Page 56 of The Darkest Knight

Seth couldn’t imagine wanting to do something more in his life. He touched his tongue to her clit and she jerked, a cry falling from her lips. She was primed and sensitive. He rolled his tongue over and between her lips, enjoying the scent of her excitement. He nibbled and suckled, blowing raspberries on the trembling lips. Her juices flowed thicker.

“Do you like this?” he murmured against her.

“I love it!”

“I love how you’re so responsive.” He stroked his tongue from top to bottom, lapping up every inch and bit of precious cream her body offered. He continued his endeavor until her chest heaved up and down, her body shook, and her hips gyrating. He read her signals and knew she would orgasm.

He molded her breasts under his palms, tweaking her nipples, rolling them between the pad of his fingers. She shuddered and whimpered, her legs came up and over to lay on his shoulders. Her heels pressed into his back. She rode his face, rotating and shifting, leading his tongue exactly where she wanted it. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling on him. And then her release came, spilling over his lips.

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“Wow! Just wow!” Reese couldn’t come up with a more creative word to describe what they’d shared. His head was cradled on her stomach and she threaded her fingers through his wet hair.

“I’m glad to be of service.” He chuckled.

“Now, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Fear held us back.”

She realized he was entirely right.

He stood, replaced the nozzle attachment and she watched him wash his body. He started on his hair, giving it a good scrub. Then he ran his soapy hands down his muscled body and some of the spasms returned low in her belly. She found they showered together so easily, like they’d been doing it for years. They were comfortable together and she’d never trusted anyone more. Oh wow! I trust him. Her heart pinged.

Seth turned the water off and she started to move, but he didn’t give her the chance. He lifted her in his strong arms and stepped out of the shower with the strength of a powerful man.

He lowered her to her feet, and her toes sank into the plush rug. She didn’t expect what would come next…

Seth took the softest, thickest towel she’d ever felt and rubbed her body dry, even between her legs. His gentle handmade tears fill her eyes. No one had ever treated her with such care and kindness. She almost felt like a princess, and every woman deserved to feel like one at least once. Her mind wandered back to the letter Angelina had written him. Did Seth still want a princess?

A thought slithered through her sedated brain. What would happen now? Would he ask her to leave? Would he expect her to stay? She worked her bottom lip and he must have read her worry.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Concern etched his eyes.

“I-I should leave…” A part of her cringed at the thought of leaving and ending this beautiful moment with him, but on the other hand she couldn’t stay…could she?

“Why? I don’t want you to.”

“B-But…I haven’t slept with anyone since…well, you know…”

“Let’s compromise. Come to my bed and relax, rest a little. I like to cuddle afterward.” He kissed her cheek and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip.

How could she resist an offer that included Seth and cuddling? Her mouth watered at the mere thought. “Okay. For a bit.”

“Wait here a second.” He disappeared and came back holding a shirt. “My favorite shirt for you to wear. I wouldn’t let just anyone borrow it.”

She shook it out from the neat fold and her breath hitched. “It’s a football jersey.”

“Yeah…it’s mine from back in the day. I was a lot smaller back then and it’s probably the only thing I have that’ll fit you even close.”

“Are you sure? This must mean something to you.” She ran her fingers over the soft material, imaging him as a teen with a shock full of hair and boyish expression.

“You’re special.” He winked.

If only he knew what his words did to her. She could melt right here on the soft rug. “You’re sweet.”

“Not really. I have a motive. If you sleep naked, I won’t be able to keep my hands, and other parts, to myself. I can tell it’s been a while for you and I don’t want you to get raw.”

She swallowed hard. When had a man ever thought of her comfort? He was right, she was feeling a little sore in her body, but she’d just been made love to by a man who was above average in size. Sore or not, it didn’t prevent the butterflies from fluttering in her tummy.

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