Free Candy Kisses by Bernadette Marie Page A

burn just at the junction where the swells of her breast parted. Her eyes fell closed and she sucked in a breath when he unfastened the next button on her pajamas.
    “Preston, I’m fine.” Her voice was just a whisper, a weak protest for him to stop. But he didn’t.
    The next button had been released and the flannel parted. Preston cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed each one of them sucking her nipple between his lips. Heat shot through her from her groin up through her to her chest. The breath she had taken in whooshed from her lungs as her hands come off the door and to his head. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he pushed her top from her shoulders. She dropped her arms for a moment and let the shirt fall to the floor before reaching back to him and tangling her fingers in his hair.
    Preston’s lips were back at hers and she was hungry for him. The protest was over as he nipped her lip, biting down hard enough to send the signal of pain, but when mixed with the pleasure it only stirred the heat inside of her making her hotter. He pulled her legs up around his waist. Tabitha’s arms encircled his neck as he carried her to the hall.
    Their tongues danced fast and quick, his hands gripped her bottom, and she pulled him to her tighter. He leaned her against the wall and the cold shot through her forcing her to tear away from him.
    “Your room.” His mouth was back at hers. “Where’s your room?”
    She pointed down the hall and he stumbled, with her wrapped around him, to the open door.
    The room was dark and she was much too busy to guide him. But when she heard the smack of his leg on the end of the bed and she fell back she couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you alright?”
    “I’m fine,” he said as he bent over to rub his calf. “Sorry I dropped you.”
    “I think you meant to.”
    “Maybe.” He walked around the bed and pulled her legs to shift her right in front of him. Her breath caught. For an instant as he looked down at her unbuttoning his shirt, she wondered what she was doing. This was just how it moved too far too fast. But as his shirt fell away and the hard lines of his chest were shadowed by the light from the hallway, he leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her, and their skin touched, she didn’t care how fast it all was moving.
    To hell with what she thought about relationships that were carelessly forged, she decided as his chest brushed against her sensitive nipples. Forget that she didn’t believe in love at first sight or true love at all, she tucked away the thought his mouth moved across her chest. At that moment, all she wanted was Preston Banks to kiss her until she no longer could remember why she didn’t believe in love, romance, and happily ever after.
    Preston’s lips were warm on her skin and as his weight pressed down on her. He kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach as he inched her flannel bottoms off.
    He stood just looking down at her. She was naked and exposed to him. “God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was soft.
    Tabitha fought the urge to cover her body, which, like his, was lit only by the light from the hallway. She could see in his eyes he wasn’t judging her, he wasn’t expecting too much of her either, he was strictly admiring her.
    What kind of foreplay was this? Her heart squeezed in her chest and she was afraid it was the worst kind. It was the kind that took you under and you couldn’t breathe. The kind that made you worry about someone else for the rest of your life and made you never want to spend a moment apart from him.
    She knew what was happening, and even so, she watched as he undressed. Her fingers dug into the comforter as she fought to rip the rest of his clothing from him. But as each layer was stripped away she simply admired the beauty of his skin, his muscles, and his confidence.
    He stopped what had been a beautiful strip tease and took a moment to pull his wallet from his