Chapter Seventeen
Preston
I wanted her. Holy f*****g s**t, I wanted her so goddamn bad I could taste it. I was so close to f*****g her right there on the beach, just throwing her down on the sand so she could feel how much I needed her. By the look in her eyes, she wanted it too. It took all I had to walk away from her.
For the rest of the night, I was tempted to go to her room. Instead, I handled my own business—coming so hard I probably burst a blood vessel—then logged onto my computer to look at the list. But every time I got geared up to go for a kill, I stopped at the door, my guns strapped at the hip.
I couldn’t leave Emma, not when I’d almost lost her before. Being near my parents’ home was a constant mindfuck. There were too many factors closing in on me, especially with Shelly
