Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(83)
“Agreed.”
I lean in close to her ear once more. “I hope you know what you’re agreeing to, little girl.”
Her breath hitches.
I nibble her earlobe as I say, “You think vibrators and dildos are kinky … you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Ellie
Ever since Kingston cornered me in my office, I haven’t been able to not think about him or the things he said to me. I want to blame this on Noelle because she’s the one who clued Kingston in to our conversation and the fact that my best friend suggested I let the man kinkify me. It really isn’t Noelle who instigated this, and I know that. It’s merely easier to blame her.
What it boils down to is that I really want Kingston. With a passion I haven’t known in … too long. In fact, I haven’t felt this way since the night I spent with Bianca’s dad—a man I haven’t seen since that night all those years ago. Not to say that I haven’t had sex in all that time, but I certainly haven’t experienced this insane attraction since then.
“It’s all locked up,” Lance calls from the kitchen, his head peeking around the wall. “Heading out. You good?”
Putting the last glass on the rack, I nod. Everyone has left except for Kingston and two other players, who are standing in the corner talking about something. I know Kingston is waiting for me, and I can’t deny that I’m happy about that. Nervous, too. Okay, maybe not nervous. That doesn’t seem like the right word. More like … anxious. Eager.
Yes, that’s more like it.
With a wink, Lance disappears almost at the same time Kingston says good-bye to his teammates, letting them out the door and then locking it back.
When he turns to me, I see the heat register in his dark gaze.
We are alone. Completely.
The way he stalks toward me … that predatory gleam in his eyes … it makes my body temperature spike. I’m not sure a guy has ever looked at me the way Kingston is right now. It both pleases and terrifies me. I know what this is and I’m good with it, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m a little hesitant. Although it’s easy to tell myself that this is temporary and that I will not fall for a guy like Kingston … I’m not sure that’s entirely true.
When he walks around and joins me behind the bar, I turn to face him, my back against the wooden edge. His lips curl at the corners and the heat in his gaze intensifies.
“What are—”
Before I can get the words out, Kingston is lifting me up and planting my butt on the bar top.
In this position, I’m an inch or two taller than him. The way his hands slide up my thighs as he comes to stand between my legs sends a chill dancing down my spine. There are a million things I want to say, but words don’t form on my tongue.
His big hands slip beneath my T-shirt, coming to rest on my waist, his thumbs splayed across my stomach. I suck in a breath as the warmth of his rough hands caresses my greedy nerve endings. I’m hyperaware of every sensation he causes in my body. From the dull ache that has started between my thighs to the heat waves that crash in my veins, everything is magnified by a million right now, right here.
“Please tell me Bianca is spending the night with her friend.”
I smile. “She is.”
A rumble sounds in his chest as he leans closer. “Kiss me, Ellie,” Kingston whispers, his tone dark and seductive.
A few things occur to me.
One, we’re actually not hidden from sight. Two, my common sense has taken a backseat to my baser urges. And three, if Kingston Rush wants to lay me out on this bar and have his wicked way with me right now, I’m game.
Leaning forward, I cup his face, sliding my fingers over the beard that lines his jaw, then up to his hair. The short strands tickle my palms as I lean forward, our breaths mingling.
Instead of kissing him, I nibble his bottom lip briefly, and the resulting rumble in his chest sends a frisson of heat slamming into me.
Our lips meld together, tongues searching, seeking, tasting.
This isn’t a hesitant kiss like we’ve shared before. We’ve already learned the feel of one another’s mouth. This is powerful, almost desperate. I can feel the flex of Kingston’s fingers on my abdomen as he pulls me closer to him. My legs circle his torso, the heels of my boots pressing into his lower back as I try to eliminate what little space is left between us.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Kingston mutters, his lips gliding down my jaw.
Tilting my head, I feel my nipples harden as his mouth travels to my neck, teasing the sensitive skin there.
“I’ve fantasized a million times about laying you out on this bar,” he continues, his hands moving up to my ribs, his thumbs sliding over the satin of my bra to torment my nipples.
An eager cry slips past my lips and I tighten my grip on his hair.
He forces my shirt higher, revealing the red satin beneath.
“Fuck, this is nice,” Kingston mumbles against my skin, his lips skimming between my breasts. “Take the shirt off.”
Although I highlighted the points before, right now, I’m vaguely aware of where we are and the fact that the windows are tinted but they certainly aren’t opaque. If someone wants to see in, all they have to do is lean against the glass. Since all of the lights are off, with the exception of the small ones at either end of the bar, I don’t figure they’ll see all that much. But for some strange reason, I don’t care if they do.