I gave her exactly what she wanted. What sheneeded.
I set a rhythm, and she matched me thrust for thrust. I wrapped an arm around her, cupping her breast and letting my thumb brush over the sensitive peak in time with every thrust.
My other hand splayed low on her belly, my finger circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
“You’re mine, Jess,” I breathed against her ear, losing myself again in the moment.
“Yours,” she gasped, grinding back with a shiver. “For tonight.”
Something tugged in my chest, but I ignored it.
“For tonight,” I repeated, saying what she wanted to hear. Pushing reality out of my head. I’d deal with it later.
I angled my hips, finding the sweet spot inside her that made her tighten around me. Her breaths turned to soft whimpers as pleasure coiled in her again. And I was right there with her. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
She shattered with a quiet cry this time, her walls pulsing around me, pulling me deeper until the waves of my ownorgasm crashed over her. I buried myself fully, growling low as I took my release, and holding her close through every aftershock until finally, we were both completely wrung out.
I caught her in my arms and spun her around before walking her back to the single bed, where we collapsed in a heap, her back to my chest and my arms banded around her like I didn’t ever want to let go.
Her skin was hot and sweaty against mine, the slight sheen making her glow in the firelight. I nuzzled her neck, pressing light kisses to her skin, letting myself have this moment because I knew it couldn’t last.
“One night, right?” I murmured, my voice husky, the words tasting like a lie before they’d even left my lips.
She twisted slightly, looking at me. “Preston…that was…”
“Incredible,” I finished for her. “But we did say one night, right?”
Her brow wrinkled, confused.
“There’s a lot of night left, and I’m just getting started. That is…if you’re game.”
Her laugh bubbled up, and she dropped her head back against my chest. “You do have a point.”
“I do.” I wiggled my hips against her, making her laugh again.
One night. That’s what we’d agreed to. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew we’d likely just made a giant mess of things. But that was tomorrow’s mess. I still had the night.
One night where she was mine.
And the way she sighed against me when I traced my hand up her belly told me she felt it too.
Jess
At some point in the night, the rain had stopped, only the occasional dripping from the roof to the porch below any indication that there’d been a storm at all.
My body was pleasantly heavy. Every muscle loose and simultaneously aching in a way that told me I’d been properly taken care of. And Isohad.
Sometime between sleeping and waking, he’d murmured that one night didn’t mean only one time. And he’d proved it. Over and over again.
Preston’s arms were still wrapped around me, solid and steady. He’d pulled his sleeping bag out of his pack and draped it over us, but all the warmth I felt came straight from him.
I’d never felt that way before.
And it wasn’t just about being sexually satisfied, although…there was no denying that. He’d pulled more climaxes out of me, one after another, than I’d ever experienced. Each one stronger than the one that came before, until I was sure I’d fall into a million pieces.
But not once had he treated me like I was fragile or that anything between us was temporary. Every touch felt real. Like,wemight be real. And that even if it was only for one night, I mattered.
I rested my cheek against his shoulder and traced lazy patterns over his chest, letting myself stay right there in the moment, pretending that all of this wasn’t something that would need explaining in the morning.
