His hungry stare. His flaring nostrils. Being his one and single focus.
“What if I told you I’m not wearing any?”
One eyebrow shoots up. His mouth tilts sideways.
I crack first. “I’m kidding. I’ll be right back.” I bolt to the bathroom at lightning speed, with my new favorite soundtrack playing behind me. Preston’s belly laugh. It’s loud and free, and I’m in love. Withit. It. Definitely justit.
I splash cold water over my face—forehead, temples, neck—careful not to ruin my makeup.
Then I strip my panties off before I lose my nerve or give my brain a vote. The second I feel thewetlace in my hand, I nearly black out.
His little tease has my thighs already slick, sticking to each other with every step.
If we had to walk to the hotel, I’d be chafed raw by the time we got there.
And I’m aiming for that in a different area.
New plan. I’ll put the panties into his back pocket. I can make that look sexy, right?
Probably.
Maybe.
Hope goes missing when I remember why I wrote the list. I have no idea how to be sexy.
I open the bathroom door, and there he is. Waiting. With that damn open palm.
The silver lining is that the waiting room is nearly empty. He points to his hand with a smug tilt of his nose. I slip the lace into his palm and strut ahead.
The silver fox catches my arm, tugging me gently back to him. He leans down, breathing in my ear. He’s all honey and filth. “Oh, Mia.Already?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
mia
“Let’sget out of here. Now.” The urgency in his voice obliterates the shame before it dwells. Preston’s already dragging me toward the exit, the fingers of his free hand laced tight through mine, his pace murderous. I scramble to keep up.
By the time we’re back in the car and the seat belts are on, we’re out of breath. Sunlight pours through the windshield, but when I lower the windows, he tsks and slides my hand off the console. He raises the tinted glass back up and crank the aircon.
“How far away is the hotel?”
“Twenty minutes, last I checked. But that was at 5 a.m. No clue if there’s traffic now.”
“I fucking hope there is.” He turns to me with a smile that could headline a porno and still win a bloody Oscar.
His palm smooths down my floral skirt, but on the way back up, he fists the fabric and pulls it high. That’s when he finds the side slit and smiles with a filthy satisfaction that makes my insidesclench.
His hand slips beneath the fabric, knuckles grazing bare thigh.
“God, Mia,” he growls. “You’re dripping. Wet just from being told what to do.”
“Pres…” My neck forgets how to hold my head straight.
“Don’t play coy now. You handed me your soaked panties with that sweet little blush on your cheeks like you didn’t want me to know what I did to you.” He brings them to his nose, nostrils flaring once he drops it to his lap. “You should see yourself right now. Squirming. Choking on your own heartbeat.”
I let out a breath that’s barely a sound. He slides his hand higher, and I try to widen my legs for him.
“Good girls follow orders. And you’re going to be such a good girl for me today, aren’t you? Gonna let me cross every item on that list. And then rewrite it. In my fucking cum.”
