Page 12 of Knight Before Christmas

My limp body slides along him and he sets me down on his lap. I can feel his dick pushing at my lower region. “I need you,” I hiss.

“You’re gonna get me, raindrop. Just as soon as I’m sure that’s what you really want. You’ve had a rough day and you’re feeling strange and it’s making you not think clearly.”

“I am thinking clearly, Knight.”

He nods. “I believe you think that.”

“I mean it. Let me have this, Knight. Please.”

He grinds his teeth and I take my shot, leaning forward to press my body up against him, rubbing and skimming my lips and teeth down his throat until he groans and then picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. He drops me to the bed and then steps back to start shedding his clothes quickly, angrily.

“Take off your clothes if this is what you want, Raine.” I wish he’d called me raindrop instead of Raine. It feels sweeter, more intimate.

But I rip my shirt over my head and then take ahold of my jeans and unzip them, shimmying out of them until I’m lying on the bed, totally bare. I’ve never seen a man who licks his lips when he sees you naked. Like he’s dreaming about tasting you.

My body tingles and throbs and I rub my thighs together, begging, pleading without words for him. He crawls up over me and his fingers dance along my folds, spreading my slick everywhere. “You’re so wet, raindrop.”

“I need you now. Please, Knight.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m so ready. You can tell. Feel how wet I am for you.”

He groans and then he slides up until he’s right over top of me. His eyes soften. “Are you sure?”

“Now, Knight.”

And he thrusts hard and deep, stealing my breath and pushing me up the bed with the force of his thrust.

We roll and writhe and twist together, lost in the feel of our skin sliding over each other, our mouths and tongues dipping into sweet spots that make us moan and twist in ecstasy.

His mouth runs along my throat and then his teeth bite my soft skin. My fingers grasp his hips and pull hard at him, fighting to lose control finally.

“Now, Gray. Now.”

He loses control and his lean hips thrust into me over and over, pounding me mercilessly until the sharp pain and pleasure mix and a red haze creeps over my eyes, stealing my breath. Warmth pools in my belly like syrup and my thighs tighten around his hips, yanking him tighter to me.

He growls and thrusts, his mouth skating along my breasts and taking a sharp nip and that sends me over the edge and straight into pleasure that drags me into oblivion.

Knight’s shouts follow me as I slide into a gray haze of satisfaction and peace.

CHAPTER 10

Grayson

Asoft thud wakes me from a sound sleep and I jerk a bit, freezing when I hear Raine mutter in her sleep.

But that doesn’t stop me from getting up and grabbing my gun. I just do it quietly so I don’t wake her.

Hopefully I don’t have to shoot someone. That would be a shock I’m sure.

But I slip through the half-closed door to the hallway and tiptoe lightly through my house. I have the alarm system on. I checked it when I went to bed. But there’s no sound from it and I know that I heard something in here.

I slip down until I’m low to the ground by the bar outside the kitchen and glare silently out, my eyes fixed and focused, staring at where I feel like that noise came from.

And like a wraith in the dark, I see a shadow move in my home. In my home, dammit! How the hell did he get in here?

Doesn’t matter. Not really. His ass is grass as soon as I get close enough to catch him.

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