Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“I know, and I’m here for you.”
“I’ve lost my mother.” I continue, “Was humiliated my last year of high school and part of college. I still have to live in shame over those pictures on the Internet. I can’t even have a social media account because I’m so afraid someone will make the connection. It’s like I have to hide from everyone. I never had to that with you. But then you pushed me away. It was like you were ashamed of me. Like you couldn’t stand to look at me because of what Kellan said to you.”
“Never,” he whispers. “I could never be ashamed of you. I kept my distance because I’m an asshole. I needed time to grieve the loss of my career without realizing what I was doing to you in the process. I took you for granted thinking you would be there when I was ready. I’m sorry, Bex.”
I cup his cheek with my hand and sigh. He kisses my fingers first, covering each of them with his mouth. I suck in a deep breath hoping to find my willpower. Which seems to have disappeared on me. Because I can’t fight him. He’s too intoxicating, too hard to resist.
Preston must see the desire in my eyes because he lifts me up from the chair. His eyes burn through me, his fingers leaving a harsh burn in their wake. My entire body comes alive from his touch. He knows it. Preston was probably banking on my physical reaction to him.
“I love you, Bex,” he whispers against my mouth. “Please forgive me.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, and then his lips are on mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, I sit back on the table, and he makes room for himself between my legs. He explores my thighs with his big hands and slowly makes his way to the hem of my shirt. His hand dips beneath it, and I whimper when he cups my breast over my bra.
“I missed you so much, Bex.” He says the words softly, under his breath.
“I missed you, too.” I’m panting and flushed from our intense kiss. And I want more. “I want you inside me.” I tug at the bottom of his jeans, my eyes fixed on his. “Right here. In the library.”
“Aww, baby,” he growls. “This is like my dream come true.”
I laugh pulling down his pants enough to grab his thick cock through the slit in his boxers. “Sex in a library is your dream?”
“No, but watching you step out of your comfort zone is.” He strips away my shoes, followed by my leggings, and then he gives himself a few pumps before he inches into me.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I moan from the ripple of pleasure that rushes through me. “Preston,” I mutter.
He thrusts his hips. “I missed this, too.”
“Yes,” I moan, both agreeing with him and enjoying how good this feels.
My fingernails dig into his back as he fucks me hard and fast on a desk in the reference section of the library. This is so dirty. So damn hot. And so unlike me. I am way out of my comfort zone, but I don’t care. For once, it feels good to live in the moment.
When I moan again, he covers my mouth with his, smothering the sounds escaping my lips. He’s not going for distance this time—not when we’re in public. Preston reaches between us, his thumb rolling over my clit as he rocks into me. My muscles tighten around him, the sensation so intense waves of pleasure penetrate my entire body.
Preston finishes right after me, his performance record-timing for us. Still inside me, his mouth separates from mine. He slides his hand to the back of my head, a smirk turning up the one side of his mouth.
“You’re it for me, Bex. No matter what happens, it’s you and me against the world.”
I believe him. The anger I had earlier is no longer there replaced by nothing but love for Preston.
I smile, my heart swelling with joy. “You and me,” I whisper, and then he kisses me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
PRESTON
Bex curls up on the couch next to me sipping hot chocolate from her mug. We spend most nights this way now that my schedule has freed up. I flick through the movies on Netflix unable to decide. It’s been so long since I didn’t have a schedule to follow.
“Would you pick a movie already?” Bex nudges me in the side. “You’re so indecisive.”
I smirk. “Not when it comes to you.”
She sets her mug on the table and then climbs into my lap with a sexy look on her beautiful face. “Pretty soon you’ll have to make another decision.”
Bex straddles my legs and throws her arms around my neck. I live for these moments. And not because I’m hard and can’t stop thinking about sex.