Page 19 of Rematch
Ethan barked out a loud laugh. “Holy shit, girl. When you break bad, you break fucking bad. I’m starting to think I’ve been a bad influence on you. The problem is, I don’t feel a bit guilty about that. Fine. I’ll direct the cops and SWAT team to Preston No Last Name at the Rittenhouse Hotel if you don’t call me by seven.”
“Seven? It’s midnight, and I have high hopes for Preston’s stamina. I’ll call you around nine. Or ten.”
“Nine. And not a minute later. Now…go get laid, Cupcake, and clear some time in your schedule for tomorrow afternoon when you get home because I’m going to want all the dirty details. I might buy a whiteboard and markers because I’m a visual learner.”
“I’m not drawing pictures of sex acts for you, you perv.”
“We’ll see,” Ethan drawled.
She and Ethan said goodbye and she tucked her phone in the back pocket of her jeans as Preston returned.
“All good?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’m experiencing some weird Freaky Friday kind of shit because usually I’m the friend on the other end of the phone, demanding Ethan and Allyson make smart decisions and be safe.”
Preston wrapped his arm around her shoulders, the two walking toward the bank of elevators just beyond the front desk. “I promise you’re perfectly safe with me. And as far as smart decisions go, I’m not sure where you stand, but this is the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“Me too,” she said, aware of just how much she meant those words.
She’d been waiting for her common sense or whatever part of her brain that kept her from doing spontaneous stuff like this to kick in, ever since issuing her invitation to a one-night stand.
But it hadn’t.
Not when he accepted.
Not when she found Allyson to say she was leaving with him.
Not on the ride here.
And not even now, as she stepped onto the elevator.
In fact, every step that led her closer to the bedroom only solidified how right this felt to her.
Preston placed a kiss on the top of her head as the doors slid closed.
She’d never been with such a large guy. Rick liked to tell people he was six feet tall, but he was probably an inch or two shy of that. Plus, he was lanky, with a long-distance runner’s frame. Preston, on the other hand, had close to a foot on her, and he was built like a brick house, all muscle.
“This is my first one-night stand, so I’m a little shaky on the protocols.”
Preston chuckled, taking her hand and leading her off the elevator and down the hall. “No protocols. Tonight, we’re just doing whatever comes naturally.”
Opening the door, he allowed her to walk in first before following, then he threw the latch once it was closed, leaning against it and smiling at her.
“Alone at last.” He reached out to pull her into his arms, resuming the kiss they’d started under the mistletoe.
His lips were warm, his breath hot, and his large, strong hands on her back equal parts comforting and tantalizing. It felt as if he was drugging her with his kisses and touches, and she was suddenly light-headed, giddy.
It had been too damn long since she’d had sex, and she didn’t know when she’d have the chance to indulge again, considering she would be busy with the move, new job, adjusting to life in a new country, and trying to recall the three years of French she’d taken in high school, while adding to it with her Babbel app.
She was taking advantage of tonight because Preston seemed like the kind of man who knew his way around a bedroom.
She and Rick had both been virgins when they’d started dating, and while that had always felt like something special they shared, she was starting to see the benefit to playing the field because their sex life hadn’t exactly set the world on fire. It had just been…pleasant.
God. Yet another place where she’d settled. Had she seriously thought a sex life that was pleasant was enough?
Sex with Rick was not passionate, not panty-soaking, not anywhere near what she was experiencing just kissing Preston right now. Her skin tingled, her pussy clenched, and her body temperature currently rivaled that of the sun.
Preston pulled away slightly, running his fingers through her hair. She jerked slightly when he drew one fingertip down the middle of her forehead and down along her nose.
