“Okay,” I whisper against his lips. “But say it again.”
I feel his mouth curve. “I love you.”
“How mu—”
The intensity in his kiss answers my question.
I tremble when his hand wraps around my nape and his tongue assaults mine with greedy strokes, like he’ll never get enough.
The air is so thick with tension I feel it sparking between us like a bomb that’s about to explode.
I’m so far gone I don’t even realize we’ve made it back to the bungalow, until he pins me against the door.
The sky lights up as his mouth trails along the column of my throat. “Tell me to stop.”
My eyes flutter closed as he drags his teeth over my pulse point. “Not a chance.”
“You have to.” Grinding his cock against me, he pounds the wood beside my head. “I want to fuck you so bad I don’t have the strength to stop myself.”
The desperate hunger in his tone sends a wave of heat between my legs. “So don’t.”
A slow, threatening smile spreads across his lips and he gathers my wet tank top in his hands. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angry girl.”
My breath leaves me in a startled woosh when he tears the material down the middle.
Groaning, he shoves my shorts and panties down next, stripping me bare. The cool night air on my damp skin along with the finger he plunges inside me has me shivering.
Taking pity on me, he opens the door with his free hand…while his other continues working me into a frenzy.
Not breaking our connection, he advances on me, his steps intent and steady, his gaze scorching hot. “That’s it.” His smirk is downright wicked as he spins me around, pressing his erection into my lower back as he curls his fingers. “You’re almost there.”
He’s not wrong. I’m so close I barely register that we’re heading up the staircase. All I can focus on is his touch.
“Preston.”
The bolts of pleasure shooting up my spine cause my knees to buckle before they give out. Thankfully, I manage to grab the railing before I split my face open.
I expect Preston to usher me up the stairs, but he kneels a few steps below and kneads my ass cheeks apart, exposing all of me.
A ragged groan tears out of him. “Fuck.”
His warm breath gusts over my sensitive flesh before his tongue comes out for a taste.
I know right then and there that we don’t stand a chance of making it to the bedroom.
Which is just fine by me.
Little tremors of need have my thighs quaking. “Preston.”
The sound of him tugging down his zipper is so loud it’s deafening. “I know.”
The head of his cock nudges my slickness and I hold my breath, awaiting the invasion.
But it doesn’t come…because he turns me over.
“I need to see you.”
The stairs dig into my back as I reach for his shirt and pull it over his head. It’s not fair for only one of us to be naked.
Instinctively, I glance down. His open jeans hang around his thighs, and that long, thick cock is standing at attention.
For me.
My pulse quickens as I watch him wrap his hand around it. “Spread your legs.”
I eagerly do what he says.
The muscles of his abs coil as he rises over me, lining himself up with my entrance.
A whimper lodges in my throat when the wide tip of his cock pushes into me, but it quickly becomes a cry of impatience when he stills himself.
“I don’t want to hurt your tight little pussy.”
My tight little pussy can take it. “Please—”
A strangled gasp leaves me when he juts his hips, working his way deeper. I force myself to breathe through the sting of him stretching me as he fills me up with every inch of him.
Oh, God. This feels way different than I thought it would.
So right.
Like I was constructed for him and he was created for me.
Our gazes clash and the hunger I see in his sends shivers along my skin.
“You’re inside me.”
His lips brush mine and we exchange the same jagged, choppy air.
On impulse, I clamp his dick, never wanting to lose him or this feeling.
A rough, disjoined sound tears out of him and he pounds the step above my head. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kit.”
He lifts his hips, withdrawing his cock. “I’ll make it up to you the next round.”
I’m about to ask what he means…but then he starts moving.
His thrusts are hard, fast, and frantic…each one better than the last.
I’m so wet every push and pull between us is amplified.
His hands slide under my butt, drawing me closer as he ruts into me. Every time he thrusts, he grunts low and deep, like he wants more, more, more.
That makes two of us.
The sensation of him sliding in and out of me is so intense—so overwhelming—it shakes me to my core.
“Don’t stop.”
He’s like a conductor, directing and controlling my pleasure. All I can do is submit as my vital need for what he’s doing takes hold of me.
“I…” My heart beats so fast it thuds in my eardrums. “You’re killing me.”
And I’m willingly letting him because it feels so damn good.
My lips part on an inhale and his tongue dips inside my mouth, taking greedy licks as he fucks me senseless.
The delicious friction sends me into a tailspin and the knot of tension building inside me tightens.
I buck my hips against his, chasing the rush. “Preston.”
I finally understand the meaning of seeing stars when he grinds against my clit.
I’m so close. So fucking close.
As if sensing what I need, he maintains a rhythm that propels me to the finish line.
I claw his shoulder blades as my orgasm comes to a crest that unleashes in a series of waves that have me clenching him for dear life.
My climax must set something off within him, because his thrusts grow even more wild and his cock pulses inside me.
Pleasure moves across his strained face and he comes with a hoarse, feral groan.
He collapses on top of me and we both fight to catch our breath. His heart pounds like a freight train against mine and I run my fingers along his sweat soaked back, unsure of what to say because I’m rendered speechless.
All I know is I feel profoundly different. Whole.
Rising up on his forearms, his lips curl into a satisfied smile.
“You creamed my dick, Bishop.”
I’m stuck between wanting to laugh in agreement because it’s true and scowling because of his crudeness.
But that’s Preston.
My husband.
My soul mate.
My missing part.
“Bishop-Holden,” I correct.
He slumps against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Damn right. Because I’m never letting you go.”
He better not.
A lump fills my throat. “Say it again.”
My whole body shivers when he whispers, “I love you.”
The sounds of our breathing fill the dark room as we lay on the bed we finally made it to, our naked bodies tangled around each other.
Gentle fingertips skim down the length of my back as I nuzzle his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
“Tell me about the mermaid scales.”