Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(90)

I can’t hold in the sigh that escapes me. What am I going to do with myself?

Before I have to answer that question, Kingston returns, crawling into bed and pulling me toward him. I gladly curl up beside him, my head resting on his chest, the gentle thump of his heart beating against my ear.

Kingston kisses my forehead, his arm tightening around me. And I’ve got the answer to my original question. Apparently, I’m staying the night.

And I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I like the comfort that he affords me. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel desired. Sometimes, being a single mom, I feel neither of those things. For the most part, my world revolves around Bianca. My only thoughts revolve around keeping her safe, keeping her healthy, keeping her happy. I don’t spend much time thinking about me, I guess. But when I see myself through Kingston’s eyes … I feel sexy and feminine and … me.

Kingston’s lips brush my forehead again, and I notice his fingers are gently caressing my shoulder. I curl into him a little more, my hand resting on the solid slab of his chest, loving the hardness of him. I can feel myself drifting, but I’m desperately trying to stay awake, not wanting to miss a minute of being with this man.

“You should probably sleep,” he whispers, his breath fanning my hair. “That way you’ll be all rested up when I take you again.”

A warm, sinfully delicious chill dances down my spine. I love the smooth rumble of his voice, the way his muscles flex when he moves, the intoxicating scent of him. In fact, I enjoy it so much I’m still thinking about it as I finally give in and drift off to sleep.





35

Kingston

Saturday, November 19th

I’m awake at my usual time, but instead of going for a run, I remain in my bed, my arms wrapped around a soft, warm body, my fingers brushing over smooth, silky skin. I can’t bring myself to get up, although in my defense, part of my anatomy—a very demanding part—has been up for a while.

Being a guy—probably that guy at one time, even—when I’ve woken up with a woman in bed with me before, rolling over, mounting her, and then getting off was usually the first thing I thought about.

Not the case with Ellie, although the idea of sinking inside her is making my dick twitch.

No, this morning, I’m more interested in watching her sleep, listening to the soft snore that escapes her every so often. It’s cute. Whether or not it should be, I don’t have a clue. Still, I find myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. Don’t want her to wake up and find me staring since that could be quite traumatic for her.

I’ve probably been lying here for a good hour, I guess, and my dick is getting harder by the second. The more I look at her, the more I want her. If only she would wake up.

Her hand moves along my stomach, and I instantly suck in a breath, my abs contracting beneath her touch. I watch, mesmerized by the way her smooth fingers glide over my stomach. Up, down. I don’t think she’s awake, but then I have to wonder when that beautiful f*cking hand starts moving lower … and lower … until finally it disappears beneath the sheet draped over my hips.

“Aww … God.” Her fingers wrap around my dick, stroking ever so softly…

Ellie leans forward, her lips grazing my nipple. “Mmm.”

Her moan makes my dick pulse in her hand.

“So, I see you’re up,” she mumbles with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, I’m definitely up. Keep doing that and I’m going to be up inside you in a minute.”

“Promises, promises.”

My hips thrust forward, driving my dick into her fist, and she chuckles again.

I’m tempted to pull her on top of me, but quite frankly, I’m enjoying the hand job far too much right now. She seems to realize this as her mouth trails over my chest, my stomach…

Yep, I’m once again holding my breath as her head disappears beneath the sheet.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to be teaching her wicked, kinky things when she does stuff like that. Her mouth is … perfection.

I grip the sheet with my free hand and fling it away so that I can watch her. She obviously realizes that’s what I want, because Ellie turns her head over so that she’s looking up my body, her light green eyes meeting mine.

“You have a wicked mouth,” I tell her.

She closes that mouth around the head of my dick, her tongue flicking the swollen crown.

“Especially when you do that.” God, I love when she does that.

Ellie opens her mouth and uses her tongue to caress my shaft, her eyes still locked with mine.

“Don’t stop now. I love watching the way my dick slides past those pretty lips.”

Her eyes widen and I know she likes when I talk dirty to her.

I manage to shift so that I’m propped up a little more, bringing my hand closer to her head. I slide my fingers into her sleep-mussed hair, cupping the top of her head.

“Yes…” I hiss. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

Unable to move because the pleasure is all-consuming, I watch Ellie suck my dick. She’s so f*cking beautiful it steals my breath. When her fist joins her mouth, wrapping firmly around the base of my dick, I know I’m going to have to stop her soon or I’ll come in her mouth. I love the idea of that, but I want to be inside of her more.