Page 128 of Skins Game

Kingston raised an eyebrow at her. “That quick?”

Nicole grabbed his hands because he was still kneeling on the thick carpeting beside her chair. “With you, I’ve always known it was right. When you said you loved me on that trip to New York, I was ready to say it back right then, and I still don’t know why you didn’t want to hear it.”

His slow blink wasn’t an answer.

She kept talking. “I don’t have to think it over. I don’t have to write out the equations and do the math. Every time you touch me, it feels right. You’re right, and I know it. So, yes, Kingston. I want to marry you because I love you.”

Kingston was on his feet, lifting her in his arms and cradling her against his chest. “I love you, my little engineer,” and strode for the bedroom.

She laughed and slung her arms around his neck. “Supper?”

His growl was fierce. “It can wait.”

He tossed her on the bed, shucked his suit jacket and shirts, and crawled on top of her, his body warm and overwhelming.

“Kingston, we can have supper?—”

“Can’t wait,” he said, methodically stripping her clothes from her body. “You’reminenow, and I must have you.”

She was plucking at his waist, trying to unbuckle his belt because hands on her skin and his mouth on her throat fogged her mind with rabid desire. “Okay,fine.If youinsist.”

His hands—so big, so rough—caressed her body. Her breasts and nipples, he led to his mouth, sucking and then raking his teeth over, and he squeezed her bottom and legs in his grip.

His ring was heavy on her hand, a new weight to get used to.

Nicole was limp in his grip, swallowing sensations as he gave them to her. Her skin was a canvas for his hands pinching and massaging and for his mouth on her.

Kingston crawled backward, his mouth trailing down her stomach, and she grabbed at his shoulders. “Where are you going?”

But he’d already parted her legs and, with a devilish glance up at her from between her knees, kissed the inside of her thigh, then higher, thenhigher.

He licked within her folds, spiraling his tongue over her clit, a pleasure so intense that Nicole was already gasping. “Kingston?—”

“Lay back and take it,” he growled between swipes of his tongue. “Quickies in the office against the copy machine or on your desk aren’t nearly as fun as a long,”lick,“luxurious,”lick,“love-making where I can take my time and do whatever I want to you.”

She reached down, trying to drag his shoulders up and his body over her.“Please.”

“Not yet, little engineer.”

He sucked on her, his mouth dragging pleasure through her body until tension spun lower, compressing, squeezing. “Kingston!”

Deeper inside her, filling her but not enough, and a press inside to lift her within, harder against his tongue.

Ecstasy ripped through her, a blinding rush of heady pleasure that left her gasping.

When the world stopped whirling, her fists clenched the sheets, her feet cramping from the strain. “Oh myGod.”

Kingston hovered above her, his knees bracing her apart, his face inches from hers. “We’re just getting started.”

He pressed inside her even though she was still quivering, and he bit his lip. “God, you’re so wet. So tight.”

His invasion was sensory overload, the orgasm still reverberating in her bones as he moved slowly, his slow presses against her clit at the top of his strokes a spark that sent the energy surging through her body again, and again, and again.

She was keening, begging him to keep going, crying for relief, but he kept her at those peaks, an unrelenting, drowning rapture.

“I love you, my little engineer, my Nicole,” he whispered, the words falling into the waves surging through her.

Hours later, maybe months, he stroked faster, urgent, crashing into Nicole as she clung to him, andstill,he wrung surges of mindless bliss from her spent body.