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“All the way to the Valley?”
“If you need him to, yes.” His eyes met mine with an unspoken question.
Was I going home with him?
Probably.
God, this was hard.
It was a terrible idea.
It really was.
Yet here we were.
Slow dancing, contemplating leaving the club to go to his place.
Would one night be so terrible?
We were consenting adults, and it wasn’t like either of us was a virgin.
Why couldn’t we just fuck to our heart’s content?
“Don’t think so much,” he whispered against my ear. “Let’s go.”
He motioned to Grim who immediately took the proffered credit card and handed it to a waitress. Kingston took care of the bill and within a few minutes we were led out the same way we’d come in. Grim opened the door to a waiting Land Rover, and Kingston held out a hand to help me inside.
We collapsed into the back seat with me on his lap, and Grim quickly closed the door. “Where are we headed, boss?” he asked, meeting Kingston’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Take the long way to my place,” Kingston said, wrapping his arms around me.
“You got it.”
“What are we doing?” I whispered.
“You tell me.”
“I don’t know.”
“I really want to kiss you, Devyn.”
“I want that too.”
“So… yes?”
I was going to hell in a fucking handbasket.
But the trip there was going to be so much fun.
“Yes.”
When he leaned in, those emerald eyes focused on mine, there wasn’t a force on this earth that could have stopped me from letting him kiss me. Not even Grim being in the driver’s seat. He wasn’t creepy, though. Something about Grim was comforting, as if I knew without being told I could trust him. My back was to him, so he couldn’t see anything anyway.
And now Kingston Knight was going to kiss me.
His lips were soft but firm against mine, the pressure light as we tentatively came together. He took the lead without doing much of anything, one warm hand on the side of my face as our mouths opened. The slow, purposeful slide of his tongue against mine was deliciously precise. This man didn’t just know what he was doing—he’d made kissing an art.
There was nothing rushed about the way he teased my tongue into dancing with his. It was soft and smooth and hot, like the sweetest ice cream covered in hot fudge. But this was better.
