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She slides her fingers down my cheek, a deliberate tease. “Yes.”
“So—”
“This is where I take over, Kingston.”
“Sadie—”
“In more ways than one.” And then she slips her fingers down and over my chest.
Her mouth meets mine.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sadie
Ikiss him. Long and slow, and he’s completely and utterly delicious. Yeah, I’m buzzing a little from tonight, from keeping everything in check, from finding out some things, some real leads.
But I’m more than turned on by Kingston and the combination of the thrill of the chase of stolen goods, of beating systems and low-lifes at their own game, and it is too much. And I don’t want to hold back anymore. At least I don’t in this moment.
I come up, and swing my leg over him and sit in his lap. Kingston pushes one hand in my hair and grips lightly against my scalp, pulling me away.
The hand that comes down on my thigh is hot and large and he says, “Are you using me to get off or is this a way to stop me asking you questions?”
“Maybe both.”
His eyes glint as he pushes his hand up my thigh, curling it in beneath my dress to brush at the line of my underwear’s lace edge. I suck in a gasp as sparks shoot through me, laced with hot need. I roll into him lightly.
Kingston grins. “Just checking.”
And he pulls me down for a hot, opened mouth kiss.
It’s wild, carnal. He drops his hand from my hair, skimming my flesh as our mouths and tongues come together, a dark and wild torrent of desire that spurs us on, spurs me, and it’s like I can’t get enough. He grips my hip, holding me as he kisses a trail from my mouth to my throat, and bites down on a tender spot from the last time we fucked.
Licking my throat, he moves his fingers beneath the edge of my panties and along my slick, wet folds, and pushes two into me. He lifts his head.
“Ride me slowly, Sadie. I want to see you come.”
I do, gripping his hair, his shoulder, moving my hips as he slides his thumb against my clit, curling his fingers inside me to him, hitting my G-spot and I gasp.
He smiles and it’s the most gloriously wicked thing I’ve seen.
“Ms. Hess’s place,” he says loudly. Then he lowers his voice. “Keep going, Sadie.”
I’m too far gone to stop, inside the sweet pressure is building, pushing at me and I’m teetering on the edge of release, of orgasmic bliss.
“Asshole,” I manage to gasp as he moves my hips, moves me on him, with his other hand.
“Kiss me when you come.”
I’m starting to shake and I take his mouth in a shattering kiss as I come. And he holds me as I do so, only pulling his hand free when I start to slump and the car pulls to a stop.
I scramble off him, but he takes my hand and opens his door, getting out with me.
“You’re not coming in.”
“I am.”
He is. We both know it. He steps into me, so we’re brushed up against each other right at the side of the road in the rain that started again and he kisses me so softly I want to cry.