Page 41 of My Knight

Her lips parted under mine, and I didn’t hold back.

I finally tasted her—sweet, soft, and something that instantly felt addictive.

I groaned into her mouth and tightened my grip around her waist. I let myself sink into the kiss. Her body molded to mine, and her curves fit perfectly against me. It was like she belonged right there in my arms.

Saylor pulled back just enough to breathe. I took in her swollen lips, eyes heavy-lidded and blazing with want. She slid her hands under the hem of my shirt. She looked up at me, breathless. “Off.”

I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her hands immediately returned to my chest and glided over the ink.

“You’re unreal,” she whispered. Her voice was low and growly.

Her touch wasn’t rushed—it was curious, like she was learning and memorizing my body. And I let her. Let her explore and get to know me. Every place she touched, I lit up. I didn’t even try to hide how much I wanted her.

I dropped my forehead to hers and closed my eyes for a second to get a grip. “Baby, I don’t think you know what you are doing to me.”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me again—deeper this time. Her body pressed tighter to mine as her hands dragged down my sides and back up to grip my shoulders. “I think it’s the same thing you are doing to me.”

I stepped us back toward the bed and sat down. I pulled her into my lap. She straddled me without hesitation, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“Still good?” I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded, and her lips brushed mine. “So good.”

My hands slid under her shirt, inched it up until I could pull it off, and tossed it aside. Her skin was warm and soft. Itrailed kisses along her collarbone, down her chest, across the swell of her breasts, and savored every inch of her. She gasped and arched into me as I reached behind her and took off her bra. Her fingers threaded through my hair to keep me close.

Everything about her—the way she moved, the way she kissed, the way she moaned my name—drove me insane in the best way.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Not tonight.

Saylor’s breath caught as I kissed her, and her fingers gripped the back of my neck tighter, like she needed something to hold onto. I took my time and let my mouth explore her. Tasted every soft inch of skin.

She wasn’t shy—not with me. Her body responded to every kiss, every touch, like she’d been waiting for it. I was what she wanted. That knowledge—it lit something up inside me. A hunger, but also something heavier. Deeper.

She shifted in my lap and let out the smallest whimper when her hips rocked against mine. That sound—fuck—it was damn near enough to undo me. I leaned back just enough to look at her. Her lips were parted, pupils blown wide, and her cheeks flushed. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“You okay?” I asked, as my hands rested on her hips. My thumbs brushed the bare skin just above her shorts.

She nodded. “I’m better than okay.”

“Can I take these off?”

Her answer was a whispered, “Yes,” followed by her lifting up just enough for me to slide her shorts down her thighs.

I kissed her again as I leaned forward, twisted, and shifted us both until she was under me on the bed. She moved like she already knew how we’d fit together—effortless, fluid, like we’d done this a hundred times in another life.

Her legs parted to welcome me between them, and her hands ran down my back. Her nails scratched lightly at my spine and made me groan low in my throat.

Having her underneath me, I knew this wasn’t just lust.

It was way more than that.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and let my gaze roam over every inch of her as I moved back. “Every single part of you.”

She reached up and pulled me back down to her, and I went willingly.

There was nothing rushed about the way we moved. It wasn’t about proving anything. It wasn’t even just about the heat—even though there was plenty of that. It was about her. About being with her the way I’d wanted to be since the moment she first looked at me like I wasn’t just some biker in the background.

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