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The corner of Kingston’s mouth tugged up. “It’s not over yet. Don’t waste the drive pouting.”
“What would you suggest instead?” I asked.
He trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, and fissures of need sparked under my skin. “You look gorgeous in this skirt.” He wasn’t answering my question, but I could be patient. “I swear I had aBasic Instinctmoment every time you crossed or uncrossed your legs today.”
“Except, I’m not a killer.” I knew where the compliment was going, but it was tinged. “Or... whatever. I’ve never actually seen the movie.”
“The important thing is, you’rewaymore attractive than Sharon Stone.” Kingston’s fingers crept higher, nudging my legs apart.
I shook my head. “I’m not.”
“Disagree.” Kingston moved his hand further up the inside of my thighs, and my skirt crept higher.
That same nervouswe’re in publicfear was back. But it was dark, the windows were tinted, and there was no one else on the road.
Kingston brushed a light touch over my panties, and I gasped.
“Is that akeep going?” He asked.
Was it? Just a few days ago I was furious with him. With both of them. Was I willing to dive into a physical situation again? Kingston told me up front, his goal was to prove they were likeable business partners.
Did that include the sex?
“Lyn?” Concern crept into Kingston’s voice.
I was spread-legged, skirt bunched around my hips, while one man drove and another teased me. “I don’t want this to end like the other night.” I kept my voice firm, trying to make the words sound like a command more than a terrified confession.
“I don’t either.” Kingston eased his hand back, resting it on my knee instead. “This isn’t... It’s sex. Not business.”
That simplified things. Didn’t it? I glanced up at Owen. “Are just going to drive and pretend there’s nothing going on back here?” I tried to keep my tone light.
“I’m not pretending anything.” He briefly met my gaze in the rear-view mirror. “I’m listening to and enjoying every second of it.”
Being watched wasn’t my thing. Not even by whomever I was with at the time. So why did the fact that Owen was the watcher—listener—raise goosebumps everywhere?
“How many times have you done this?” I asked. The situation was too well orchestrated.
Kingston squeezed my knee. “This specifically? You’d be my first. You get to pop my fooling-around-in-the-back-seat-while-my-best-friend-drives cherry.”
I did want it.Him. Twice with the same fling broke a rule I’d rarely had to consider, but it wasn’t as though we’d make a habit of this. I could think of the drive home as a chance to rewrite the ending of our last hook-up.
After tonight, I wouldn’t put myself in a social situation with them again. Easy to do given they didn’t live here.
I summoned the boldness that acted as my shield when I went to bars, covered Kingston’s hand, and slid it up my leg again. “Yes. Keep going.”
“Face me.” He lightly slapped the inside of my thigh.
The teasing sting made me sigh. I shifted in the seat, one knee bent between us and the other foot on the floor.
Kingston leaned in and kissed me so lightly, I felt his breath on my skin as much as his touch. “Nope, not enough,” he growled.
He pressed his weight into me when he slanted his mouth over mine. I half-reclined against the door and my body molded to his. He deepened the kiss, drawing it out until I felt the tingles all the way to my toes.
Kingston trailed his fingers down my chest, and followed the same path with his mouth, passing my skirt, and skipping the pulse of need between my legs, to tease along the inside of my thighs instead.
I writhed under the playfully light touch, shifting my hips to bring me closer to his mouth.
He chuckled against my skin, and pressed a palm into my stomach to keep me from moving.
