Once our breath was minty fresh, he turned me toward him. He brushed a lock of my wild hair behind my ear and fixed his stare on my parted mouth.
“May I…?”
At my nod, he kissed me like we had all the time in the world. Each press of his lips was gentle, unhurried. Like this was a normal morning in our lives together, without fear or threats forcing desperation. And yet, somehow, it brimmed with longing and need.
He caressed my tongue with his, a low moan escaping, and he wove his fingers into my hair. With one hand on the bedsheetwrapped around my body, I gripped his waist with the other. Pulling him toward me with each sweep of his tongue, needing to erase any distance between us.
His kiss awakened the buried part of me that dreamed of a normal life. A life shared with someone—or three someones—whom I loved. His kiss made that future feel within reach.
When he pulled back, he flicked his gaze to the sheet against my breasts. The hand now only a hair’s breadth away from his heart. Pupils dilating, he tucked another strand of hair behind my ear, placing one last chaste kiss on my lips.
I leaned into him, my body tingling everywhere we touched, and I couldn’t help but tease him. “You know…I appreciate how respectful you are, Kingston. But I do hope at some point, sooner rather than later, you’ll do the gentlemanly thing and ravish me.”
He gripped my chin and kissed me again, wasting no time, not even a breath, to take me at my word. His other arm banding around my waist, he pulled me into his body fully. Grabbing onto his sides as he pinned the sheet between us, I pushed up onto my tiptoes.
My heart pounded against his chest. His thundered wildly, his eyes like a storm as he swept his tongue past my lips. When his eyes fell shut, I closed mine, focused on nothing but the need to get closer to him.
He fisted the fabric at my hips, groaning when I pressed them into his.
Before I saw it coming, he spun us around and pinned me against the door. Bending at the knee before surging his body up and into mine.
The way he pressed against me, every single touch, conveyed how much he wanted me. My legs parted for him, needing more so quickly, I whimpered against his lips.
He released my chin to slide his grip to the nape of my neck, and when he tugged my hair and pulled my head back, I opened for him. Deepening our kiss, he plunged his tongue in my waiting mouth as urgently as he rocked his hips. The first brush of his erection against my core spurred the need inside me.
But I hadn’t been expecting what he did next.
He took my hand, securing the sheet in my grip before dropping to his knees.
“Other hand on the doorknob, love.”
That was all the warning I got, before he moved the sheetandmy leg to the side to part my thighs, and swept his tongue over my clit through my panties.
He groaned deep in the back of his throat, tugging the scrap of fabric aside and burying his face between my legs. Giving me exactly what I’d asked for, he ravished me completely.
My knees buckled. With every swipe and nip at my tender flesh, my grip on the doorknob tightened. I would’ve feared snapping it off, but I couldn’t think past the pulse of his tongue, the soft bite that made me cry out, and the roughness of his stubble along my inner thighs.
I held on for dear life, until even that couldn’t keep me upright.
When he opened my legs wider, he brought my left over his shoulder and my back slid against the wood door. But I held on, crying out when he slid a finger inside me, easing it gently, alternating the pressure before pulling out to replace it with his tongue.
My legs shook, vision blurring at the edges as he restarted and did it again. And again.
By the time he sealed his lips over my clit and sucked, he pushed any hope for coherent thought from my head. I braced my other hand on his shoulder to keep from falling. The bedsheet slipped to the floor, and his eyes flashed to mine.
He held my gaze as he devoured me, eyes charged, desire pulsing between us, as he intensified the force of his tongue.
I threw my head back when it all became too much. Crying out as pleasure radiated through me. My legs gave out, but Kingston pinned me against the door, his hand forcing my thighs farther apart.
He captured every drop of my release and finally pulled back when my body stopped shaking. His heavy-lidded gaze mirrored the satisfaction coursing through me. As he slowly lowered my leg, he kissed my inner thigh, closing his eyes and resting there against me.
“Holy shit.” I ran my fingers through his hair, panting for the breath he’d stolen completely. “That was…”
His sparkling blue-gray eyes lifted to mine, his words like a vow when he finished the thought for me. “Just the beginning for us, love.”
Chapter Eleven
Landon was still asleep when Kingston and I reentered the bedroom.
