Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(59)



Only it can’t happen. Not yet.

And that’s not to say that I’m a man of endless willpower, but I am a man who can hold out for the right time. I want her more than anything, but I want her to be ready.

However, I do need another kiss to tide me over until next time. Sliding my hands down her shoulders, her back, then over the glorious curves of her ass, I grip her tightly and pull her to me. I know she can feel the ridge of my erection, but I can’t hide it.

Ellie moans when my tongue slides into her mouth. She’s so damn sweet I think I’m addicted already.

Her hips press forward, and it’s my turn to groan. My dick is pressed against the soft warmth between her legs. It would be so easy to lift her up, carry her in the house, and spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

My dick hates me when I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers while we both try to catch our breath.

“Good night, Ellie,” I whisper, leaning in and stealing another kiss. This time I draw it out, sliding my tongue past the seam of her lips. She opens to me, her tongue gliding against mine. I swallow her soft moan, willing my dick to chill the f*ck out.

When I pull back this time, there’s a question in her eyes. I think she expects me to follow her inside, but I’m not.

“Good night?” She definitely sounds confused.

“I’ll call you later,” I tell her, her hand still clutching my fingers as I take a step back. She doesn’t release me until our arms are straight out. It makes me chuckle because I don’t think she realizes she’s still holding on.

“When do you leave town?” she asks, finally letting go.

“Not until Wednesday.”

“Okay. Text me.”

She sounds a little stupefied, which is also cute. Unable to resist, I step forward again, pull her against me, and crush my mouth to hers. This time electricity sizzles in the air around us as the passion ignites. I groan against her lips as I attempt to inhale her. She’s so damn soft and she smells so good I don’t want to walk away, but I know I have to.

Remembering that we’re on her front porch and the limo is still idling at the curb, I manage to break away, though I would prefer to slip into the privacy of her house and make love to her for the rest of the night.

Another groan escapes me as I force myself to step back.

“Good night, little girl.”

“Night.”

Heat sparkles in her eyes, and I have to turn away or I’m going to pick her up and carry her inside.

And as much as I want to do that, I’m going to have to put that on hold a little while longer.



Ellie: Is it wrong that I really wish you would’ve come inside?

Kingston: Do you?

Ellie: Yes. No. I don’t know. When I think about it, I definitely wish you had.

Kingston: Are you hot for me, little girl?

Ellie: Maybe.

Kingston: How hot?

Ellie: Are you wanting me to sext with you?

Kingston: Do you want to sext with me?

Ellie: You’re a bad boy, Mount Rushmore.

Kingston: You don’t even know the half of it.

Ellie: I’m just curious… Why didn’t you collect on the bet tonight?

Kingston: Because it wasn’t the right time?

Ellie: For you or for me?

Kingston: For both. When the time’s right, we’ll know.

Ellie: Why does that make me like you more?

Kingston: More? Does that mean you like me?

Ellie: No.

Kingston: Right. But you would’ve liked me to strip that pretty dress off you with my teeth.

Ellie: Do you know I haven’t had sex in three years?

Kingston: Uh…

Ellie: No comeback?

Kingston: Three years? Are you f*cking serious?

Ellie: Very.

Kingston: I wish I had known that before I left you standing on your front porch. It explains why you always look like you want to eat me alive.

Ellie: I do not.

Kingston: Oh, you do. You definitely do.





22

Ellie

Monday, October 31st

If someone tries to tell you that Halloween is just for kids … they haven’t been to an adult Halloween party. If it weren’t for the fact that my daughter isn’t a fan of the holiday—since she was little, she has only wanted to hand out candy—I’d be at home tonight. Instead, I’m at the Penalty Box, watching a bunch of people dressed up in costumes act like children.

It’s kind of cool, actually.

We’ve done this since we opened, and it seems to get a better turnout every year. It helps that I’ve got a handful of Austin Arrows players in attendance, wearing their jerseys. They might know how to navigate on ice, but no one said they would win for creativity. However, their presence alone has brought the place to capacity.

“You doing okay?” Noelle asks as she passes by with a tray of chicken wings, fried pickles, and seasoned fries.

“Good. You?”

Her smile is bright and sweet, and if I’m not mistaken, she is oddly … happy.

“Never better.”

Not happy in the normal sense of the word, because Noelle is always happy. No, this is different. Maybe wistful is the better term. I’m not sure what’s causing that, but it could possibly be the fact that Spencer is here tonight.

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