Page 71 of Stay with Me

“I’m coming,” I call out to whoever’s ringing my doorbell.

I pad barefoot to the door. I had been about to undress to take a shower now that my house is spotless.

When I open the door, the last person I’m expecting is standing on my doorstep. Knight and I have been in the friend zone in the last three weeks. After the bar, we went to his place and passed out on his couch.

The next morning he made me breakfast and took me home like any friend would do. Since, we’ve been talking on the phone here and there. We’ve met up at my sister’s place to play with the kids or for Saga and Bishop’s game nights, but we haven’t crossed the line, and we haven’t gone out alone again.

Which is why I’m surprised to see him here, but I won’t deny that he looks fine as hell. His hair is tossed like he’s been running his hands through it. He has a little glow as if he’s been surfing today.

The way his jeans are fitting snuggly to his thighs makes my mouth water. His tats are on full display as his T-shirt fits tightly to his arms and chest. Perfection.

“Hey, did we make plans or something?”

“No, I was close by and thought I’d stop in to see if you wanted to chill. I get a bit restless at the apartment alone,” he replies.

I’d rather know he’s alone than with that woman he was on that date with. It’s not my place to pry into what that was all about, so I’ve kept my mouth shut on the subject. Even better, if he’s here with me, he can’t be somewhere with her. Yes, I’m still jealous.

“Come in,” I say as I step back to open the door wider.

I remember that my head is wrapped in a scarf and I look a hot mess from cleaning. I probably smell too. I stifle a groan. Things like this only happen to me.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No, I was just about to hop in the shower. I’ve been cleaning all day.”

I don’t miss the heated look that comes to his eyes. My nipples harden against my T-shirt, and I remember I’m not wearing a bra. Even with my modest cleavage, I’m sure he can see the peaks through the thin fabric.

“I can hang out in the living room, maybe order something to eat while you shower.”

“Okay, cool.” I nod as I cross my arms over my chest.

“What are you in the mood for?”

“Chinese or pizza works for me.”

“Chinese and pizza it is,” he says with a grin. I shake my head.

Knight can eat. I’ve watched him and his brothers devour twice the amount of food I can handle in one sitting. I guess that’s why they’re all huge men.

I chew my lip while I look up at him. I should go take my shower, but I can’t force myself to move. He moves closer and brushes a hand over my cheek.

“Anything special you want?”

I shiver and inhale sharply. I lick my lips and swallow. Suddenly, I’m achingly aware that I miss his touch.

Before I can think about what I’m about to do, I have my hands in his hair, tugging him down to me. He takes over the kiss immediately. His kiss is possessive and hungry.

There’s something different, something frightening and thrilling at the same time. My clothes are pulled from my body and tossed to the side as he kisses down my neck. Naked, I’m lifted onto his waist as he starts for my bedroom.

“Knight,” I whimper as he sucks my breast into his mouth while he navigates the stairs with ease.

“Yeah, baby. What do you need?”

“You.”

The intense look he gives me has me shaking to my core. It’s as if he has seen through me. Like he knows I’ve fallen in love with him.

He grasps my throat and kisses me hard. My toes curl, and I dig my heels into his ass. I want him so bad my belly hurts.

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