Just One Spark (The Kingston Family 4)

He leaned forward, rubbing his erection against her sex, and a wave of pleasure beckoned and drifted away, leaving her empty.

“Do you like being woken up this way?” he asked as he slid against her again, teasing her.

“I thought I was dreaming.”

“No dream, baby.” He rubbed his length over her clit, and a shudder rippled through her. “But you didn’t tell me if you liked it.”

Too much, she thought, but she wasn’t about to admit her insecurities. “It’s the best wake-up call I’ve ever had.”

He gave her that sexy rock star grin. “I’m happy to give you many more,” he said, arching his hips and pushing deep again.

To her frustration, he stilled inside her, as if savoring the moment. Silly girl. Men didn’t react that way. Especially a man like Dash Kingston. Yet another reason to ignore the promise of more she knew he wouldn’t keep and remain focused on the here and now.

“No more teasing.” She lifted her body off the mattress, pulling him deeper inside her, squeezing her inner walls tight.

“There’s the dirty girl who ordered that drink last night.” Desire darkened his gaze and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead.

Dammit. Even his gruff voice was a turn-on.

He slid out and pushed back, filling her completely, so much so that when he eased back, the emptiness was real. But then he began to move in earnest, pounding into her and taking her on the ride of her life.

“I’m not going to last long, though,” he told her, their slow, emotional rocking of earlier now a frenzied needy thing.

Both ways reached the heart she tried to protect, and with each thrust, she fell for him a little more. He slid a hand between them and rubbed her clit. He circled his thumb twice before she tightened around him, the glorious waves beginning to take her over.

She’d never been so responsive to a man before, and the last time she’d thought it was just Dash’s experience that made him so good. Now she considered that it was the two of them together. An even more dangerous thought.

He lifted his hand, brought his thumb to his mouth, and quickly sucked it in before returning to her clit. One quick slide and she was coming, crying out and circling her hips to grind against him and trigger his release.

He pumped in and out quickly before he stilled, breathing against that sweet spot where her shoulder met her neck, until he collapsed against her.

She threaded her hands through his hair, breathing hard along with him. A few perfect seconds passed until he slipped out of her. Before rolling off the bed, he pulled her in for another kiss.

He headed for the bathroom. She needed one, too, and pushed herself up to a sitting position before stretching, the covers dropping below her breasts.

“Do not tempt me,” he said on a low growl, returning to the side of the bed. He stared, his gaze hot on her bared upper body. She glanced at his cock, which had grown hard and erect again. For her.

The sight pleased her. Knowing she could keep arousing Dash the rock star was a powerful thing for a regular girl like her. Too bad the parts of him she liked went deeper than the man she’d seen owning the stage.

Dash the man who loved his siblings, who’d made sure she was comfortable among celebrities, who’d bragged about her job to people who couldn’t care less, and who hadn’t been self-centered in the least, was hard to resist.

She needed to pull herself together, and another round of sex wouldn’t do it. Her stomach rumbled loudly, making it easier. “I’m starving,” she said, grasping her belly and refusing to be embarrassed.

“We worked up an appetite.” He treated her to a wink. “How about we order in breakfast?”

“I love delivery in Manhattan,” she said. “The city has so many more choices.”

He kissed her twice quickly. “I’m going to order, then I’ll take a quick shower so I’m around to get the door. You can take your time after me.”

Giving orders. What else was new. With a groan, she flopped against the pillows, wondering when she’d lost control of her life.

* * *

A little while later, Cassidy was clean and well fed and sitting across from Dash at the kitchen table near a window overlooking the city, wearing one of his large band tee shirts and nothing underneath.

He had on a pair of track pants and no shirt, his tanned skin and lean muscles tempting her as she sat beside him. Sexy scruff covered the lower half of his face, and because of that facial hair, she had stubble burn on her upper thighs. She did her best not to squirm at the memory.

They’d eaten omelets and bacon and were now drinking their coffee.