I pushed off the wall just as the back door swung open. Preston stepped into the dark, standing in the same place he'd stood weeks ago when we met out here.
“Are you okay?” He moved quickly. Naturally. Took my face in his hands. “Did he hurt you? Touch you anywhere else?”
I shook my head. “No. That was it.”
His expression softened a fraction, his thumb gliding across my cheekbone. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I saw him touch you and just…lost it.” His brow furrowed with frustration again. “I know I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay.” I reached up to grip his wrists. “I’m okay.”
He nodded, and I pressed up on my toes, not being able to keep my lips from his. I meant for it to be quick and reassuring, but it turned frantic.Fast.His tongue dipped inside of my mouth, his arm banding around my waist. His deep groan sparked an ache between my legs, the connection of our bodies almost too much.
He pulled back but not far enough that our lips disconnected. “When can you get out of here?”
“Now.” I sucked in a shuddering breath. “Landry said to go ahead and clock out.”
“Good.” He kissed me again, his chest hard against mine.
Reluctantly, we broke apart, my eyes scanning the darkness to make sure we were still alone.
He pulled something out of his pocket and reached for my palm. “Take this. I rode with Shaw and Theo.”
I glanced down to see a silver set of keys in my hand.
“They have to take me back to my truck. The one with the blue sticker is to my back door. I want you waiting for me when I get home.” He slid his hand up my shoulder before he gripped the nape of my neck. “My bed, Trinity.”
I gulped, the heat in his eyes scalding my skin before I agreed. “Okay.”
He pressed another chaste kiss to my lips. “Do you need to go back in?”
“No.” I patted my back pocket. “Keys and phone are with me.” I had left my wallet in my car, not wanting to risk leaving it exposed in the employee lockers.
“All right. I’ll watch you walk to your car.” He peered around. “I don’t like you walking out here alone at night.”
A smirk pulled at my lips. It felt good to have someone concerned about my safety.
“What are you smirking about?” He nodded in the direction of my SUV. “Go. I’m trying to get my dick to deflate before I go back in.”
My eyes shifted to the slight bulge in his pants and my core clenched.
I met his eyes as I moved backward. “Don’t make me wait too long, Coach.”
He adjusted himself. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Angel.”
I closed the door quietly behind me, then stared into the darkness of Preston’s living room. I had only been here once and had no idea where anything was. I didn’t get a tour, considering I bolted out of here the second things got tense.
I closed my eyes, my nerves unsteady as I started toward a hallway. It didn’t take long for me to find Preston’s room. It was full of dark woods and neutral colors. It was very him. Just like the rest of the house. His bed was made, and the room housed a beautiful natural wood dresser, along with a four-poster California king bed. I wasn’t surprised. He was a big guy.
With slow steps, I eased farther into the room, my hand dropping to run along his soft comforter. For a moment, I let unsettling thoughts slip into my mind.
Was Sierra in this bed? How many women has he let into his house?
I shook away the thoughts, determined for once not to let the negativity that was engrained into me to detour this moment. One I knew deep in my gut would eventually happen. The room smelled of light pine. Like his scent was burned into the air. I dropped my chin, inhaling my T-shirt that smelled like fried onion rings.Gross.I was sure that was attractive.
My gaze caught on his closet door, and I moved. If this was the moment he wanted to devour me like he did last weekend, it wasn’t going to be while I wore clothes that smelled like a boiling pot of grease. Opening the door, I stepped into the walk-in closet, my eyes trailing over the contents. A shiver ran along my spine as I trailed my fingertips over his clothes. This felt intimate. The fact he let me into his space on my own. The fact he trusted me. And here I was, snooping.
I reached down and yanked on the ends of my Laces Out T-shirt. I breezed it over my head before dropping it on his closet floor. I shimmied off my shorts next, then toed off my shoes. My heart thudded wildly in my chest. Would he be angry that Iinvaded his privacy? I stood exposed in my cream thong and lace bra, nibbling my lip as I scanned the T-shirts he had hanging to my right. For a split second, I thought this was stupid. That he didn’t want me wearing his clothes. But I didn’t have time to ponder. The slam of a door indicated that he was home, and I jolted, snatching the first shirt my hands landed on. I maneuvered it over my head, the large shirt coming down mid-thigh.
I flicked my hair out from the collar, adjusted my glasses, then shuffled into the bedroom. After clicking the closet door closed, my feet padded across the plush carpet in a hurry to meet him at the door. I was nervous, excited, and downright aching for this man. I shot out of the bedroom, skidding into the hallway on my socks. I righted myself just as he rounded the corner. When his eyes landed on me, he froze. He drank me in with wonder, and I licked my lips, terrified of what his reaction would be. Right now it was shock, but then it melted into something primal. His hands twitched at his sides, his gaze zeroing in on the front of the shirt.
