Preston leaned in closer, and I didn’t move away, his fingers winding their way up my arm toward my chin. He brushed his thumb across my cheek, and I all but swooned.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I will if you don’t.” I laughed, shifting to the side as I joked, but then his hold on my chin solidified, and he angled it toward him before meeting my lips with his.
Oh…fuck. Yes, please.
Kissing Preston went straight to my core, and considering the extended dry spell I’d been in, I could sense a swift and pointed end to that lack of satisfaction if we kept this up. I had a choice to make; taking him back to my apartment would certainly be a lot of fun.
Then again, could I wait that long?
“Shit, I have somewhere I’m meant to be soon…” The regret was evident in Preston’s voice as he glanced around the bar. His hands lowered and tightened around my waist, and a whine escaped me at the idea of him leaving, a noise that pulled his face back to mine, his brows knitted together.
Well, that made up my mind for me. I wanted this. But I needed to be sure.
“Girlfriend?” I asked before I made a considerable effort to ride this man like a pony before he got away.
“No. No, girlfriend. It’s, umm…work stuff,” he said, smile widening as the tightness in my chest eased.
“How long do you have?” I chewed my lip, making distinct eyes at the back door that was only a few steps across the bar.
He followed my gaze, a groan escaping him as he looked back to me, his fingers pleasantly digging into my hips. “Thirty minutes?”
“Perfect. Follow me.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar, through a door, and into the back alley.
Suddenly, we were outside. The fresh air hit us, and my head swam, but not from the booze. Once out of the musty bar, I could smell Preston even more.
He was fuckingdelicious.
“Holy hell, the way you smell…” My words trailed off as I pulled him against me, my back hitting the rough brick of the exterior wall of the bar.
Preston leaned in, his hips meeting mine, and I could feel how excited he was. Damn, that was more than enough to have me right on the edge. It’d been too long, and this alpha was something else, something that got into my blood stronger than any alcohol could.
I reached up, pulling his lips to me again, and lost everything to the kiss. Preston’s hands roamed over my skin, finding the hem of this stupidly short dress, and I was downright dripping with need. I’d never been a back-alley kind of girl, but with an alpha like this, I was going to take it anywhere I could.
“Hailey,” Preston murmured, his lips dancing over the side of my neck. “Goddamn, you smell fucking fantastic.”
“So do you,” I whined, already grinding myself on him. “Please. I can’t stand it. I need you to fuck me.”
He reeled back, his concerned stare meeting my lidded gaze. “Are yousure? I wouldn’t want to?—”
“Would you shut up and fuck me already?” I yanked him to my mouth once more, reaching between us to rub his cock through his jeans.
Groaning, Preston snatched my arm and pressed it back against the wall, doing the same with the other one. His stare burned into mine, making me squirm, and then he dipped his head, hovering his mouth over my breast.
“I’ll fuck you, gorgeous. It’ll be the best damn part of my day.” His mouth clamped down over my dress, finding my nipple through the fabric and biting down. “I just need you to say that you’re allfuckingmine.”
Chapter 3
Preston
Hailey’s scent filled my nose, all strawberries and cream and blisteringly sweet arousal. There was no part of me that didn’t notice how badly she wanted this right now, and goddamn, it was hot as hell.
My cock strained behind my zipper, aching for some attention, and I only wished that I had longer than I did. I needed plenty of time with this omega to savor her.
Stupid reality ruining things again.
Teasing her, I bit down on Hailey’s nipple through the slip of a dress she wore. The damn thing hardly counted as clothing, and as much as I loved the look of it on her, my possessive instincts were pissed that any other alpha might get a look at her perfect ass.