Proposing to Preston (The Winslow Brothers, #2)

“The bed,” she panted.

Preston lifted her into his arms, claiming her lips with his as he strode from the living room into the back hallway, kicking open the door to their bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and Elise rose onto her knees, reaching for his belt, surprised when she felt his hands cover hers. She looked up in question.

He smiled, laughing softly. “Not that I don’t love every minute of this, but let’s slow down a little.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s no rush.” He leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers. “Besides, it’s not just your first time, it’s also our wedding day, and I-I mean, I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but—”

The doubts she’d successfully banished when they started kissing began to encroach again, so she grinned up at him, working his belt open, even though his hands were still pressed over hers.

“Less talking, more undressing,” she said, tilting her head back. “And more kissing.”

He kissed her again, his tongue gentler than it had been in the taxi or elevator. She slid her tongue against his, wanting urgency and heat more than tenderness. She popped open his pants’ button, unzipped his fly and tried to push his pants and underwear over his hips, but his boxers caught. Preston groaned softly as she tried to push them down again, and she broke off their kiss to look down.

Until now, she’d only touched his naked penis by tentatively slipping her hand into his underwear, but she’d never seen Preston completely naked. She leaned back and looked down at his tented boxers, slipping her thumbs into the waistband so she could pull them out and over his erection.

She heard a gasp—a short, ragged sounds pass from her own lips—as she stared at him with the tiniest bit of fear and reached out to grasp him with her hand. It was big. And thick. And it throbbed with his pulse—tiny, almost imperceptible, pumps of blood making it harder and wider as she held him. Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, she glanced up at Preston for reassurance. And he was there for her, smiling with a mixture of love and amusement.

“I promise it’ll be okay,” he murmured. “But it’ll feel better if we slow down a little and you let me…”

“Let you…?” she asked, swallowing, the hot weight of him heavy against her palm.

He loosened her hand with a low groan, then pulled her off the bed to stand before him. Reaching for her panties, he slid them down her legs without dropping her eyes. “I’d rather show you.”

She nodded, knowing that she could trust him and wishing she felt as certain about their marriage as she felt about everything that was happening between them right now. It made her heart soften and surge to put her pleasure in his hands. Why couldn’t she do the same with the rest of her life?

His gaze slid down her naked body for the first time, and when she heard his panted sigh, her mind went blank of any other thoughts except what was happening between them right now.

“Lie down,” he said, his voice low and tight.

She sat down first, then lay back, leaving her bare feet on the floor, and Preston dropped to his knees, spreading her legs and leaning forward.

He flattened his hand over her curly mound, as he had dozens of times before, and Elise, primed for pleasure, took a jagged breath and closed her eyes as his finger slipped between her folds.

“My God,” he groaned, “you’re so wet, sweetheart.”

His fingers spread her lips and she felt the cool air of their bedroom on her sensitive skin, making it pucker and throb. Leaning his head forward, he flicked his tongue over her clit.

Elise whimpered, clutching the sheets in her fists and throwing her head back into the mattress. He licked her again, slower this time, and just as she started to understand what he was doing, she felt his finger enter her body and she practically bucked off the bed, straining up as his mouth latched back onto her tingling, aching flesh. Another finger joined the first, pressing against the wall of her sex as his mouth circled and lapped, sucked and licked.

A divine swirling started in her lower belly, rising higher and higher, until she could barely draw breath. Her muscles tensed until they trembled and shook, her fingers twisting into the sheets until she exploded into a million pieces, her body gyrating against his mouth and convulsing around his fingers. She heard herself scream his name, the sound echoing in her head like a prayer, and she crested, riding the wave of pleasure with her eyes clenched shut, barely aware of the world around her.

As she returned to earth, her body still jerked lightly as Preston crawled up the bed, pulled her up beside him and wrapped her in his arms.