Searching for Harmony (Boston Love 1)

“Harmony, everything about you turns me on.”

My eyes captured his and I tried to find my voice. His eyes were on fire with a passion that had my heart slamming against my chest. “Preston” was all I could pull from my mouth. Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss against my lips as he whispered, “Will you be able to sleep without me?”

I whispered, “I think so. I know you’re close by, so…”

“Sleep good, sweetheart.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom as I stood there a trembling, turned-on mess. Letting out the breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding, I fell back onto the bed.

My hands moved across my body as I let out a small laugh and traced my lips with my fingertips. Never would I have imagined someone turning me on just with their touch. The look in his eyes was burned into my soul.

Harmony, everything about you turns me on.

Biting my lip, I let out a frustrated moan and rolled over and looked out the window into the darkness.

Angie’s words flooded my mind. Did I mention Preston’s room is in the attic? Far away from everyone.

Closing my eyes, I wasn’t sure how long I lay there before I got up and slowly made my way out into the hall. Angie had pointed out the attic door that led up to Preston’s room after we had gotten ready for the club, so I knew which door led to him.

Can I do this? Will Preston think differently of me if I go up to his room? What about his family?

Turning, I walked back to the guest room but stopped when I heard the faint sound of music. Spinning back around, I pressed my ear to the door. I could barely hear music coming from the attic.

Chewing on my lip, I slowly placed my hand on the doorknob and held my breath as I turned it. When it opened, my mouth dropped open. You can do this, Harmony. It’s time to move on.

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I stopped at the top. My eyes widened when I looked at Preston’s room. It was huge. Hearing water, I glanced around and noticed another door. They must have put in a bathroom up there. Walking into the giant room, I smiled when I walked up to a shelf that contained trophies. Picking one up, I saw it said “First Place” along with the name of a soccer tournament. Setting it down, I looked around as I made my way over to the door. Leaning against the door, I let out a sigh. What I wouldn’t give to have the courage to open the damn door. Was I doing the right thing by even being in his room?

Pushing myself away from the door, I made my way around Preston’s room as Maroon 5’s “It Was Always You” began playing. The words flooded my mind as I continued to look around at all of Preston’s things.

The more the song played, the more I realized that the only thing I wanted was Preston Ward. I wanted his touch, his smile, his laughter, and more than anything, his love.

Forever.

Running my fingers across his desk, I made my way over to the side of his bed. Smiling, I placed my hand over my mouth when I saw Pride and Prejudice sitting on the night table.

Dropping my hand, I reached for the book as I whispered, “Oh my, that certainly explains a lot.” Opening the book, I could tell it had been read often. Running my fingers over the pages, I closed my eyes and imagined Preston lying in bed reading. There was something incredibly sexy about that image. What were the odds Preston would have my all-time favorite book sitting on his bedside table? Setting it down, I went to turn, but immediately felt his presence behind me. Slowly taking in a deep breath, I froze. My stomach pulled hard with desire and my breathing picked up.

Somehow I managed to speak. “I couldn’t sleep so—”

His hands grabbed my arms as he gently turned me around. Letting out a gasp, my eyes wandered over his perfectly toned muscular body. The only thing he had on was a towel wrapped around his waist.

I swallowed as my eyes landed on his lips. I licked mine and snapped my eyes up to his. They looked beautiful, as they were filled with what I had always dreamed of seeing in a man’s eyes when he looked at me. Love. Passion. Desire.

His hands moved to the bottom of my shirt and he slowly lifted it over my head. My chest was heaving as Preston dropped the shirt on the floor next to us. His mouth dropped open as he looked at my breasts. Closing his eyes, he mumbled, “So perfect.”

Opening his eyes again, his hand came up to the side of my face as I placed my hand over his. “Preston, I’ve never been with anyone other than Trey. I’m not sure I—”

“Don’t say anything, Harmony. Please just let me love you.”

Oh. My. Goodness. I have to be dreaming.

“I’m scared,” I whispered.

“I’m scared, too, Harmony, but I promise you I’ll be slow and gentle.” Preston kissed me gently as Chase Rice’s “Ride” began playing. Oh wow…Preston is scared, too? And this song—what timing.

Preston gave me a naughty smile as he dropped to his knees and slowly took my shorts off. Stepping out of them, I dropped my head back as Preston moved his hands up my legs. Then I felt hot breath down…there.

Dropping my head forwar