Page 83 of Temptation
If it was the dark she feared, then he could fix that. He turned her body so that she faced the window. “Look out,” he told her.
The lightning flashed every few moments, spilling illumination across the mountains.
Her hands rose and pressed to the window pane.
Preston shoved down her silky pajama shorts. Sent lacy panties fluttering down with them. His hands swept over her. Around her. His body slid against her as he curled over Sloane. She seemed so delicate next to him. Breakable.
But he would not break her. Not ever. He would never let anyone break Sloane.
Her legs parted and his fingers dipped into the heaven that waited. Her hot core. She was slick and wet and ready for him. Two fingers pushed in her. Thrusting. Stretching. His thumb raked over her clit. Again and again, he dragged it over her, and she shot onto her tiptoes. Her hands pushed hard against the glass in front of her. “Preston.”
His left hand grabbed for her pajama top even as his fingers kept thrusting in the tight, hot heat that was his. Buttons flew off the top. He heard them pop, felt the give in the shirt as he yanked it open. Her beautiful breasts spilled free, and he had to curl his hand over one. Had to stroke it and rake the nipple with his fingers. Squeeze. Pinch lightly.
She rubbed her ass against him. Against the dick that shoved toward her. “I’m so close…” Husky. “So close. I can feel it. On the edge. Preston…make me come. Push me over, over the edge. Make me come.” Her hips rocked back. She pushed against him and ground herself down on his fingers.
She felt incredible. The thudding of his heart echoed in his ears.
She was on her tiptoes, stretching back against him, but that wasn’t high enough. Wasn’t the right spot. So his hands moved to curl around her waist.
A cry of protest broke from her.
“Don’t worry, angel.” He lifted her higher. His mouth went to her neck. Licking. Sucking. “You watch for the light, and I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll make you come. Come so hard that you will never want anyone else.”
She was reaching down, curling her hand around his dick as it thrust toward her. The broad head of his cock slid into the entrance of her body. So tight. So hot. His hips surged.
Her cry cut through the night. He stilled instantly, afraid he’d hurt her. He couldn’t hurt her. He’d only meant to give her pleasure. But she was so tight. And hot and…
Nothing between us. She was tight and hot, and he’d driven into her bare. No condom. What in the hell? “Condom,” he gasped.
Her inner muscles tightened even more around him.
He pulled back, his dick edging nearly out of her.
“Preston!”
He pushed inside. His left hand drifted down as his arm curled around her, and he stroked her clit again. Over and over. Even as he eased back. Back, not out, then thrust in harder.
Her hands pressed against the glass as she squirmed against him. Not trying to get away. Riding his dick harder. Faster. Her moans urged him on. Lust blazed too hot within him?—
No condom. No condom.
His fingers were ruthless as they strummed her clit.
She shattered. A keening cry as he made her come for him. Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing over and over with the power of her climax.
His jaw locked. His body ached.
All he wanted was to erupt in her.
No condom. No…
He pulled out. Completely. Fuck.
“No!” Her quick cry.
He spun her to face him. Lifted her into his arms. “Condom.” That was all he could say. Guttural. Then he was carrying her back through the house. Up the stairs. Moving easily in the dark but cradling her carefully.
She looped one arm around his neck. Held him tightly.
