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Kissing Kingston was better than possibly any dessert I’d ever tasted.
He pulled me fully astride him, and I rested my knees on either side of his hips. His erection pressed against my center, and the wave of arousal I felt was primal. It hit me with such force I might have gasped against his mouth.
“Easy, baby.” His eyes found mine I the semi-darkness. “We’re not in a rush.”
Maybe not, but I took the lead this time, crashing my mouth back to his and digging my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. He wasn’t muscular like Z, but every inch of him was hard and toned. As I pressed my torso against his, our lips fused together like our lives depended on this kiss. And maybe they did. Because nothing had ever felt so good.
The heat of our bodies made it hard to breathe, and I shifted uncomfortably, desperate for more but subconsciously terrified I was making a mistake. My body and heart were completely on board, but my brain was still whispering and worrying and reminding me of how much I had to lose.
Kingston dragged his lips from mine and kissed a wet trail down my throat, pausing to nuzzle my collarbone and the bare expanse of skin above my breasts. They were small, so I tended to do my best to camouflage them, but Kingston was intent on baring them. His fingertips trailed beneath the rim of my top, finding the edge of my sports bra. It was one of the least sexy things I owned as far as underwear went, but it was what I always wore to perform in. I hadn’t known I’d be in the back seat of a car making out with the hottest rock star on the planet.
“Is this meant to keep your tits in or men out?” he mumbled as he tried to move the tight fabric out of the way. He didn’t wait for me to answer, tugging the hem of my shirt and bottom of my sports bra up with one swift motion. My breasts popped free, and before I could remember that Grim was just a few feet away, Kingston had one of my nipples in his mouth.
The tension was blissful, and my head fell back, a moan escaping my lips.
He sucked lightly at first, increasing pressure until I cried out.
“You like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
A little too much.
This was fucking heaven.
It had been a long time since I’d wanted a man to touch me like this.
When he moved to the other breast, I dug the fingers of both hands into his hair again, holding his head where I wanted it. I felt him chuckle against my chest, and he used the fingers of one hand to pinch the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth.
His erection was long and hard, rubbing against my core between the layers of our clothes, and the need pulsing through me was heady. I would have given anything for both of us to be naked right now, bodies pressed together, mouths locked, his cock deep inside of me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled against my chest, eyes glassy as he gazed up at me.
I bit my lip, desperate to be connected again. Not having his mouth on some part of my body made me feel empty, and I tugged him closer.
“Kiss me, Kingston. Please.”
I didn’t have to ask twice.
His mouth found mine and there was nothing soft or tentative about this kiss.
He knew exactly what I needed and how I needed it.
A few more minutes of this and there would be no stopping, no turning back, no way to keep things professional.
Kingston Knight was everything every woman who fantasized about him thought he was, and much more.
His kisses burned, singeing my soul from the inside out.
And I couldn’t get enough.
Which was why this had to stop.
Before we did something that could ruin everything.
For both of us.
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