Page 33 of Saving His Heart
Preston slowly encroaches my space with a wicked grin, forcing me to lean back onto my forearms. His arms slowly make their way to the bed just below my bra line, and I’m caged in by this man. The moment is intense.Oh gawd, I’m panting. He’s going to be the death of me. Internally, I cringe at my choice of words.He is going to die, Ems.You know this. What does that make me? A distraction?Am I okay with being a distraction?
“Whatever fears or doubts are running through your head, sweetheart, let me put them to bed for you. But first, you have to answer me. Do. You. Want. Me?” Each word is punctuated by a kiss or a nip. He travels up one side of my neck and down the other.
“I-I-I do, Preston, but—”
“But you’re worried about what it means? If you’re crossing an ethical line? If it’s okay to let go? Do any of your questions have anything to do with wanting me? With wanting this?” he asks as his fingertip trails over my collarbone.
How the hell does he read me so well?
“No, none of my questions have anything to do with wanting you.” The voice that speaks is hardly recognizable as my own. I sound … wanton.
“Then, can I tell you what I want?” I find some satisfaction in hearing Preston’s voice strain as well.
Swallowing thickly, I nod my consent.
“I want to spend the next few months doing anything and everything I can to forget.” His nose runs along the column of my neck. When he speaks near my ear, his voice is hoarse. “I want to spend my time learning every inch of you.” I jump when I feel a quick nip at my earlobe that quickly turns into a soft moan of pleasure. “I want to play Never Have I Ever until I know everything there is to know about you. What do you say, Ems? Do you want to play with me?”
“Yes,” I croak.
Pulling back so he can look into my eyes, I see the lopsided boyish grin plastered all over his face. “That is an excellent answer, Ems.” Before I realize I’m moving, he has me hooked under my arms and has slid me up the bed. Using his knee, he urges my legs apart just enough so he can wedge himself between my thighs.
He says nothing for a long time, and the scrutiny of his stare has me fidgeting. My mouth feels like I’ve been chewing on cotton, so I break eye contact when I can’t stand the silence any longer. That’s when he pounces. Aligning his body with mine, the weight of him calms my racing nerves.
“Never have I ever had a man undress me.”
My heart rate spikes, and my entire body tingles. He really wants to play this game, but I’m also confused as hell because we aren’t drinking.Isn’t this a drinking game?Turning my attention back to Preston, I see the wickedness in his eyes, fighting to be set free.
“Do you want to know the rules of our new game, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I beg.
Preston lowers his mouth to mine, and I swear my entire body vibrates. “When you haven’t done the other person’s action, instead of taking a drink, you’ll have to kiss. Each kiss has to be placed somewhere new.”
“Holy shit.” It comes out in a breathy whisper as Preston skims his fingers just under the hem of my shirt.
“Every time there is something you haven’t done, we are going to remedy it. Right now, I’m going to undress you.”
I gulp audibly, and he grins. Preston’s fingers run a line from hip bone to hip bone, and my skin pebbles. I watch in a trance-like state as he raises his hands to the bottom button on my shirt. Methodically, he undoes the first button, then moves up the line.
Oh shit, what underwear am I wearing today?All thought leaves my brain as his fingers caress the underwire of my bra.
“Jesus Christ. You’re so fucking sexy, Emory.” The desperation in his voice turns my breaths shallow. Painfully slowly, he releases the clasp of my bra. As my breasts fall free from their confines, Preston’s eyes go from icy blue to hazy and hooded. They’re demanding, and I know I will never be the same after this.
His lust-filled gaze lowers to my nipples that harden under his intense inspection. My chest rises and falls rapidly as he lowers his mouth and licks a line around each peak before lapping at them in earnest. Taking one into his mouth, he uses his hand to manipulate the other. The caress starts butterfly-soft and teasing but quickly turns feverish. Rolling, pinching, pulling at my sensitive flesh, I wonder if it is indeed possible to come like this. The look in Preston’s eyes tells me he is wondering the same thing.
I’m just adjusting to the sensations when his right hand wanders south. His left hand, still insistent in its assault, doesn’t let up, and I feel his palm glide down my torso and pause at the button of my capris. I gasp as he starts a trail of open-mouthed kisses in the wake of his hand. Peering up at me from the juncture of my thighs, I notice the naughty gleam in his eyes and want to hide.
“Never have I ever had oral until I came.”
“I, I thought you were supposed to say things you’ve never done?” I rasp.
“Our game has different rules, Emory. I’ve been told I have a lot of boxes to check off, and I can’t fucking wait.”
Chapter 13
Preston
Ipull away to look at Ems. I’m waiting for her answer, and by the flush taking over her entire body, I think I have it.
