He brought his forehead to mine. “Do it,” he whispered into my mouth as he sunk his mouth down on mine. We kissed and fucked until he came untouched between us and I followed, unloading into the condom.
Sated, he sat on my lap as my cock stayed buried in his ass. One more passionate kiss, and he dropped his head to my shoulder. We stayed that way, breathing each other in, while he nuzzled into my stubble until I had to deal with the condom.
“Next time,” he mumbled as he pulled back, “I want you bare. I wanna feel all of you.”
I smiled at my exhausted man. “Yeah, babe. I want that, too.”
Nick pulled off me, and I dealt with the condom. We hopped into the shower and cleaned up, then crawled into bed and slept by the light of the Christmas Tree and the falling snow.
The weight of the world was waiting for us when we returned to Portland. His project and work, my restaurant and the holiday rush. If I’d have known this was the last time we’d be this relaxed, we might not have left New York.
CHAPTER21
NICK
“Let’s go over this again,”I said as Preston crawled up and down my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my torso. I wasn’t complaining, but I really needed for us to get this right.
When we returned to Portland ten days ago, I’d thrown myself into the pre- design and only stopped to work and sleep. Preston had given me the space and time without interruption to do what I needed to do. When I clocked out at work, he’d pick me up and hand me a takeout container of food he’d made for me. After a spine-tingling kiss, he’d send me to my apartment without coming up. It was clear to both of us that I couldn’t work on the proposal with him around, because this exact thing would happen and I wouldn’t get any work done.
All I wanted to think about right now was him, and enjoy the precious time we had together. We were both missing our time in New York, but hopefully, we’d have some of that back after the first design was complete. We’d become like horny teenagers since our time had been limited.
Preston popped his head up to look at me. “Go for it. But I’m busy.” Then he picked up where he left off.
I laughed, then took a shuddering breath, trying not to come as he swallowed me whole.
The minute I knocked on his door a little after midnight, he’d lifted me over his shoulder and carried me to his bed. Now here I was, naked as the day I was born, flat on my back, trying to talk serious things while he tortured me with his mouth.
I ran my fingers through his hair and tightened them into a fist. Tugging gently, I pulled him off my dick so I could say what I needed to say.
“Baby, I’ve got to say this or it will eat at me all night,” I implored, as he gave me the sexiest look in his arsenal.
Crawling up my body to hover over my face, he gave me his attention. “Okay, I’m listening.”
I nodded. “When we go in there tomorrow to meet with my professor, you cannot look at me like you’re looking at me right now.”
Preston looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“You can’t look at me like you’d rather be swallowing my dick than talking about your building.”
He smiled. “But I would.”
I laughed. “I know you would, but you can’t look at me like that,” I cupped his cheek, “and I can’t look at you like the lovesick fool you’ve made me.”
Preston lowered his body and his hard cock wedged itself next to mine. “But I love when you look at me like that, and I know I have to look at you as any other architect I’d hire. But I’m not going to be able to hide how proud I am of you and that spectacular structure you’re about to design.”
“I think you should name it Preston’s Pasta Palace.”
He playfully bit my nipple. “That’s a terrible name.”
I laughed and ran my fingers through his sexily messy hair as he lit me up with his confidence in my ability and his tongue over the bite. “I know, but I just had to say it. And as long as we know our roles, I won’t stop you anymore.”
His mouth pulled up to one side. “Good, because I’ve missed you.” I hummed as he took my mouth with his, and I was lost to him again. And the next time he took me deep, I didn’t hold back.
My alarm buzzed the next morning before we were ready. We stayed in Preston’s bed longer than we should have. The scent of his cologne, body wash, and sex covered me like a blanket. But I had to shower and get home.
“This would be so much easier if you just lived with me.”
I looked over at Preston as he sat up in bed, his knees bent, tenting the sheet that hid his naked body. His hair was adorably messy from where I’d run my fingers through it early this morning.
