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Leaning on my elbows, I claim his lips.

“Yours.”

WICKED DEEDS

1.Get risqué behavior in public.

2.I wanna be your slave.

3.Be my Daddy tonight.

4.Slut me up, Mr. King.

5.Make love in front of the fireplace.

CHAPTER – 35

Twinkle

Kingston and I snuggle under a furry blanket in front of the fireplace.

The steady beat of his heart plays in my ear as I lie with my head resting on his bare chest and one leg thrown over his. My eyes threaten to close from the comforting pleasure as his fingers toy with my hair falling down my back. The teasing sensation is so soothing and hypnotic.

I don’t even know what time it is, but I know it’ll be morning soon.

Yet neither of us mentions sleeping or trekking to the bedroom.

I know I have a huge decision to make. A week ago, it would’ve scared the bejesus out of me and sent me spiraling.

When I look back over my life, I realize I often listen to my brain rather than my heart, and it hasn’t always made me happy.

Ultimate happiness comes with taking a risk and following one’s heart.

I listen to mine and know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it wants to be with Kingston.

I see it so clearly now that he and I belong together. He’s the one and I’ll be so stupid if I walk away without giving us a fair chance.

The way we met is a sign.

If that isn’t one, then it’s running into him here halfway across the ocean.

We are destined to be with each other.

So, what the hell am I doing torturing us both?

As though I’ve had an epiphany, I lift my head, making his hand slide down to my waist. His lazy gaze connects with mine and roams over my flushed face to my naked breasts made visible with the blanket pooled around my waist. Caressing my palm up to the base of his neck, I softly murmur, “King.”

“We should talk,” he finishes, reading my mind.

Nervousness flickers in his light pupils like he’s waiting for the shoe to drop. Hating I’m the reason for putting that look there, I open my mouth to speak. I’m about to confess my feelings when suddenly, my phone rings loudly in the piercing silence.

It can only be one person.

Tina.

I may as well talk to her before telling Kingston the good news. Pressing a finger to his lips, I say, “Hold that thought.”

Taking my hand, he presses a kiss on the inside of my wrist and replies, “Take your time.”