He flipped my dress out of the way so his could get his hands on my ass, nudging my panties aside so he could slide his fingers along my cleft from the back.
There was nowhere to hide. Both of us were still half clothed, and still, he wanted to touch and invade all of me.
He used one hand on the arm of the chair to give himself more leverage as he thrust into me until my teeth rattled. My name was a groan as he buried his face in my neck and his teeth seared into my shoulder.
He was close.
I knew he was holding on for me.
I rolled my hips and bore down on him and conceded to the battlefield of our first time together.
Probably only time.
“Preston.”
He lifted his head and cupped my face, locking his eyes on mine as I shook around him. My release was a tremor, then a storm as I had no recourse but to hold on to him.
He waited for me.
Surged into me even as I clamped down on him and everything tightened, then softened like water. I took everything he offered. Even with the protection between us, I knew all the energy he had inside of him for this moment was mine.
The sun-bright shimmer of pleasure flowed from him into me and his name tumbled out of my lips again and again.
He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my cries and the chain reaction of his orgasm triggered another for me, even more incredible than the first.
I collapsed on him, my cheek falling to his shoulder as my bones went from solid to liquid gold.
“Holy shit.”
I laughed as I tried to make my fingers work, but they just fell against the chair like a fish flopping out of water.
He wound his arms around my waist and settled me against him. “I didn’t intend to do that here.”
I nipped his shoulder. He was still semi-hard inside me and I wasn’t in a huge hurry to have him leave. “Rule-breaker. Are you freaking out already?” I sighed.
“It’s not that. We were a foregone conclusion—you know that as much as I do. I just mean I wanted you on a bed the first time. Or at least near a bed.” He trailed little circles along the base of my spine. “I may not have made it to my bedroom with you. Or any bedroom.”
I snorted. “We almost fucked in your car just last night.”
“I know. I’m not sure what you do to me.”
“You’re not blaming the sex hex again.”
“No. This is all us.” He dragged his thumb down my lip to my chin. “It’s always been all about us. I’m not sure why, but I don’t want to let it go.”
I stiffened.
“Don’t.” He cupped my cheeks with both hands. “Don’t do that.”
“You can talk. Who was cold as ice this morning?”
He looked away and let out a breath. “I had a difficult conversation with a client that set my day off on the wrong foot. I regret it if I seemed cold.” He gave me that cool-eyed expression he’d perfected. “Although you did secrete my coffee, Miss Moon. Perhaps I should…reprimand you.”
The rattle of the doorknob and an older version of PMS’s voice came from the other side. “Open this door immediately.”
“Oh, shit.” I scrambled off him and hissed as he slipped out of me. He still hadn’t fully softened yet even after all we’d done to one another.
Probably because he was halfway to wanting me again with all his reprimanding talk. I suppressed a shiver.