Page 19 of Stay with Me

“You haven’t eaten, and you’ve been drinking that wine. Why don’t you order something? My treat for you taking such good care of me,” I reply.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

She gets up and collects the tray she brought the tea and soup in on. The sight of her walking away in another of my T-shirts pulls at something in my stomach and chest. It’s a view I want to have more often.

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Reminisce

I wake up drenched with something heavy resting across my chest. It’s Knight’s arm and the reason I’m sweating is because he’s pressed to my side, heating me up like a furnace. Some of this sweat might even belong to him.

“Knight,” I whisper.

He’s snoring like a buzz saw. I should’ve gone home hours ago. However, every time he gave me those sad eyes and asked me to stay, I relented. Now I’m trapped under his heavy arm and smothered by his heat.

“Knight,” I try again.

“Mmm,” he murmurs in his sleep, his snores cutting off and starting back up without missing a beat.

He lifts his arm, but only to move it to the hem of my T-shirt, snaking his hand underneath. He cups my breast with his large palm. My nipple beads instantly.

I’ve never had breasts as large as my mother or my sister’s, but Knight was the first guy to ever make me feel like what I have is perfect. I bite my lip as he begins to pinch and roll my peak. I squeeze my thighs together and close my eyes.

If it weren’t for the loud, consistent snores I’d think he was wide awake. I release a moan. He snuggles closer, bathing me in more of his heat.

“Knight,” I groan louder trying to wake him before he sends me over the edge with just the tugging of my nipple.

“I miss you, baby,” he says and sighs.

Thankfully, he moves his hand to my ribs. However, he tugs me closer and holds me in a vice grip. I look at his face that’s only inches from mine. Those long lashes fanning his cheeks and his peaceful expression does me in.

Well, damn, Rem. What have you gotten yourself into?

CHAPTER 8

Thanks, Baby

Reminisce

It’s been three weeks since I nursed Knight back to health. Unfortunately for me, I had to recover from whatever bug he passed on. I was out of the office for a week.

Saga and Bishop owe me big time. I’ve been working day and night to get caught up in the office. IP law may not be as exciting as prosecuting for the DOJ, but it keeps me more than busy.

“Do you miss me?”

I look up to find Knight standing in the doorway of my office once again. He looks much better than the last time I saw him. He’s cut his blond locks some. Although from the way it’s rumpled and the boots on his feet, I can tell he has been on his bike.

Now, Knight on a bike is something I’m used to seeing. Not driving a Mercedes. This man on a motorcycle is the thing wet dreams are made of.

I don’t realize I’ve licked my lips at the sight of him until his gaze drops to my mouth. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Did I miss him?

Yes, but I’m not going to admit that. His words have been playing in my head since that night. He misses me.

Knight has always been intense. It’s what draws me to him. He says what he wants, what he feels, what he’s thinking.

I’m usually the one running or avoiding topics I don’t want to deal with. He knows this about me and that’s why we work when we hook up. He understands when I need to take a step back and he allows it without pressuring me.

“You’re making a habit of coming by here. Where’s dinner?” I ask with a teasing grin, avoiding his earlier question.

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