Chapter 8
Preston
Touching was a spectacular idea. I’d been dying to get my hands on Wade since I first thought there could be a possibility of an “us.” And now here he was, between us. Holding back the moan was hard. I wanted to rub all over him. But we needed to take this slow.
At least to start.
When Sawyer released my hand and teasingly slid it under the hem of Wade’s shirt—God, he looked good in my clothes—I took it as my cue to move things along. I pulled one knee under me for leverage, leaned up, and pressed my lips to the edge of his jaw. His skin was soft and smooth, as though he’d just shaved, and I took a little taste, a barely there lick that made him shiver. Or possibly that was whatever Sawyer was doing with his hands.
At the moment, I wasn’t worried about what Sawyer wa
