"Yeah and you’re not doing a very good job of it," she sassed back, biting her lip to hold back the sigh that was threatening to come out from the kisses on her collarbone. It was oddly comforting being touched by someone who knew her so well. Alice could almost forget that it was Preston except for the fact that she remembered his moves as well as he remembered the patterns of her skin.
Preston's lips traveled south lingering at the edge of her shirt before his hands grasped the hem rolling it up her body and over her head allowing his touch to trace the outline of her figure as they went. Every moment was designed to be slow and treacherous as the tension bubbled between the two. Kisses chased from the band of her pants towards he stomach and eventually lingered just under the wire of her bra. In this moment Preston allowed his gaze to catch her own as a mischievous smirk shadowed his lips.
