Page 56 of Saving His Heart

He pounces at the word yes, and the rest of my thoughts are swallowed by his mouth. His hands are everywhere at once.

“Preston … Pres, wait. One thing, you have to promise me something.”

“What, sweetheart? Anything. What is it?” he asks while lifting my tank top over my head.

“Promise me that you’ll hold back if you start feeling any symptoms that exceed the normal realm.”

“I won’t collapse in your arms, Goldie. I promise. Okay?” He pulls back to see the concern in my eyes. “We’ll be together in every way for as long as we can. I want you to remember me always. I won’t let your last memory of me be dying in your arms. I promise.”

As a doctor, I know he can’t promise such things, but I also know Preston. He will move heaven and hell to try.

“You’re here,” I say, patting my chest above my heart. “I’ll always remember you.”

Preston’s eyes mist, and he looks to the ceiling in an attempt to ward off the tears I know are trying to fall. Leaning forward, I place my ear to his chest. I’ve heard thousands of heartbeats, but none have sung to me as his does.

“I think you’re going to get arrested, sweetheart.”

I smile because he is bringing us back to neutral with our game. I hit the highest of highs and the lowest of lows with this man. He makes me smile even as my body screams out in pain at the unfairness of it all.

“Oh yeah? For what?”

“For stealing my heart.”

Raising my eyes to his, the damn breaks. In slow motion, he brings his lips to mine. The kiss is salty as our tears mix, and our pain becomes one. Suddenly, I’m frantic for him, clawing at the hem of his shirt. He helps me remove it, and I pepper his chest with kisses. He hisses as each one covers his heart. I wish more than anything I could just kiss it and make it better. Instead, I do what I can to show him how entrenched he has become in mine.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” I reply as he removes my sleep shorts. When I am naked before him, he takes in every inch of my body. As I stand here, his fiery gaze heats my flesh. He starts at my toes and slowly, methodically, allows his gaze to wander higher.

I’ve never thought kneecaps could be sexy, but when I see his body tense with desire as he reaches that particular body part, I feel the wetness of my arousal begin to pool at my center. When I try to clamp my thighs together in embarrassment, Preston holds a single finger up to stop me.

Without raising his eyes from my thigh, he asks, “Are you getting turned on, Goldie?”

“Oh, gawd.” I want to hide, but my response elicits a grin from Preston, and he raises his eyes a few more inches.

“Do you think you could come standing there, Emory? From my words alone?”

“What? Why?”He cannot seriously be considering not touching me, can he?

“Turn around.” It’s a command and sexy as hell. I’m shocked that I respond immediately and do as he asks. I hear the rustling of clothing and think he is undressing. Sensing him moving toward me, I let out a sigh of relief, then whimper as he passes me to sit on the bed.

He sits, with his legs spread wide, three feet in front of me, his cock standing at attention. I take half a step forward, but when he says, “Stop,” I freeze.

Gawking at Preston’s naked body, I’m not sure what to expect. I’ve never waited for instructions. I’ve always been the one giving them. I’ve never willingly allowed another person so much control, and I’m shocked to find it so freeing. Shifting my weight from leg to leg, I wait for him to say something, anything.

“You’re so sexy.” His garbled voice draws my attention away from his length. I find he is focused solely on my pussy, and I nearly moan. “Never have I ever masturbated in front of someone.”

My body goes up in flames, and I’m unable to speak.

“Is this a first I’m going to get or not, Emory?” His voice isn’t harsh, but it’s commanding and leaves no room for debate.

I nod, feeling ashamed, which even I know is stupid. When I dare a peek, I find Preston smiling like the king of the castle. My eyes double in size as his hand wraps around the bulging head of his erection. I’m mesmerized as he strokes, up and down, over and over again.

“Do we need a refresher on the rules?” His words snap me back to awareness.

“No,” I say more confidently than I feel.

Preston leans back on his forearm as he watches me. “I’m waiting for my kiss.”