Page 95 of Rematch
“I’m not going to regret my choice,” he interjected. “Never going to regret spending every moment I possibly can with him.” Preston paused, then went for broke. “And our other children.”
“Other…children?” she whispered.
“We can debate how many later, but I don’t want Lennon to be our only child. Siblings are important.”
Chelsea shook her head, but again, he could tell she wasn’t saying no. Simply trying to shake the words into her brain. “I…I…”
Preston reached out to take her hand in his. “I know I said I’d take things slow.”
“This is the opposite of slow,” she pointed out. He thought her inability to formulate her thoughts was based on panic, but there was a twinkle in her eye as she made the joke.
“You can still take all the time you need. I’ll wait until you catch up, but I want you to know, right now, where I see this thing going between us. I’m in it for the long haul. Forever.”
Chelsea was silent for a moment, and damn if for the first time since he’d met her, she hadn’t perfected her poker face. He was accustomed to being able to read her emotions through her expressions. His girl was always so open and honest and transparent. But right now…she might as well be a brick wall.
Finally, after too fucking long, she spoke. “I keep waiting for that word forever to freak me out,” she confessed. “Because Rick promised me that too, and…” She didn’t bother finishing her thought. They both knew what that douchebag had done. “But I’m not freaking out.”
He grinned at the look of wonder on her face.
“I’ve struggled with trust ever since my almost-wedding. And it wasn’t just my trust in men that was shaken. It was my trust in myself, in my decisions, that was also ruined. Because I honestly thought Rick was the one.”
“Do you think I could be the one?”
She shook her head, and this time, the gesture was a resounding no.
An immediate crushing weight pressed on his chest.
Until she added, “I don’t think you are. I know you are. I’ve known it since the night of the Ugly Christmas Sweater party. Preston, I’m so in love with you, it makes me dizzy.”
Preston released her hand, cupping her adorably dimpled cheeks. “I feel exactly the same way. You and Lennon are everything in the world to me. My family, my life. And I don’t want to spend another day away from you.”
* * *
Chelsea soaked in every amazing, incredible, perfect word he said, letting them drown all her negative thoughts once and for all.
“Break the rule, Preston,” she said, her gaze locked on his, her words steady, confident, demanding. “Right now.”
She wanted Preston Jacobson so much it hurt. She’d spent the last year dreaming of him, tossing and turning every single night, wishing he was lying next to her. She’d been an idiot, trying to convince herself that they could maintain a platonic relationship.
Chelsea met him halfway as he tugged her into his arms, his kiss rough, hungry, passionate, but far too short.
Until he grasped her hand and pulled her from the couch, the two of them walking to his bedroom. The fact that he remembered to pick up his phone—the nanny cam app open—to carry with them to the bedroom made her love him even more.
The second they entered his room, he shut the door and tossed the phone on a dresser. The next thing Chelsea knew, she was pushed against the door, Preston’s lips back on hers.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers.
“So long,” she agreed, her fingers slipping through his hair, holding it tight enough that he couldn’t stop kissing her until she was good and damn ready. Chelsea’s vision went gray around the edges due to lack of air, but she still didn’t relent.
Preston grabbed one of her legs, lifting it, encouraging her to wrap it around his waist. She groaned when she felt just how hard he was.
He pressed closer, and her head fell back against the door, her pussy clenching with need.
“Please,” she gasped when he continued to press against her, lifting her other leg. Only his strength and the door at her back kept her upright as he dry-humped her into a state of delirium.
“Hold on to me,” he demanded, giving her only a split second to do so before turning and carrying her across the room to his bed.
Once there, Preston loosened his grip, and she slid down his body until her unsteady feet hit the floor. Not that she needed to worry about falling. Preston’s arms held her tightly, allowing her time to regain her balance.
