And just like that, I’m scrambling off him, slipping my flip-flops on, and forgetting the towel. Preston’s question slices through the lust and arousal, filling my head with the one person I can never seem to rid myself of.
TWENTY | PRESTON
Now she’s running.
But still, I get the sense I’m not the one she’s fleeing from.
There’s something else.
Someone else.
The jealousy I feel, knowing another person is taking up that fucking space I want to be mine, is unexpected. It has me chasing after her.
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not the one I’m trying to escape, Captain.”
Everything in my body is demanding to find out who.
Is it too much to fuck it out of her? Hope that filling her with my cock, my cum, will push out the answers she’s denying me.
She’s quick, pacing across the yard, though I’m closing the distance one stride at a time, like there’s this tether that’s straining, and I don’t want to let it snap whatever is transpiring between us. I feel the eyes of my men on us as we race across the sidewalk to the house. They’re just doing their job.
While I, on the other hand, am entirely distracted from mine.
Kate enters the house, taking the steps two at a time, but I’m hot on her heels, trying to ignore the fact that she’s practically naked in that tiny pink bikini that gives her skin a glow. Her hair is slicked back, the long strands dripping and gliding over her back. My focus lands on a drop slipping down her spine and below those bikini bottoms that enhance her curves and pull at my sanity.
If my dick wasn’t already hard, it is now.
God, she’s a beautiful specimen.
When she reaches the second floor, she heads to her room, not looking back. But she knows I’m following based on her stiff shoulders and strained movements, like she knows if she breaks out into a run, I’ll chase.
“Stop following me, Preston. I want to be alone,” she huffs as she opens the door and steps inside, slamming it behind her.
I lunge for it, stopping it with my hand, and barge through. She stops partway in the room, lit only by the glow of the lamp beside her bed, facing away from me. She stares at me through her reflection in the windows of the French doors.
Lightning crackles in my chest, my heart creating a thunderous roar that pulses in my ears. “Turn around and say that to me again because I don’t believe you.”
A subtle mocking laugh shakes her back. “Do you always get everything you want?”
“Usually. But not right now, apparently.” I swear I hear her swallow through the space. I can’t deny that the one fucking thing I want is her.
Under me.
On top of me.
Seeping further into my soul, she somehow cracked to break through to the parts I thought died long ago.
I. Fucking. Want. Her.
And I know I shouldn’t, considering why I brought her here.
“You had your chance. I asked you to kiss me, and you said no. Not very uplifting to a girl’s self-esteem.”
“I was about to choke you to death. I fucking thought about snapping your neck, Kate, and you asked me to kiss you. So, yeah, I was a little taken aback by those words.” Her eyes hold mine in the reflection of the doors. “Can you tell me with all certainty that you still want that, even after that day?”
Please say yes.
She sinks her teeth into that plush bottom lip.
