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His eyes swim with thoughts and desire. “You’re not playing fair.”
“You brought me to France. Fair hasn’t been on the table.”
Our lips, tongues, and breath tangle again. Maybe the Academy thinks he’s better than me, but now, I’m winning. Keeping track of every simultaneous touch is impossible. The kisses alone would muddle my brain, but there’s also a hand in my hair and the weight of him pinning me down in the best way, and—oh, his other hand has found my bikini bottom.
He pulls it down around my thighs and swipes fingers up my center.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I thought you said I’d have toget youwet.”
“And you have.” I suck his bottom lip between mine. “You’ve done it with much less before.”
He holds eye contact while his fingers explore me. The intimacy of that alone almost pulls me to climax. His eyes only leave mine when he closes them as he pushes a finger into me.
My heart tries to race out of my chest. “Fuck foreplay. I need you.”
“This is not foreplay.” A firm kiss sinks me farther into the bed. “I want to feel you in every way possible.”
He rises off me and grips my hips to wrench me to the edge of the bed.
Then he kneels down between my legs.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Starsexplodebehindmyeyelids. The universe either came to a hard stop or jolted into double-time. My feet push against Preston’s shoulders, but his face remains firmly against me. His tongue and lips work me into a frenzy. Perfect pressure, suction, heat. I want it to last forever, but I also know I’ll cease to exist if I don’t come soon.
Not that it’s a struggle.
Everything contracts and tightens until I’m sure my heart and lungs will give out. This would be a great way to die. But just when the pressure reaches the point of potentially killing me, it all erupts. Maybe I do die for a second because the connection to my body is only a pulsing in my subconscious.
Then there’s also Preston—licking and sucking, easing me back into my body after launching me over the cliff of pleasure. He kneads my hips, and gradually, my brain unscrambles.
His touch vanishes just long enough for his shirt to come off, and then his hand spreads over my inner thigh.
Words come back to me, though I’m pretty sure I was muttering curses the whole time. “Do you”—I swallow to moisten my tight throat—“have a condom?”
He presses his teeth into my hip and nods. The absence of his body is as shocking as the chilly water in the bay.
It’s short-lived, though. His fingers graze my legs, sending lightning up my spine. “You’re gorgeous.”
I’d blush if my face wasn’t already home to half my blood supply. The other half is pooled, where Preston presses his body against mine. I curse, and he sucks in a breath as he pushes into me.
In addition to the million physical reactions bombarding me, I make myself really look at him and realize this is actually happening. I had come to accept this in the last few days—hell, probably when I was packing for the trip—but foryears,I was certain we’d never find ourselves in this situation.
For a self-proclaimed smart-ass, I’ve never been happier to be wrong.
Inch by inch, he fills me up, and despite my recent release, I am wound up so tight I can’t believe he fits. When he’s buried to the hilt, he whispers,“Oh shit,”and squeezes my thigh.
I roll my hips, fucking him slowly. “Do you want me on top?”
He shakes his head; whether to collect himself or say no, I’m not quite sure. “I want you just like this.” Then he pulls my leg up to hook it over his shoulder, sinking deeper into me.
A gasp tears through me as his thrusts beat a rhythm that might be my new favorite song. I writhe as another orgasm balls up my muscles. He rubs my clit with his thumb, his palm like a heating pad on my skin, but there’s nothing relaxing about this warmth. “Come again for me.”
It would have happened anyway, but his words nudge me over the edge. I squeeze him between my legs as pleasure ripples through me. The sound that comes out of me is some mix of a scream, a moan, and crying.
“Oh my god.” Preston slows to long, deep movements.
I … don’t exist anymore.
