Page 13 of Knight's Last Chance

I swallow thickly at his words, my body trembling at the way he trails his eyes over me, and despite being covered with layers of clothes, I feel his stare burn into my skin.

It’s almost as if his eyes can see what hides beneath, but it’s not like he hasn’t seen, touched, and kissed my most intimate parts.

That thought alone is enough to have my sex growing slick with arousal. My cheeks flare, and I bite my lip as I attempt to fight back the need building in me.

Knight curses under his breath, and without warning, he spins me around so my back is to the sink. He presses in tight against me, and his mouth is on mine before I can blink. He slides his hand to my nape and cups my head as he sinks his hungry tongue past my lips, kissing me like a starved animal.

A moan builds up in my throat when my hands slap on his solid chest as he deepens the kiss. The tight muscles move under my fingers, and all I can think is . . . finally.

I don’t care about what happened in the past or what is going to happen tomorrow when I wake up tangled in this man’s arms. No, all I can think about is this moment and his perfect body pressed hard against mine.

As he pushes the jacket off my shoulders and strips my clothes off me, leaving me naked and vulnerable, this moment is all I can think about.

“You’re mine, Rhea,” he breathes against my lips, grabbing my hips and lifting me onto the sink counter while he kisses me like a man drowning, and it’s a sentiment I share. His lips feel like they hold the source of air, and he’s the only thing keeping me alive.

My eyelids flutter when his mouth moves up my neck, biting my earlobe and kissing a trail down to my throat. His hands pull me to the edge of the counter, lining up his erection with my sex, and I wrap my legs around his hips for better access. I cry out when he rocks forward, the friction of the denim against my skin sending a white flash of pleasure shooting up my spine.

Knight’s mouth is hot on my neck as he kisses, bites, and licks at the sensitive skin, all the while rolling his hips against my sex. He is like a possessed beast that can’t get enough, and all I can do is grab onto his shoulders and hold on.

Oh.

Oh, God!

“Knight, oh . . .”

I’m half delirious when he moves his hand between us and strokes the sensitive nub with his middle finger. The position doesn’t allow for much movement, but he makes it work somehow, and soon, I am writhing hard against him. The pad of his fingertips drives me to insanity with slow strokes first before moving faster and faster until I am practically sobbing for more.

He moves his free hand up my chest clamps his knuckles around my nipple and tugs gently, causing me to bulk against him. He kisses my neck, cheeks, and lips, leaving a fiery heat everywhere his lips brush.

“Going to fuck you tonight, baby,” he grinds raggedly into my ear. “I am first going to eat you out and get you begging for my cock, and then we have all night for me to breed you.”

“Oh, God, yes!”

His words should scare me. This man is talking about getting me pregnant for Christ’s sake. At the very least, the dangerous glint in his eyes when he moves back to lock my gaze with his should tell me that what’s about to happen tonight will change my life one way or another but . . .

I’m counting on that.

I’m counting on Knight wrecking me and marking me as his even if only for one night. I tell myself that once is enough with this man.

It’s more than what the heiress who jumped off the cliff got.

Chapter Six

Knight

My eyes are locked on Rhea as I carry her to the bed, and in this moment, nothing matters but the girl with her arms wrapped tightly around me.

If I ever had a moment of doubt whether or not Rhea has feelings for me, they’re all confirmed in this moment.

She still wants me.

Her beautiful brown eyes expose her in ways she doesn’t realize. Without uttering a word, she tells me just how much she wants me. It’s laid bare in the way her hooded eyes stare at me with undiluted desire, her naked body presses to mine needily, and how her lips seek mine with such hunger, it nearly rivals my own.

Lord Almighty, what did I do to deserve someone as perfect as Rhea?

With a rough growl, I take her mouth with mine in a deep kiss as I slowly lower us to the bed. Before Rhea, I was never one for kissing and found it unnecessary during sex, but the first kiss I shared with Rhea proved that the act itself was not the problem but with whom I shared it.

A single, brief peck on the lips left me pinning over the girl for almost a year, and now that I know how she tastes, I can’t stop sampling her lips. It’s almost as if part of me thinks that if I kiss her enough, I’ll somehow mesh our souls together for all of eternity.

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