Page 62 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

“Why do I feel like there’s abutin there?”

How did he know me so well?

“I’m just nervous about going by myself, you know? I feel like he and Constance and the kids have each other. And I’m the one walking into their world, and that makes me hesitant.”

He was quiet for a long minute. “Why don’t I come with you? Hayes wouldn’t want you going alone, and you wouldn’t feel like it was you against them if I were there. I’ll just be there for support.”

“You would do that?”

“I don’t think you have a fucking clue just how much I’d do for you,” he whispered, his hand still wrapped around mine. “But there is one stipulation.”

“What is it?”

“You tell Hayes you’re going, or I will.”

I groaned. “This loyalty thing is out of control.”

“That’s the deal, Dandelion.”

“Fine. I’ll tell him. We can go on Sunday if that works for you.”

“You got it. It’ll be a little road trip. I’m assuming he still lives in Clarita Hills?”

“Yep. Thanks, King.” I raised our joined hands and kissed the back of his.

He mimicked me and pulled our hands to his mouth and did the same. His warm lips set my body ablaze. I tipped my head back and kissed his jaw. “That means a lot.”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. And then my cheek. His lips moved down my neck. Our joined hands broke free, and suddenly, his hands were on my hips, and he was tugging me forward. My fingers tangled in his hair, as his mouth found mine.

The room was dark, only the light from the moon aglow as we lay with my comforter between us, and I urged my body closer to his. His tongue slipped inside, and our breaths strained as he tugged on the knot at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back so he could take the kiss further.

Deeper.

Needier.

Hungrier.

My legs were frantically trying to kick away the fabric from the bedding that remained between us. In one swift move, Kingston lifted me over the comforter, bringing our hips together so I could rock against him. He rolled onto his back, and my legs settled on each side as I straddled him. His hands moved along my inner thighs, his thumbs finding the edge of my pajama shorts. He slipped his fingers beneath, dipping into my heat.

“So fucking wet, Saylor.” A gruff whisper left his mouth as I bucked against his swollen erection between my legs. I rocked up and down shamelessly, desperate for release, as we kissed for what felt like hours. I was so worked up, and an overwhelming sensation took over. Kingston’s thumb continued to stroke me, and as if he knew exactly what I needed, his thumb moved to my clit. He pressed with just the right amount of pressure, forming little circles, as every inch of my body started to shake. Our breaths were the only audible sound in the room, and he groaned into my mouth… and that was all it took.

“King,” I cried out as bright lights exploded behind my eyelids.

I was dry-humping him like an animal in heat, and I didn’t even care. Nothing had ever felt this good, and we weren’t even having sex.

His hands found my hips as he guided me back and forth along his hard length.

I fell all the way forward, panting like I’d just run a race, and he just stroked the back of my neck while I continued gasping.

When my breathing quieted and my body stopped shaking against him, he nipped at the lobe of my ear. “Are you all right?”

I lifted my head, making out his dark gaze in the little bit of light coming through the window. “Never better.”

He chuckled. “That was hot.”

“My body clearly reacts to yours. I’ve never done… that. You know, while making out with a guy.”

“Can you not say the wordcome?” He laughed as his hands slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts and squeezed my butt. “Damn. This ass is what fantasies are made of.”

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