Assumption (Underground Kings #1)(41)

“I wouldn’t—” I start to tell him that I would never even think about Justin like that, but his finger covers my lips and his head lowers towards mine.
“I know you wouldn’t. I still didn’t like it.” He takes away his finger and lowers his face towards mine.
The first touch of his lips is soft, and my eyes flutter closed as his hand runs along my jaw to the back of my neck. I whimper when his tongue runs along my bottom lip before nipping it with his teeth. My hands find their way into his hair so I can hold him to me. His hips shift and his hand at my hair travels down along my side then up and under the shirt I’m wearing, settling just below my breast.
As his mouth devours mine, I pull my mouth from his, pressing my head back into the pillow, lifting my chest, trying to get his hand to move. His thumb sweeps over my nipple; the slight contact has me moaning loudly.
“I need to see you,” he rumbles, pulling away. His hands go to the hem of the shirt, pulling it off over my head and tossing it to the floor behind him.
I start to cover myself, but his hands capture mine and tug them above my head. His eyes travel down my body, and when they come back to mine, the dark hunger I see makes me hold my breath. His mouth lowers towards mine again, his tongue plunging between my lips, not giving me a choice but to kiss him back. When his mouth leaves mine, traveling down my neck, he sucks my collarbone, causing my hips to lift and my chest to rise higher. His mouth starts a slow trek around my breast before I feel warm, wet heat cover my nipple. My body arches off the bed, and one of his hands leaves mine above my head and travels down to cup my other breast, his fingers rolling over my nipple, causing a moan to climb up my throat.
My hand goes to his shoulder, holding on as his hand navigates down over my stomach, causing my muscles to contract and wetness to gather between my thighs. The first feeling of his fingers along my pubic bone has me panicking, but want quickly takes over as one slides under the edge of my shorts and panties and then down to roll over my clit.
“Soaked,” he growls, his head lifting and his eyes locking on mine.
His finger lowers, entering me slowly as his eyes watch me closely. I don’t know whether to pull away or to lift my hips for more. When his hand leaves me, I cry out, only to be startled when I feel my panties and shorts being tugged off. Before I have a chance to think, his fingers are back and he adds his thumb, rolling it over the bundle of nerves that has me clawing at his shoulders.
“I really want to f*cking taste you, but no way can I do that yet.” His jaw locks and a look of desperation fills his eyes. “My control is slipping, so I need you to come for me.”
I don’t understand what’s wrong, but as if he spoke directly to my body, I come on a cry, my head falling back and my eyes closing. The pull from below my belly button expands and explodes through my body. When the feeling subsides, I lift my head, still trying to catch my breath.
“Fucking exquisite,” he whispers, his eyes meeting mine, his fingers still lazily stroking between my legs.
I bite my lip, wondering what to do. I have never experienced anything like that before, and it’s been years since I’ve had sex. I feel completely out of my league and overwhelmed.
“Don’t,” he states firmly, making my eyes travel back to him. “Do not leave me here. Not right now.” His hands leave me as he crawls up my body, cocooning around me.
I clear my throat and shake my head. “I wasn’t. I mean…I just don’t know what I’m doing, so I feel—”
“Overwhelmed,” he states, running his nose along mine. “That’s why I didn’t do all the things I really want to do to you. I could see it in your eyes that you were unsure.” He kisses my forehead and rolls to his side, pulling me with him. “How long has it been?” he asks softly, gliding his fingers down my spine then back up again.
“A little over ten years.” I close my eyes in embarrassment and only open them when I realize that not only is his body tense, but he doesn’t seem to be breathing. “Are you okay?” I get up on my elbow so I can look at his face.
“Fuck,” he mutters as his eyes open. “How the hell have you kept yourself away from men for the last ten years?”
“It’s not hard when you’re not interested,” I answer truthfully, looking away from him.
“Until me.”
I hear the smugness in his voice and my eyes go back to him, narrowing when I see the smirk on his face. “My tastes could always change.”
“They won’t,” he says confidently.
“They might,” I huff, and his smirk turns into a full smile as he rolls on top of me.
“They won’t,” he repeats, this time kissing me silent.
“We’re not going out,” Kenton says as soon as I walk around the corner into the kitchen.
He’s wearing a dark-burgundy button-down shirt that looks like it’s custom-made for him. With the top button released, the shirt is tucked into a pair of black slacks that hug his thighs and show off his lean waist. I don’t know how it’s possible for him to look just as hot dressed up as he does in jeans. Seeing him like this has me craving to see him in a suit.
His eyes do a head-to-toe sweep, and I stumble slightly when our eyes lock. The look in his eyes is so dark and hungry that I can’t even take a breath. After he kissed me quiet earlier, he got out of bed and got dressed, telling me that he had some stuff to do, but we had a date and to make sure I was ready. I nodded, unable to talk, and watched as he left the room.
I got up, made some coffee, and ate a piece of toast before heading back upstairs to get ready for my first date. I took an extra-long shower, making sure I shaved everything from the neck down and scrubbed every inch of my body. I chose a dark-blue wrap dress that hugs my curves and shows some cleavage without being slutty. The shoes are what completes the outfit—gold stilettos with a strap across the tops of my toes and a thick band around my ankle. I did my makeup the same way I’d done the night I went to the club—simple with dark-red lipstick.