He plunged his tongue inside me, and my body gyrated in time to his attention. His thumb on my clit, circling and rubbing, over and over, time to his hungry licking, pushed me to orgasm.
Kingston eased his thumb away when I started to clench around him, then pressed back in again, drawing out my climax. Coaxing me until I was writhing in pleasure.
I collapsed back against the sheets with a breathless gasp. The darkness was comforting now. A way to sink into the mini tremors still tickling my senses.
The weight of Kingston’s body covered mine. His kiss tasted like chocolate, whipped cream, and me, and was sloppy. Hungry. Uncontrolled.
“I need to be inside you,” he managed between nibbles on my lips.
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
I heard the tear of foil—a condom—and Kingston pushed my legs farther apart to kneel between.
It was so easy to lose myself in sensation this way. How good he felt sliding inside me. Gripping my thighs. Pushing my knees to my chest. And then pumping at a frantic pace.
He struck that sweet spot that yanked me toward orgasm again, and I clenched around him, clenched the sheets in my fists, clenched my toes when I came.
His grunts reached that delicious crescendo that meant he was close too. I’d missed that sound. It was more enticing that my favorite song.
The entire world seemed to pause when he slammed those last few, frantic thrusts against me, and then stopped.
He rested his cheek on my chest as we caught our breath. I had no idea how long we lay like that, but it didn’t matter. This moment was as perfect as anything could be.
Kingston finally moved to strip off my makeshift blindfold, and kiss me. “I made a mess.” His tone was playful and not the least bit apologetic.
There were traces of chocolate on us, on the towel... some had gotten on the sheets. I didn’t care. I smiled and kissed him back. “I guess we need a shower.”
“You’re not going to get clean if we take one together.”
“Then it’ll have to be a long shower.” I paused as the word flowed easily, waiting for that mental voice to remind me not to get too attached. To point out this would be over soon.
That nagging reminder wasn’t there. I could imagine this lasting forever.
Chapter Twenty
I spent most of Sunday in bed with Kingston, and it was incredible. Not just the sex, though that was amazing, but his company and everything about the day.
The only thing that would have made it better was Owen being there. How was this my life, that I not only had that option, but there was so little angst between the three of us to agree it was a good next step?
I hated to send Kingston home Monday morning, but we had work. The fact that Owen texted and said he’d be back tonight instead of tomorrow made parting more bearable.
I didn’t try to ignore the anticipation of the evening as I baked for the day. We need to talk had never been more appealing.
It was my day to balance the books from the week before, and we’d done even better at Saturday’s event than I realized. I’d be making an extra loan payment to the bank this month.
A little before noon, I grabbed myself some lunch—I’d probably had more pastries in the last month than I should have, but today seemed like a good day for another one, to help with paperwork.
Just after two, there was a knock on my office door, and Violet poked her head in. “Do you know Ramsey Miller?”
“Mhm. Why?”
“He’s here to see you, and he asked for Lyn.”
I pushed back from my desk. “I met him a few weeks ago. Nice guy.”
“He’s really not.” Violet scowled.
Weird. “Fill me in, after I talk to him.”
Violet followed me out to the café, where Ramsey sat at one of the tables.
He grinned and stood when he saw me. “Hey. How have you been?”
“Good.” Fantastic. Incredible. Amazing. “You?” I wasn’t close enough with him to give him any more than a polite answer, no matter how much I’d enjoyed his and Ravyn’s company.
“Good. Good. Normally we have a constable deliver these, but I wanted to say hi and try the coffee and chocolate croissant—amazing but the way.” He handed me an envelope.
Nervousness whispered at the edge of my mind. “Constable? Am I in trouble?” I forced a light laugh.
His chuckle sounded genuine. “Nothing like that. The zoning hearing on your building has been bumped up