Page 56 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

Leaning in, he places his palms against the wall on either side of my head. He’s caging me in, his presence now the only thing I can concentrate on. Not that I’m complaining. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I’ll bask in the heated way he’s watching me right now. “I’m enjoying my day a lot better now.”

He sticks his knee between my thighs, forcing them open. It’s such a simple move, but it sets my entire body on fire. My clit throbs because of it.

“So, you’re really into saunas?” I twist my hands together in my lap. He leans over me, so close I’m wondering if I’m supposed to place my hands on his chest? Slide my fingers underneath his towel? The way he stares at my lips angrily, I’m thinking I’m about to have my first public sexual experience, and I can’t even be embarrassed by it because my body is on fire with desire for him.

“Yes. If you’re in them. I didn’t think I’d see you until our scheduled couples massage, so this was a very welcomed surprise.”

He keeps one hand braced against the wall while the other begins to trace the side of my face. His fingers keep drifting down until they’re wrapped around the tie of my robe.

“I didn’t know it was a couples massage.”

His fingers are quick at getting the tie undone. He pulls it from the loops and places it on the bench next to me. I’m transfixed by the way his muscles ripple with every movement.

He slips his hand underneath the collar of the robe, his fingertips splaying against my collarbone. “You don’t have to just look. Touch me, rebel.”

My eyes flutter closed for a moment. “Preston.” His name is said like a warning—or maybe a plea. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want him, and now that he’s right in front of me, clearly mine for the taking, I don’t know what to do.

Preston decides for me. He pulls his hand free from my robe and grabs on to my wrist. His fingers are strong as he guides my hand to his abs.

I gasp the moment my fingertips press to his skin. Now that I’m touching him, I want more. I flatten my palm against him, wanting to memorize every dip of his muscles.

“All I’ve thought about since last night was how badly I needed to touch you…” His fingers return to my skin again, but this time, his movements are faster with more intention. He pushes the fabric of my robe off my shoulders, baring more of my skin to him.

His fingertip traces the swell of my breast. There’s no way he doesn’t feel my racing heart under his touch. He tugs on the robe one more time until it’s completely open, freeing my breasts as the fabric falls to my hips. He lets his knuckle brush over my peaked nipple, teasing me in the most excruciating way. “I’ve thought about how badly I wanted to taste you…”

“You have tasted me.” My voice comes out strained as he circles my nipple with his fingertip. His touch is so light that all it manages to do is tease me and have me yearning for so much more from him.

He clicks his tongue, and his hand drops to my lap. His fingertips slip between my thighs. “No. Taste you here.” He slides his fingers through my wetness, letting out a grunt of approval to find just how wet I already am.

“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling backward as he presses his thumb against my clit.

“I’ll make you see god by the time I’m done with you.”

CHAPTER 27

PRESTON

Emma moans again—this time much louder than the last time. I don’t know if it’s from my comment or the fact that I’ve slipped one finger inside her. Either way, I’m determined to get many more from her. She’s so reactive to every touch of mine, and I’m desperate to know what else she’ll do by the time I’m done with her today.

I was pissed the moment we were split up at the spa. I thought I’d have all afternoon with her, and instead, it’s been hours since tennis, and all I’ve been left to do in that time is think about all the different ways I wanted to fuck her. First with my fingers, just like I’m doing right now. Then with my tongue. I want to feel her come, to taste her arousal and feel her orgasm against my tongue before I finally fuck her.

“Preston, anyone could walk in on us. I didn’t lock the door.” Emma’s words don’t come out weak. It’s like she knows this is wrong, but she doesn’t care. Good. I don’t care either.

“I guess they’d get a show, then,” I respond, pulling the robe from around her hips and throwing it behind me. It’s the second time I’ve seen her completely naked, and it’s still the most beautiful sight in the world.

She’s slightly flushed, and moisture clings to her skin, making it have a sheen to it underneath the dim light of the sauna.

“Maybe we should wait until we get back to the house,” she continues, rocking her hips against the heel of my hand.

I smile, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now. By the way she’s riding my hand, trying to get more from me, she doesn’t want me to stop either. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, rebel. Not until you’ve come at least twice.”

“Twice?” she asks breathlessly. “That’s a little cocky of you to assume you’ll get multiple.” Her back arches, placing her perfect tits and peaked nipples right in front of my face.

“I’m not being cocky. I’m just confident it’ll happen.” I inch my finger deeper, feeling her clench around me. It’s tight around only one of my fingers. It’s going to take some time to get her ready to take my cock, but she’ll get there. I’ll make sure of it.

I can’t resist leaning in and taking her nipple into my mouth. She moans, her fingers sliding underneath the towel at my hips. She tries to tug at the fabric, but I pull my hips away from her and out of reach. I continue to work my finger in and out of her while my tongue circles her nipple.

“Preston, let me—” Her words die off as I slide another finger inside her. She’s tight around them, but I’m slow, allowing her body to adjust to me.

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