She was the girl who went home and did her homework, not trolled the bars.
And yet, under Kingston’s expert hands and mouth—and she could sure as heck discern that they wereexpert—to heck with it.
To heck with being the good girl.
To heck with being first in her class in high school and then at UC San Diego and never having any fun.
Never going to the beach with the poli sci majors.
Never going to the hills with the English Lit kids.
Nicole wrapped her leg around Kingston’s hips, grinding him against her.
That ridge she’d felt earlier—hismale part—fit against her even through their clothes, pressing against her clit and rocketing sensation up her spine to her head. Her gasp echoed in her head.
“That’s right. Good girl,” he whispered. “Feel me.”
He was only rubbing against her a little, and she was already tightening inside.
A tiny part of her brain set itself aside from the maelstrom revving up in her flesh, observing. She didn’t usually react this strongly to men. This kind of response usually took a long date and romantic stuff andlotsof foreplay.
Interesting.
Kingston flipped open the buttons on her blouse, dragged the fabric and her bra aside, and captured the top of her breast in his mouth.
The deluge of sensation swamped her, lifting her back off the floor as she wrapped herself around him,feelingwhat he was doing to her.
Her body smacked that standing-alone part of her brain and dragged it under. She was just her body now, no thoughts, no mind.
He popped his mouth free. The cold air hit her nipple, and more sensation crashed through her. She arched, gasped.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered. “Let’s see if I can make you do that again.”
He pressed his mouth over her other breast, rocking her like she’d been thrown in the ocean. His arm slipped under her back, and he held her against his mouth.
Her body closed around him, arms and legs clinging to him while he suckled her and ran his tongue over her breast. Air rushed in her throat and lungs, dizzying her.
More,sheneededmore. She needed himall.
She grabbed at his belt, her fingers slipping off the tightly cinched leather.
His mouth left her breast, and he pressed his body against hers through their clothes. His voice in her ear was as harsh as her own gasps. “Birth control?”
Her heartbeat pounded in her throat and ears.“Wha-what?”
“Are you on the birth control pill?” he asked, his voice desperate.“Tell me the truth.”
His sounds finally resolved into words. “No. I’m not in a relationship right now, so I’m not.”
“I suppose not being in a relationship is good,” he muttered again, his voice hoarse. “At least I can have you with my mouth.”
“You don’t have to—” Nicole panted. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to?—”
“Fuck, yes, I’m going to have you. You’re too beautiful. You’re too sexy. Unless you say no, I am absolutely going to make you scream my name.”
“Kingston—”
“Yeah, like that, onlylouder.”
