Page 46 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

He laughs, throwing the vibrator to the side. Taking me by surprise, he shifts until his body is pressed on top of mine. His hands are on either side of my face, supporting his weight so it isn’t all on top of me. “Oh, Emma, I intend on fucking you, fast and hard and then passionate and slow just so I can discover how you like to be fucked best.”

I smile, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. My fingers play with the button of his shirt as I try to come up with a response that isn’t me begging him to do that right here and right now. “Maybe we’ll get each other out of our systems.”

He shakes his head while clicking his tongue. “Not a chance, but we can try over and over again. I’ll only end up proving you wrong in the end, though. You’ll never get me out of your system, and I’ll never get you out of mine.”

I lower my head. “Am I dreaming? You can’t actually be saying these things in real life.”

He places his palms on my cheeks. “You’re awake, rebel. This is real.”

“Well, if that’s true, then I feel like it’s time either I put on clothes or you take off some. I’m feeling underdressed.”

He smirks, and I remind myself how it’s my mission to get this man to smile more. He’s incredibly handsome—and sexy—when he does it.

His hands move from my face down my back and cup my ass. “No such thing as you being underdressed. I should let you sleep, though.”

I groan, rolling out from underneath him and pulling up my comforter to cover myself. “I think you barging in on me using a vibrator should get me a free pass out of playing tennis tomorrow.”

Preston sits up. “You’re not getting out of tennis. Plus, I bet you’ll sleep great after that orgasm.”

I push my bottom lip out in a pout. “So I’m being forced to still play tennis tomorrow, and you’re being a gentleman and not fucking me tonight?”

He leans in and kisses my cheek. “Exactly. But don’t worry. You’ll be a tennis star by the time I’m done with you tomorrow.”

“And what about the other thing?”

“Be a good girlfriend tomorrow, and I’ll reward you with my cock tomorrow night.”

“Preston Rhodes, you have a filthy mouth. It’s always the quiet ones.”

He tips my chin up, placing a kiss to my lips. “I’ve barely even started. Good night, rebel. I’ll see you in the morning—with coffee and food.”

He slides off the bed, and I miss his heat. I remind myself we only just met. It’d be weird to tell him he could just sleep here instead, but I don’t miss the fact that’s exactly what I want him to do. Since I only have a few limited number of nights with him, I want to make them count. Instead of asking him to stay, I smile and push the thoughts from my mind. “How’d I get to be such a lucky girlfriend?”

He rolls his eyes while standing in front of my door. “Get some rest. I mean it.” He turns around and pushes the door open.

I mock salute. “Yes, sir.”

Turning back around, he focuses on me, another smirk on his face. “There will be more of that.”

Before I can ask him what he means by that—my cheeks heating with what I think he means with the comment—he’s out the door and out of sight.

I’m still sitting in bed with a flush to my entire body and a smile on my face when my phone vibrates a few minutes later. I check, expecting it to be Margo or Winnie texting me. It isn’t.

Preston

Lock the door.

Sweet dreams of me, rebel.

Emma

Sweet dreams of me, Rhodes. <3

Preston

Not sure I’d call my dreams of you sweet. ;)

Now lock the damn door.

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