Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(93)

Ellie glances out the window, then back over to me. I wonder what she’s thinking. I know what I’m thinking, and with any luck, we’re on the same wavelength.

“Did your dad and your brothers make it into town?”

Okay, that’s definitely not on the same wavelength. Still, I say, “Yeah. They got in this morning. I’m sure they’ve taken over my entire house by now. Scott said something about making dinner tonight.”

Her eyes widen as she continues to stare at me. “You’re gonna let him use your kitchen?”

I know she’s teasing, but the truth is, I threatened Scott within an inch of his life if he screwed anything up. Of course, he gave me the finger. I continue to watch Ellie, waiting for her to say what’s on her mind. The blue light from the dash highlights her face, and I can see the question in her eyes.

“Are we gonna sit in the parking lot all night?”

“Not all night,” I tell her.

“Did you have something else in mind? Besides taking me home?”

I nod, then reach over and run my hand down her arm.

“You want to have sex in your truck?” she asks. I can hear the hitch in her breath.

“If only it were that easy.” I know better than that. There is no way we could possibly have sex in this truck. I’m too damn tall and so is she. However, there are other things we can do. “But I do have one idea.”

“What’s that?”

“It requires you to come over here.” I push the button to slide my seat all the way back, then lift the steering wheel up.

“Over there?” Ellie points to my lap.

I nod, then peer out the window to make sure no one is watching us. The parking lot is full, but we’re parked at the very back of the lot. If anyone strolls by, I doubt they’ll even see us.

Without hesitating, Ellie climbs over the center console and straddles my lap as best she can. It certainly helps that she’s not wearing jeans to hinder her progress. It also helps me that she’s not wearing jeans to hinder my progress.

“What are you thinking?” she asks as she grinds against me.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” I whisper as I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine.

I’ve spent most of the day trying to resist this woman, and although we’re in my truck, parked in a public parking lot, and anyone could happen upon us at any time, I can’t resist. Ellie wants adventurous, and though this isn’t anything outrageous, it’s the best I can offer right now.

Plus, I really wasn’t kidding. It’s been damn near impossible to keep my hands off her.





Ellie

As soon as Kingston’s mouth is on mine, everything else fades into the background. I hardly hear the music playing softly through the speakers, I don’t notice the people coming in and out of the restaurant, nor do I see the cars parked all around us. The only thing I can focus on is the way his tongue works mine, the way his hands are sliding up beneath my sweater.

I’ve been wanting him to touch me all day long. I even thought about suggesting we take a little detour, but I’m not all that creative when it comes to this stuff.

But he seems to be.

“Remember that night when I made you come with my fingers?” he whispers against my lips.

I nod. I most certainly do remember that.

“I want to do it again.”

“Here?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” How can I possibly object to that?

Once again, Kingston’s mouth is on mine, and his hands are roaming freely beneath my sweater. My body aches for him. I’ve been thinking about him nonstop since Saturday, wondering when I would possibly get to have him to myself again. It’s been a busy week, and with the holiday, it’s hard to predict any free time.

“Unhook your bra,” he says softly, his lips never leaving mine.

I reach behind my back and quickly unhook the clasp.

Kingston’s hands are instantly on my breasts, and I draw in a sharp breath, the feel of his rough fingers against my sensitive skin exquisite.

“You like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” I murmur against his mouth.

While he teases my nipples, I grip his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. At this rate, he’s not going to have to do a whole lot to send me over the edge. I nip his lower lip when his right hand slides into my leggings, then beneath my panties.

“Kingston…” I sigh, pulling my mouth from his.

“I love how wet you get for me.”

His finger teases my clit briefly and I whimper. Our eyes lock, and I know he can see everything I’m feeling, even in the dim light from the dashboard. This man knows exactly what to do to make me wild, and I think he’s well aware of that.

“Lift your hips.”

I do as he says and he rewards me by pushing one finger inside me. I have to grab his shoulders as the pleasure rockets through me. He adds another finger, thrusting slowly. I can’t help it; I need more friction so I begin pushing against his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”

His voice is so rough, so deep… The way his eyes glitter in the darkness… I’m lost, completely overwhelmed by sensation.

“More,” I plead, well aware that I am once again begging him.