my legs. His hands run up the sides of my thighs as if he’s memorizing the feel of my skin against his fingertips. My heart races with the thought. Is he trying to commit every single moment of this night to memory? Does it pain him as much as it does me to think we might not get another night together after tonight?

“I know I should take my time with you,” he begins, leaning over me and pressing his hand into the mattress next to my head. “If I was a gentleman, I’d let you come against my tongue before pushing inside you, but I don’t want to be a gentleman tonight, Em. I need you—all of you—right now.”

As if to prove his point, he runs the tip of himself along my clit. I moan, agreeing with him that it’s exactly what I need.

I nod. “I need that too. Please, Preston.”

He laughs as his lips travel along my jawline. “I love that my girl has manners, even when I’m being the furthest thing from a gentleman.”

My clit throbs as he continues to circle it with his tip. I moan, ready for him to stop teasing me and push inside.

I’m getting ready to open my mouth and start begging for him to fuck me when he finally lines himself up perfectly and begins to push inside me inch by inch. He doesn’t wait to give me time to adjust to him; his hips begin to move in and out of me in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

I moan, letting out a shaky breath as I get adjusted to the size of him. He’s been inside me plenty of times now, and still, I have to give my body a moment to take all of him. He stretches me perfectly, making my toes curl against the comforter with how good it feels.

My eyes flutter open as his fingers tenderly push the hair out of my face as he continues to rock in and out of me. He watches me with hooded eyes, intensity reflecting in his cobalt-blue eyes.

Leaning forward, he takes my lips in his and kisses me slowly in the same unhurried rhythm as his hips. I thought this time would be rushed after the frenzy of our bodies in the kitchen, but he’s slowed it down. I don’t mind—something I can’t explain is happening between us.

He pulls away, the both of us staring into each other’s eyes as our moans mix together with every thrust of his hips.

“Emma…” My name comes out like a question, broken and raspy. He looks at me so intensely I’m scared of what’s running through his head.

“Yes?”

CHAPTER 41

PRESTON

My hips don’t still as I continue to push in and out of her. Emma watches me cautiously, her eyelids fluttering open and shut with pleasure with every thrust.

“What if I don’t leave tomorrow?” My heart beats erratically in my chest. I’ve had enough of being sad all day, dreading tomorrow. There’s no reason I have to leave with my family, and even if I had something I needed to get to, I’d cancel it for her.

This can’t be the end of us. I can’t say goodbye to her. Not when it feels like we’re just getting started.

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