Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(137)
“Ellie… Baby…” His words are a mere whisper against my mouth. His hips rock forward, back, forward, back. “I love you… I’ve never… God, baby, I’ve never felt like this before.”
I match his rhythm, rocking my hips in time to meet his gentle thrusts, forcing him to move. He’s taking this way too slow and I need more.
Kingston lifts his head slightly. His smile is warm. “Slow, baby. Let’s take it slow.”
I shake my head. I don’t want slow. I want him to take me with that unrestrained wildness that he’s shown me before. I want to make him lose control.
He nods. “I’m not… I don’t want to go too fast.”
I giggle. “Well, that’s not what your name implies … Rush.”
With a rumbling chuckle, Kingston rolls us so that I’m on top. I suck in a breath as he hits that one spot guaranteed to make me lose my mind. One of his hands is on my ass, holding me to him, keeping me from controlling the pace, while the other grips the back of my neck, forcing my mouth to his. He’s kissing me and somehow making love to me while I’m straddling him. No, wait. This is more than making love. This is…
Kingston is possessing me, and I’ve never felt anything like it.
I roll my hips, taking him deeper.
He growls as he pulls his mouth from mine. He doesn’t allow me to sit up, though, his fingers curling in my hair as he cups the back of my head. His hips begin moving faster, and I find myself holding on, my arms wrapped under his shoulders.
“Kingston…” I can hardly breathe because this feels so good. “Yes … keep doing … that.”
He does and I let myself soar, a fire burning wild and bright inside me as my orgasm builds.
“Come for me, Ellie,” he whispers against my ear. “I need to feel you… Need to love you, baby… God, you feel so good… Oh, f*ck.”
“That…” I demand. “Just like that.”
He continues to thrust into me, hitting that perfect spot that makes brilliant sparks of light flash behind my closed eyelids.
“Kingston… Oh, yes… I’m gonna come… You’re gonna make me…”
“I love you, Ellie. God, baby, I love you.”
Those words, said in that deep, gruff, nearly wild whisper, set me free. My body shatters and I clutch Kingston as tightly as I can.
“Fuck … yes … Ellie… I’m—”
“I love you, Kingston,” I whisper into his ear. “Love you with all that I am.”
When he lets go, it releases something inside of me, and I’m once again splintering as he holds me, his breaths broken, and I know that he’s sobbing against me. It opens the dam and I’m crying, too, holding him as tightly as I can.
“Never letting you go, Ellie. Never letting you go.”
This time, I’m going to hold him to that promise.
57
Kingston
Saturday, February 25th I hear voices coming from the other room, and it takes a minute for me to figure out where I am.
Holy shit.
The sun is shining in through the slats in the blinds.
I’m in Ellie’s bed.
Oh, God. And I’m naked.
Shit. It’s morning and I’m naked in Ellie’s bed and … that is definitely Bianca’s voice I hear coming from the other room.
As though I’m a teenage boy about to be discovered by some girl’s parents, I am out of the bed and almost dressed within thirty seconds. Okay, maybe more like a minute because I had to take extra care not to zip something specific up in my jeans when I couldn’t find my underwear. But I am covered.
“Good morning.”
I jerk my head over to the door and see Ellie peeking in the room, her smile making her entire face light up.
“I made eggs and bacon. Come eat.”
I look toward the kitchen. Surely Ellie doesn’t mean I should come out there now. While Bianca is there. She’ll know I spent the night and…
“It’s okay,” she assures me, as though reading my mind.
“Can I … uh…” I nod toward the bathroom. “Get a minute?”
“Yep.” She’s gone as fast as she appeared.
I take a deep breath and make a beeline for her bathroom. I use the facilities, splash water on my face, and brush my teeth using Ellie’s toothpaste and my finger. None of that makes a damn bit of difference, because I’m still terrified to walk out of this room. Another deep breath and I manage to open the bathroom door and…
“Shit!” I hit the door when I jump back. “Oh, God. Sorry. I didn’t—”
“I’m sorry,” Bianca says from where she’s standing in Ellie’s doorway. “I am really sorry for sending that text. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really didn’t.”
My heart is still slamming into my ribs, but I manage to take a step closer.
“Please tell me you’re not mad. I really didn’t mean—”
Bianca’s tears slay me and I reach for her, pulling her in for a hug. Her arms go around me and she hugs me back, sobbing against my shirt.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “I’m not mad. I understand why you did it.”