Page 93 of The Knight

“Flatterer.” Mischief was bright in her eyes.

“Working on it.” His voice roughened with want.

“Some guys would take a bullet for the woman they love. You took two.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder.

“What can I say?” His laugh rumbled in his chest. “I’m an overachiever.”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy as he wrapped his arms around her waist, savoring the silk of her camisole beneath his fingers. “You are.”

“Not very scientific, this underwear.” His fingers traced the lace edge. “Requires further investigation.” His lips found her collarbone, trailing kisses across her skin. She shifted closer, hooking her leg around his hip, drawing a groan from his chest.

“Investigation?” Her laugh became a gasp as he cupped her ass.

“Mmm.” He slid his hand between her thighs, circling slowly against silk until her head fell back, throat exposed. He could spend hours like this, memorizing every quiet sound.

A soft sigh fell from her parted lips.

“You like that, Duchess?”

“God. Yes.”

He kissed her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.

She tugged his shorts off, a sly smile playing on her lips. “This is the best way to wake up.”

“Is that right?”

She skimmed her hands across his stomach. Her soft hands felt so good against his skin. He could never get enough of her.

The lace of her camisole slipped lower under his fingers.

He kissed the soft swell of her breast. “Better check for tracking devices.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup.” He pulled the camisole over her head, tossing it aside. “I’ll examine that later.”

She was so beautiful, inside and out. The words spilled from him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He tilted her chin up. “I love you, Freya.”

Her eyes met his. “I love you, too.”

A powerful wave of elation crashed through him, leaving him light-headed as he positioned himself against her warmth. He shifted till the thick head of his cock nudged her slickness, and she gasped. “Oh…”

He pressed forward, sinking into the tight, wet heat of her. She hooked one foot against him, urging him deeper, stripping him of the last remnants of his self-control.

Yes.

Reaching down, he slid his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. He stroked slow, lazy circles, feeling her tremble and her breaths shift to deeper, hungry gasps.

Her body arched, her moans changing pitch, need building with each subtle twist of his hand. She was close. He could feel it—a pulsing tension that brought his own pleasure surging closer to the edge. “Freya…”

“Abe, please…”

Blood roared in his ears as he sensed her release. Her body clenched around him, waves of pleasure flowing between them. He thrust deeper, driving toward his own edge, and with one final surge, he was lost. Abe spilled into her, bound to her in a blinding crescendo that obliterated everything else.

Slowly, he returned to himself, his body damp and tangled with hers, as he drifted back to earth. She traced light trails along his back, her fingertips an anchor to this perfect moment.

“Can we do that again?” she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips.

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