Page 29 of The Darkest Knight

Pushing off the side of the truck, he looked at Spike who had his tongue hanging out. “We’ve been stood up.” He grew tired of waiting and stomped toward Reese’s cabin and found a note taped to the door. He read…

“I’ll meet you at the first cabin.”

Well, shit. She could have easily told him, but he had a feeling there was more to this. She was keeping her distance.

Last night at the bar there was some definite flirting going on between them, but when they’d come back home, they’d separated.

Truth was, he wouldn’t be worth a shit today.

Getting into the truck, he drove it up the narrow dirt lane, careful not to jostle the materials too roughly, although he was ready to give Reese a piece of his mind. What right did she have to come into his life, ruin his peace, and then acting as if she could easily blow him off? Yeah, he had a few choice words, but when he stepped inside the open door to the cabin where she was working, he could barely think, let alone give her a piece of anything, especially of his mind.

He brought is gaze up and his heart almost ticked right out of his chest.

Reese was standing in front of the wall, paintbrush in hand. Her dark ponytail swished about her shoulders in the white tank top as she stretched above her head to reach the higher surface.

Long, bare, supple legs led his hungry gaze to where her denim cut offs lifted high on an ass that would put swimsuit models to shame. His pulse shot out of the gate and he had to close his mouth to keep his tongue from falling out. Not only did she have the sweetest curves, but they were the furnace that sent heat straight into parts of his body that were out of control these days—ever since she strolled into his life. These were the very parts of him that he’d denied pleasure to last night, and right now, his dick inflated, stretching his worn denims to almost the breaking point.

Fuck! This was the risk he’d known, but hadn’t quite understood just how so.

He should let her know she wasn’t alone, but his damn male libido, he could do nothing except stare at her heart-shaped ass that he’d give his classic Mustang just to clutch it in his palms. A lick or two along the tight swell wouldn’t be bad either.

She ran the brush down the wall, lower until she bent at the waist, sending those shorts skimming a place on her ass cheeks that only made his blood pump faster through his veins. Gripping the doorjamb was the only way to keep from falling over.

She dipped the brush into the paint and extended high up the wall again, this time the hem of her shirt raised showing off a tattoo on the small of her back. He held his breath to keep from panting. Sweat beaded on his forehead and every muscle in his body engaged and locked.

Warning bells rang inside his head as longing filled his chest. A prominent, almost painful ache drilled through his balls and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to groan or laugh at the ludicrousness. He should turn away, but his eyeballs were glued to her bottom. His inner bad boy was calling the shots. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and when she reached even farther, he caught a glimpse of red material. A thong? He wanted to remove them with his teeth.

He took a step closer, mesmerized by the sight before him, aching to kiss, lick, and suckle every part of her.

Something breached his aestheticized brain. It was Abby. She was whimpering and standing at his legs, trying to get his attention. She did, and Reese’s too.

She looked over her shoulder, dropped the brush into the bucket and turned. This side of her didn’t relieve the solid ache in his groins. She had a smear of paint across her cheek and the fact that her nipples were shaded under the white material warned him that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Holy Mother of all that was good. Why did she do this to him? It took every ounce of restraint he had to not cross the room at the speed of a Greyhound and rip away her clothing. No, he wouldn’t rip them away. He’d take his time to devour every inch of her, driving her wild until she begged for him to slam his cock into her.

Seth found it important to keep in mind that she’d made it clear last night that she wasn’t interested in him, or rather the idea of taking things to the next level. And for God’s sake, he couldn’t get swathed in feminine curves that’d only lead him down a road he wasn’t prepared to handle at this time of his life.

“You going to help? I have an extra brush?”

“I think you’ve got this cabin covered.” He truly didn’t mean for his words to sound so harsh, nor did he understand why he was so angry, but the array of emotions he was feeling couldn’t be controlled.

“Is there a problem?” One thin brow arched above curious eyes

“You could have let me know you planned on starting early.”

“I did. Didn’t you get my note I attached to the door?”

“After I had already waited twenty minutes. It’s easy to waste time when the work’s not on your dime. The clock is ticking.” With that, he turned and stormed out of the cabin and into the fresh air.

A good day’s hard work would be his only salvation.

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