Just One Scandal (The Kingston Family #2) -Carly Phillips Page 0,30
she was right. It was her choice.
She moved in, her lips hovering near his. Teasing. Tempting. His dick was hard as a rock, and all he had to do was roll her onto her back and take what she was offering.
And she was offering.
“Sounds like we’re on the same page,” he said, closing the distance and capturing her mouth with his.
This kiss wasn’t soft and needy, it was rough and full of desire and life, something he hadn’t experienced with a woman … ever. With Chloe, it wasn’t a scratch the itch and get over it, it was already more.
From the minute he’d laid eyes on her, even after he’d realized she was a Kingston, he’d felt protective. Nothing else explained his taking her to the bridal suite. Staying. Giving her a place to crash. Going to Linc on her behalf. If anyone was going to need to get on the same page and shore up walls, it was him. And he would.
After he took her to bed.
He lifted his mouth from hers, rose, and pulled her to her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Undressing you so I can see you naked on my bed.” His gruff voice took him by surprise.
And with that, he slid her cropped jacket off her shoulders, and she shimmied until it fell to the floor. Next he raised the hem of her camisole, and with her help, the silk went over her head and arms, joining the pile he’d started.
His gaze zeroed in on the sexy beige bra with lace on the edges of the cups, her nipples hard and visible through the flimsy material. Reaching out, he pinched one distended bud, twisting with his fingers until she shifted her hips and moaned.
Pleased at her reaction, he gave the other nipple the same treatment, holding on as she gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. He liked that she showed her emotions, that she didn’t hide her responses from him. Undoing the bra and slipping it off, he deposited it along with the rest of the clothing.
He raised his head and brushed a kiss over her lips before he undid the button on her low-cut jeans. Hooking his fingers into the waistband and grasping her panties along with them, he helped her wriggle out of them until finally she was naked.
He looked her over and expelled a harsh breath, his cock tenting his sweats, the rush of desire almost unbearable. Dropping to his knees, he grasped her hips in his hands and pressed butterfly kisses over the indentation along her belly where her panties had been. Arousal dripped from her sex, the scent telling him how much she wanted him. As much as his throbbing cock wished he’d give relief and thrust himself inside her.
She arched her hips, thrusting her sweet pussy forward. Without waiting, he parted her with his thumbs and swiped his tongue over her clit. Her legs shook and she gripped his shoulders again, this time her nails digging in harder, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had marks later.
He licked her everywhere, teasing her plump lips and nipping at her clit before soothing with longer wet laps of his tongue.
“Oh, God. More, Beck, please. I need so much more,” she said, her body trembling and shaking. Her hips arched, and she raised herself onto her toes, grinding herself against his mouth.
He held on tight, not releasing her, not breaking contact, determined to bring her up and over the edge and give her the release she so obviously needed. He didn’t have to wait long for her climax to hit, and when it did, he glanced up in time to see her tip her head back as she cried out, the pain of her nails scoring his shoulders nothing in comparison to the bliss of her climaxing beneath his mouth.
He licked her until she came down from her orgasm. Before she could collapse, he picked her up in his arms and plunked her onto the center of the mattress.
She flung her body back against the pillows with a groan. “You’ve got skills,” she said as she struggled to catch her breath.
He laughed, liking this girl. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He pushed his sweats down over his hips, freeing his rigid erection, then kicking the pants to the pile on the floor.
Gripping himself hard, he closed his eyes to gather himself, and when he opened them, she was staring with a hungry expression on her face.