Page 79 of Exposed

I don’t know if this is the new me or the desperate me or the me with Kingston Jennings.

He makes quick work of the last two buttons of my shirt and flips it open. It’s a good thing I’m the new me because I’m utterly bare, open, and wanton while he’s completely dressed.

The tip of his index finger dips between my legs and slides inside. When he adds another finger, a mew slides from my lips.

When a third joins the other two, he stretches me, and I fist the comforter on a groan. “Yes.”

“Baby,” he calls for me without taking his eyes off the magic he’s creating. He pumps me two more times and moves back to my clit. His touch is slow and light and I think I might die if he doesn’t give me something more soon.

“Hmm?”

“What do you want?”

I feel a frown form at my brow. “It’s not obvious?”

“Oh, I’m going to make you come no matter what.” He looks slowly up my body when our gazes collide. “My question is do you want to come on my hand or my cock?”

He flicks my clit with the lightest touch.

It’s a tease.

“I want both,” he goes on. “So I’m good with either. Tell me.”

“I…”

This time he circles my clit, but doesn’t touch it.

“King,” I complain.

“Baby, I’m not sure if you understand how much I’m enjoying this. If you want to think it over until the sun comes up, I’m good. I could do this for a lifetime.”

I’m flushed and warm and find myself pressing my hips into his hand for something more than the flirtatious tip of his finger. His other hand lands on the inside of my thigh as he kneads the muscle to hold me where I am as he continues to torment me.

“Please,” I beg again.

“I’m in no hurry,” he says. “Edging you might be my new favorite pastime.”

His fingers slide south, dip into my sex, and starts to play with me. In and out, tracing my lips, circles. Everything but what I really want.

“King. I want you.” It’s all I can do to steady my tone. “All of you.”

His gaze snaps to me and doesn’t say another word. He reaches for his exploding bag on my floor where he changed his clothes earlier and rustles through it. A condom hits the bed next to me before he yanks his T-shirt over his head. He tosses it off in the same direction as my shorts.

“Goldie.” His hands land next to my head, and his bare chest hits mine. Skin to skin for the first time. He’s warm and the smattering of chest hair against my sensitive nipples is just one more element to heighten every nerve in my body.

I wrap my legs around him and relish in his closeness. He bumps the tip of my nose with his before pressing his lips to mine.

This isn’t like our past kisses. This feels different.

Even though no promises have been declared, this kiss sinks into my bones so deep and heavy, I know it will stay with me forever.

Even if King doesn’t.

This feels like more than it ever has.

King tips his forehead to mine and whispers, “Talk about standards. Haven’t even had you yet, and you’ve raised the bar to heights I didn’t know existed.”

My hand frames the side of his face. “Get out of my head.”

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