Page 24 of Rematch
“Please,” she repeated. “I want you. Inside me.”
Preston tilted his head, studied her, and she got the sense he was still giving her a chance to change her mind.
As if she freaking would.
Only a fool would walk away from this bed and this man. And her mother didn’t raise a fool.
She lifted one spaghetti arm, her strength zapped from the abundance of orgasms. “I’m not going to say no. Now take those pants off and get inside me. Please.”
One side of his mouth quirked up. “I do like the way you beg. Or should I say demand?” He gave her a brief glimpse of the fun charmer she’d enjoyed spending time with at the party. “Don’t move.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “You’re kidding, right? I think I live here now. Couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
Her words provoked the chuckle she’d grown far too fond of, given their short acquaintance.
“I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to set up camp here for a few nights or…”
He didn’t fill in that last blank, but there was something in his eyes that told her he meant that. Then she recalled his past dating history. How he was genuinely interested in a true relationship. Why couldn’t they have met a few months earlier?
Preston rose from the bed, facing her as he unzipped his jeans, shedding them and his boxer briefs at the same time.
Chelsea hadn’t thought a second wind was in the cards, but apparently, she’d just been dealt a royal flush.
“Wow,” she murmured.
Preston reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet and then a condom, slipping it on. “What was it you said earlier? Oh yeah. Good for the soul. Gonna have to say right back atcha on that.”
She hadn’t lied. She’d spent months wallowing in self-pity, self-doubt, and misery, constantly searching for some remedy, some way to pull herself together.
Preston had found the cure to all three of those things in one fell swoop—with his humor, his compliments, his compassion, and his off-the-chart abilities in the bedroom.
She’d hoped Paris would offer her the clean slate, but now, it looked like she would be traveling to France with her board already cleared. Preston had done that, given that to her.
He helped her find her confidence, but more than that, he’d shown her that she was ready to move on.
The mattress sank as Preston climbed back into bed. He crawled toward her, not stopping until she was caged beneath him.
“Ready for more?”
More?
Most people might have considered three orgasms more than enough, because she’d certainly lit up like the grand finale of the Fourth of July fireworks.
Preston clearly was not most people.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. Give me more.”
Chapter Four
Preston stared at Chelsea for a moment, committing her face to memory. Tonight had been one of the best of his life, which thrilled and depressed him at the same time.
He’d never felt such instant chemistry or connection with a woman, and the damned romantic fool inside him was convinced Chelsea had been made for him.
He’d met his soul mate—and in one week, she was flying to Paris. Possibly forever.
Karma hated him.
Preston gripped his dick, pressing the head of his cock to her opening before sliding home.
