Chapter 80

    His stare make me shiver and then I cried out loud when without a warning he pressed his face against my breast, my back arched as his tongue began to whip slowly across the peaks of my breasts, that still painfully sensitive from our recent intense lovemaking.

    When he loosed my hands to cup one quivering peak I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pushing through the ebony strands still damp from our recent exertions to cradle his skull and hold him against me.

    My hands stayed in his hair when he lifted his head and grinned down at me.

    "Also there is no point trying to hide from me in a bed this small."

    The bed was vast but I let it pass. "I wasn't trying to hide," I protested.

    He arched an ironic brow, making my eyes slide guilty from his.

    "I was cold."

    "Cold?" Preston laid his hand possessively on the soft feminine curve