“Ivory,” Preston breathes out heavily. There is so much said in that one word. He’s warning me, but at the same time asking for more. Running my hand up his arm, I find his shoulder and pull myself closer. Preston’s other hand finds my other hip and holds me steady.
“Preston,” I grind out but it sounds more like a moan than a word at the tension between us and the feel of his hands on my body.
“Do you want your rain scene, Hollywood?” Preston asks, bringing me flush against his body. Our hips line up perfectly under the water and I can feel his hard length pressed against me. If I just shift slightly upward, I would feel it against my core. I’m just as wet as he is hard and it’s not because of the ocean surrounding us.
I don’t respond verbally, but pull myself closer to his body by locking my arms around his neck. My breath stalls as the new angle brings my throbbing core closer to his cock. I might spontaneously combust and we haven’t even kissed yet. I can feel hisbreath on my mouth. His lips parted as if he can’t restrain himself. Preston’s hand on one hip loops around my back bringing me further into his embrace. His other palm skims up my side until I feel his feather light touch on my neck. Leaning into the contact, my hands tangle in the short hair at the base of his neck. Preston’s palm goes to my cheek, wiping at the water collected there for a brief moment before slipping into my hair just behind my ear.
“Tell me you want this, Hollywood. I need to know you’re with me.” His gaze flicks between my eyes looking for any sign of hesitation.
There is no hesitation. I want this. I need this. We have been dancing around this too long. I try to bring my face closer but Preston’s grip is firm, waiting on my words.
“Kiss me,” I breathe out.
That’s all Preston needs. He dives into my lips with a fierceness I feel all the way to my toes. His grip in my hair tightens as his mouth meets mine. His lips are soft. Slightly cool from the rain. Preston’s tongue swipes against my lips, seeking permission to enter. I open my mouth to his; our tongues tease and dance, and it feels like I’ve been set on fire. My hands fully tangle in Preston’s hair and he guides my head in full control of the kiss.
There is no distance between our bodies but it doesn’t feel close enough. Preston must have the same thought because his hand drops from my back to lift me beneath my ass and I wrap my legs around his hips. I am fully suspended in the water as Preston holds both our weight. His hard cock is nestled against my core at this angle and I can’t help the small rock to my hips. The water lapping around us only increases the motion and I can feel Preston’s groan in my throat as his tongue plunges into my mouth over and over. The rain falls around us and this is the most sensual and passionate moment of my life.
I forgot how good a make out session could feel. When I kiss someone on set, it isn’t like this at all. Most intimate scenes are fully choreographed and there are dozens of people millingaround and watching the exchange. Here, it’s just me and Preston. Lost in the moment and surrendering ourselves to each other.
I lose all track of time in the taste and feel of Preston Fields. If I thought I felt free before, that was nothing compared to how it feels in Preston’s strong hold as he worships my mouth. His hands roam over my body occasionally but he makes no move to take this further. It’s like he has all the time in the world and doesn’t want to rush it. He’s so different than any man I’ve ever met or been with. My past relationships and conquests couldn’t wait to get in my pants, and nine times out of ten left me sorely disappointed. Not Preston. Preston takes his time and lets me know without saying anything that this is enough for him. It gives me a reassurance and confidence I didn’t know I was missing. When I rock my hips against Preston’s erection again, he breaks the kiss and drops his forehead to my shoulder.
“Fuck, Ives.” He has never abbreviated my name like others before. I like it. Like that he can already tell the difference between my two personas - Ives and Ivory.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You know what,” Preston says, bringing his eyes back to mine.
“Oh, this?” I ask and rock again.
“Christ.” He groans out and thrusts against me. A moan escapes me at the friction from him rubbing against my wet heat. “We have to stop.”
“Do we?” In the back of my mind, I know he’s probably right but I also don’t want to stop. Preston frames my face with both of his hands waiting until I am locked in on him.
“Yes, we do. Because when we do end up crossing that line, it won’t be rushed. It won’t be in the middle of the ocean. It won’t be in the heat of the moment.”
I gulp at his admission.
“I want you, Ives. More than anything else. But, I also knowthat you aren’t in this one hundred percent yet. And that’s okay. I’ll wait as long as I need to. I’m in this. I’m ready when you are.”
Of all the things I thought Preston might say, that was not anything close to what I imagined. He’s in this? In what? What was he saying? Sex? A relationship? He couldn’t possibly mean a relationship. This was a fling. A chemistry he couldn’t deny and a product of the forced proximity.
“I can see those wheels turning up there. I’ll give you time. This isn’t just sex for me. Not with you.” Well, I guess that answers one question.
Preston releases me and I drop back into the water. The moment passing. I don’t know what to say so I say nothing as we make our way to shore and back into the house.
He doesn’t say anything else about it. He doesn’t look angry or irritated. He just plants a kiss to my forehead and says, “I’ll make dinner” before I rush to my room.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Preston
April 24
“What can I do?” Ivory’s willingness to take in everything she didn’t know she was missing before now is refreshing. Witnessing her eagerness to stand on her own two feet is inspiring. She’s not the pampered princess the tabloids would have everyone believe. Ivory just needed someone to help unlock her sense of adventure. Someone to support her and encourage her independence. I was enjoying every second uncovering her hidden depths and putting the pieces to her puzzle together.
“Roll up your sleeves, Hollywood, we’re making burgers tonight.”
Ivory’s smile is still wide and I wonder if she’s a bit buzzed from the two beers we had before starting dinner.
