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all about feeling, experiencing Kingston like she’d wanted for so long. She’d give him all she had in case they never got another night like this.
    “Hey.”
    She gasped and jerked with a hand at her throat. Kingston leaned into her open car window, dark eyes on her. “Damn it! You scared me.”
    “Sorry.” His lips curved. “Are you okay? You look…pale.”
    She nodded before he finished speaking. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Squinting up at him, she asked, “How do you want to do this?”
    In answer he walked around the car and got in on the passenger side. “My place is closer.” He secured his seatbelt. “Drive.”
    Hands shaking, throat dry, she pulled out of the parking lot. Kingston sat next to her clothed in black, his hair in its customary ponytail. His unique scent of patchouli teased her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Her clit throbbed. She fidgeted as moisture flowed from her, soaking the crotch of her panties.
    Elina bit her lip to hold back a moan. He hadn’t even touched her and already she was afire. He seemed unmoved by her presence, staring straight ahead into the night. She forced herself to concentrate on driving, tried to ignore the heat pouring from him, but had no luck.
    “Focus.” His voice rumbled in the quiet space.
    Her gaze flew to him, then back to the road. He didn’t even look at her when he spoke.
    “I-I’m focused.”
    “You’re not. I can feel your body vibrating from over here.” He shifted and though she wasn’t looking at him, she felt the heat of his eyes on her. “Deep breaths, Elina. You’ll get what you need soon enough.” Those velvet tones slid over her skin, trailing goose bumps and drawing shivers.
    She did as he instructed, pulling more patchouli into her lungs. “What do you think I need?” All she needed was his touch.
    He chuckled. “What don’t you need, Elina? When was the last time you got fucked? Not made love to, but fucked?”
    She gulped as her entire body heated. “I’ve never been fucked.”
    “I know that.” He tugged on her hair, not-so-gently. “You need it.”
    “I need you,” she whispered. There was a hint of begging, but it was the truth.
    “You have me, El. Any way you want me.”
    “For a limited time.”
    He dropped his hand and shifted away. “Yes.”
    Eyes burning, she nodded. ‘Take your hair down.” She didn’t look at him anymore, but she knew he complied.
    “Pull in here.”
    She did as he asked, driving into the garage of a two-story home. After parking the car, he got out, then opened her door. She took his hand, his warm fingers curling around hers as she stepped out. He slammed the car door shut and pushed her against it, crowding her space.
    Elina found herself trapped in his bottomless eyes as he stared her down. She didn’t dare breathe or think, waiting on his move.
    He lifted a hand, fingers shifting through her hair as he leaned in. Her eyelids fluttered, but she wanted to see whatever he had in store. She didn’t anticipate the harsh tug on her hair, or his tongue sliding over her closed lips.
    “Open for me, El,” he murmured.
    She did. Opening wide, she granted him entry. He swooped in, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Elina met his bold stroke with hers, moaning at the slight bitter taste of the beer he loved to drink. His hold on her tightened, fingers biting into her scalp as his groans blended with hers.
    Elina reached up, plunging her hands into his hair, rocking into Kingston’s erection. He pressed against her, hips rolling, tongue thrusting. She dropped her hands to cup his ass, pulling him tighter into her as she undulated against him.
    He planted a thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy, the pressure painfully sweet on her clit. She tore her mouth away from Kingston’s, gulping air into her lungs. He dipped his head, teeth nipping her throat and shoulder. The fingers in her hair moved to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
    “Ugh. Ugh. King.”
    He tore away her