Page 23 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Stop playing with fire, Twinkle.

His eyes darken in the same warning. “Then all bets are off because I’ll take it as an invitation.”

Yep. I’ve gone certifiably crazy if the thought of him sneaking into my bedroom turns me on. In hindsight, Ishould’ve had a one-night stand before coming here. Which reminds me… I still have a kinky list burning a hole in my purse.

Imagine if it landed in his hands.

I won’t let it happen.

And just how am I supposed to check them off if the star of all those depraved fantasies is right here and completely off-limits? If only he were looking for a one-time dirty rendezvous rather than a picket fence.

“Are you coming inside or do I need to throw you over my shoulder?”

His threat jolts me out of my musings.

Out of reasons to stall, I stomp inside. I secretly hate the shiver that courses down my spine when my hand brushes his. If an accidental touch with him is this electric, I can only imagine what being pressed naked against him will feel like.

“You’re way too happy about this, Kingston,” I accuse, just as he crosses the threshold after me. “Aren’t you the least bit mad I fooled you? That perhaps I ruined your perfect chance at a family with Tina? The woman you’re most compatible with?”

Pushing my suitcase against the wall near the entrance, he stalks his way to where I’m standing in the middle of the foyer. Hauling me against his chest, his head dips and he fuses his luscious lips with mine.

One second, I’m counting all the reasons to push him away and in the next breath, he kicks them to the curb with a swipe of his tongue against the seam of my lips.

My brain turns into mush while he swallows my moan in his mouth. It feels like no time has passed as he steals a kiss for the second time. Slanting his head, his lips teasingly glide against mine, he coaxes them open.

The last of my common sense and resistance fly out the window, and I give in.

I part my lips, our hungry tongues colliding, and he groans—a rough and greedy sound that melts my body. His mouth turns voracious and filthy, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and then nipping my top one.

His singular intention is to leave them swollen and aching long after he’s gone.

And damn him, it’s working.

The hand holding my nape travels upward to fist my hair and hold me still under the wicked and thorough kiss. I’m surprised by the whimpering and breathless noises I make.

I sound greedy and desperate all at once.

Unlike the last time, there’s nothing gentlemanly about this kiss.

Both of us take our several-months-long frustrations out on each other. His large palm boldly cups my ass and drags me even harder against his well-toned body. I clutch his big shoulder with one hand while my other latches onto his hair as he wedges one hard thigh right against my pussy.

A fire stokes instantly.

My hips move of their own accord, rubbing my clit against the hard muscle. I’m so horny and drowning in lust that if he doesn’t stop, I’ll come on his thigh like a wanton whore.

Fuck. This is escalating fast. The peak of ecstasy taunts me as I grind harder and rougher, needing more friction.

Never thought this is how my day would end.

With my crush kissing the hell out of me.

Making out with him in an open doorway, uncaring if anyone watches.

“Oh God!” I cry out against his lashing tongue licking the roof of my mouth. He controls the pace of our kiss, the speed in which I ride his leg, right down to the air I’m breathing. The intensity rises, almost turning violent.

I’ve run out of oxygen by the time he tears his lips from mine.

Opening my eyes, I silently beg him to not stop.

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