“All the way through now.” He guided her hands back and forward through the swing. “One-two-three,one-two-three.”
Crack.
Nicole turned her head and watched the white trail of the golf ball arc gently into the video of the immaculate emerald lawn covering the black-rock peninsula jutting out into the sea, waves crashing on the boulders and spraying salt water into the air.
The ball dropped onto the fairway, bounced, and trickled to a stop near the center of the field.“Oh, wow.”
“Yes,” he whispered near her shoulder, his arms still around her.“Wow.”
His lips grazed the side of her neck.
A shiver swept from that so-sensitive place on her neck over her body, trembling in her legs.
His weight and warmth withdrew as he stepped back.
Nicole dropped her golf club, spun in his arms, and stepped with him.
A slow smile lifted one side of his mouth.
She was lifting her hands to his shoulders when his arms tightened around her, and he dipped his head. His lips found hers.
Kingston kissed her like he was famished, crushing her against him. One of his hands clutched her cheek in front of her ear, and the other wrapped around her waist and pinned her against his body.
The ocean crashed on the rocks below, a roar in her ears as loud as her pulse. He traced her waist to her hips and wrapped her arm there, lower, pressing her against him.
His body was hard against hers, steel cords of muscle wrapping around his waist and legs, and a hard ridge pressed in the front of his pants.
Nicole pushed herself harder against him, rubbing his body with an undulation of her hips.
With a quick kick, he swept her feet out from underneath her and grabbed her as she fell, following her down to lay her gently on the mat and hold himself above her.
“Oh,” she said, because everything was going so fast.
“Relax,”he murmured against her ear. “You are perfect. Just being here with me, you are perfect. Feel my hands holding you. Be with me.”
His words drugged her, turning the chocolate and sugar in her blood to passion as heady as wine. Heck, yeah, it was fast.
He kissed down the side of her throat, and she stretched to let him. With one hand, he popped open one button on herblouse, and he kissed her collarbones while his warm breath slipped lower over her skin.
His hands caressed her, held her.
Nicole relaxed into him, her skin attuned to his strong body above hers.
He wound her ponytail around his hand and used it as leverage to turn her head away so he could mouth her neck. “This could be fun. This could be very fun.”
Awareness drowned Nicole that she was playing with fire, that all sorts of things could happen that night because they were locked in the building together.
Under Kingston’s shirt, she could feel the rocky ripples of his torso, the boulders of his chest and shoulders, and she unbuttoned his shirt.
First, just one button popped open under her fingers, and then two more popped open. She slipped her hand inside his shirt, rubbing her palm over the smooth expanse of his pectoral muscle.
He groaned against the skin between her breasts, and his thumb gently rubbed over her nipple, sending a streak of pleasure through her.
God, she was up for anything.
Everything.
Nicole wasn’t like this. She’d had a few “serious” boyfriends but no one-night stands. No sultry affairs.
