He felt his breath caught again as she gripped rightly on his hair, holding him firmly in place, still wrapped around her, still with his neck to her blade. Preston refused to let himself be afraid, exhaling hot air slowly against her skin, forcing himself to relax. His free hand shot up, grabbing at her jaw. The brunette turned his head, just enough to whisper in her ear. "Indeed it is." As he spoke, he let loose the hold he had on her, dragging his fingers lazily down her neck, reaching for the soft fabric of her shirt and beginning to slowly pull away at it, tugging one side down her shoulder. This girl had guts, and an interesting set of boundaries - he'd give her that much, but he'd been playing this game for so long at that point, he figured there was nothing she could do that he couldn't handle.
