Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(87)

It’s hard to take things slow when I can’t seem to get enough of her. Like our first time—in the shower. I’ve thought about all the things I could’ve done differently, savored her, explored her … but then I think about how desperate my body was to feel hers and I realize I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

And tonight… I know what direction we are going, I’m simply not sure what path I will take to get there. Slow and seductive seems fitting, but the ache in my balls tells me I’m going to have to rein it in for that to work.

Ellie’s fingers find the button on my jeans, and as she works it free, I try to come up with a game plan. When she manages to slip her hand inside my jeans, wrapping her cool fingers around my dick, all rational thought flees.

But there is one thing I keep replaying in my head: No matter what happens, I have to get control of this situation.

That, or this is going to be a one-man show.





34

Ellie

I’m so lost in Kingston’s kiss, so eager to get him naked, I’m taken a little by surprise when he grips my wrists in each of his hands and halts me from exploring him further. The next thing I know, he has relocated my hands behind my back, both wrists ringed by his long fingers, and his lips are caressing my jaw.

“I told myself that the next time I had you, I was gonna take my time,” he mumbles softly against my ear. “And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

I’m not sure I can handle him taking his time. I want to feel him inside me right now. I don’t want to wait. Despite the orgasm he gave me with his mouth earlier, there is an ache between my thighs that can only be sated by his cock.

“Next time,” I say, trying to get him to kiss me again. Without the use of my hands, that is a hell of a lot harder than it should be.

Kingston chuckles.

“This time,” he states firmly as he pulls me with him toward the bed.

I’m standing between his legs once he sits on the mattress, while Kingston looks up at me with hooded eyes. I love the way he does a slow perusal of my body, his eyes skimming my overheated skin, causing a delicious tremor to erupt in my core.

In this moment, I don’t see any of the flaws I usually see in myself. I don’t focus on the fact that my left boob is slightly bigger than the right, or that the hair on my arms is a little too dark, or my hands aren’t dainty and cute like some women. Oh, and the big one … I don’t fret over the fact that my thighs definitely touch and I’ve got stretch marks. None of those things matter. The way he looks at me makes me feel as though I am perfect in every way.

He releases my hands, but before I can go back to what I’d started earlier, he’s already making commands. “Turn around.”

Not quite sure what to expect, I slowly pivot so that I’m facing away from him.

“Unbutton your jeans.”

I do as I’m instructed.

Kingston’s rough hands caress my sides as he works his thumbs beneath the waistband of my jeans and then begins forcing them down, over my hips, then down my legs.

“Step out of them.”

I don’t argue.

When I’m standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, I feel a little self-conscious, especially since I can’t see his face.

“Fucking phenomenal ass,” he mumbles, his words spoken in a rough whisper that makes my nipples harden.

His hands cup my ass, kneading the flesh. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his warm skin against mine. I have no idea what he is doing, other than possibly looking at me, but I also don’t care. As long as he doesn’t stop touching me, I can endure.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

He pulls me back a step and I move so that his thighs are bracing my legs.

An involuntary moan escapes when his lips brush against my spine, the hair on his face sensually tickling my sensitive skin. I manage to hold myself together as he continues to kiss my back, his hands still squeezing my ass. It’s never occurred to me until now just how erogenous that area is.

Kingston gently urges me forward, making me move away from the bed before he pulls my thong down by sliding his hands beneath the thin straps on my hips and tugging. The silky fabric falls to the floor around my ankles, but I don’t move. Can’t. Hell, I can hardly breathe.

His lips are everywhere, his hands sliding up my thighs, over my ass again. I’m aware of his tongue as it glides down my spine slowly.

“Oh, God,” I moan when the warmth darts between my ass cheeks. I have no idea what he is doing, what he is even planning on doing, but I’m not sure I care. Okay, yes, I’m a little nervous because his exploration is extremely foreign to me, but it feels too freaking good to make him stop.

Before I have too much time to wonder, he pulls me backward, forcing me to sit against him, his denim-covered cock pressing against my butt, his bare chest against my back.

Big, strong hands reach around, cupping my breasts, which are still restrained by my red bra. The red bra I put on this morning with the optimistic notion that this might happen. I’ve never been so happy that I was prepared.

Kingston’s lips find my neck, and I tilt my head while his fingers work between my breasts to unclasp my bra.

“I hope you know that I fully intend to take you up on your request.”

I can feel the rumble of his words against my back. “What request is that?” I honestly don’t know what he is talking about. My brain isn’t exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.