Page 62 of Skins Game

Finally!

Nicole kissed him and wound her arms around his neck, dragging herself up to stand on her knees.

But he pressed her backward while still kissing her, crawling over her, until she was lying with her back was pressed against the couch.

Kingston straddled her and curved one arm under her back to drag her body up to meet his. His other arm was braced on the arm of the couch above her head, caging her while he kissed her. She was a prisoner of his body and helpless and a hundred percenttherefor it.

He broke off, and his eyes were unfocused with the wine or passion. “I have been restraining myself all evening. Fordays, really. I am obsessed with you in a manner I didn’t know I could be. Ineedyou. “

The choke in his voice sounded desperate.

Hunger for him cramped her arms and legs as she wiggled, trying to press her body more tightly against him. “I have a Plan B with me,” she said. “And a condom. Must be a condom.”

“Yes.” He ducked his head. His mouth warmed her throat under her jaw. “Look, if I’m doing something you don’t like—if you want me to stop or slow down—Fuck, we should have had this conversation earlier. I can’t even think. I can’t even form words. Just—use traffic light colors, okay? Red for stop. I’ll stop.I will.Yellow for not-that or slow down or something. And it’s all fine. Justtell me.Got it?”

Passion raged through her head like a hurricane, but his ominous tone got through. “What do you want to do to me?”

His growl was feral. “I want to fuck you until you’re mine. I want to twist your body and take you every way. I want to own every part of you until you can’t even think of anyone else.I want.”

The thick muscles of his back under her hands, his warmth surrounding her, and the caress of his mouth on her neck short-circuited her brain so hard that she could barely use her tongue and her mouth to make words. She wanted to tastehim,feelhimin her mouth and the back of her throat, grab handfuls of him with her palms.

“Green,” Nicole panted. “Please,green.”

His kiss on her shoulder where he’d shoved her neckline aside turned into a bite, raking his teeth over her skin. It didn’t hurt. It was just moreintense.

Intense was the word. Everything about Kingston was suddenly intense. His fingers curving and digging into her waist. His breath rasping in his throat. The wildness in his eyes as he pushed himself up to shove her dress up her body and over her head.

Kingston glanced down her body, seeing the black lace bra and panties she’d chosen for him, too. He bit one side of his lower lip, looking at her like he couldn’t stop, and with a deep breath that bowed his back like a bull, he dived to press his mouth to her throat again.

She raised her arms, but he didn’t finish pulling it off her. Instead, he twisted one side of it, pulling the stretchy knit fabric tight like a tourniquet around her wrists, locking them together.

Nicole was getting an idea about what Kingston was into in the very small part of her brain that wasn’t drowning in the flood of sensations, which was telling her to keep a lid on everything, but to heck with that. She was along for the ride. She’d never done anything like that, but she’d never felt anything likethis.The hunger escaped her with a moan.

Kingston raised his head a little, glaring at her from where he’d been mouthing her neck, but with a half-smile. He twisted his wrist, tightening her dress around her wrists. “You like it?”

She nodded, even if her eyes stretched a little wide.

He hovered over her, staring right into her eyes. “Are you afraid?”

A lot could go wrong in situations like this. Nicole nodded again.

“But you aren’t saying stop,” he said. “You aren’t saying red.”

She shook her head.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low, and he held her dress wrapped around her wrists as he dipped back to kiss down her throat toward her bra.

A wisp of coolness floated through the storm in her body, soothing that rasp of fear.

He dragged his arm out from under her and caressed her curves up her body, holding the swell of her breast as he dragged his thumb over the top of her bra.

Passion blanked her again, raging through her as she wanted more,more.

When she was arching into his hand, he flipped her bra cup aside, pinched her nipple in a tweak of pain that lanced through the storming pleasure, and then covered her with his hot mouth, running his tongue around her and sucking hard.

She was a wiggling mess, writhing under where he’d pinned her arms down with his hand and her legs together with his thighs. Every time she twisted, her thighs rubbed together,almoststimulating that part of her that ached with need.

He did the same thing to her other breast, the hard pinch of pain before his mouth, and she cried out this time.