Page 43 of My Knight

And when it was done—when the shaking eased and the air finally returned to my lungs—I didn’t move. I didn’t want to.

She was still under me, still wrapped around me, still mine.

All mine.

I brushed my lips against her jaw, then her cheek, then finally her mouth. A slow, lingering kiss that said everything I couldn’t put into words.

She was quiet as her fingers traced circles on my skin.

I pulled her closer and held her there, still inside her, still connected.

I didn’t care about anything else.

Just this.

Just her.

Just us.

Chapter Sixteen

Saylor

The smell of coffee was almost enough to make me forget how sore I was.

Almost.

I’d woken up tangled in Pirate’s sheets with the warmth of his body beside me and the fading memory of his hands on my skin. We’d ended the night wrapped around each other, and somewhere between midnight and sunrise, we’d ended up enjoying each other three times.

Worth it?

Absolutely.

But my body wasn’t too pleased about it this morning.

He was in the shower now, and I was left limping a little toward the kitchen like I’d just finished a triathlon. I’d debated joining him in the shower—I really had—but after last night? I needed to regroup. Hydrate. Maybe stretch.

And coffee. Lots of coffee.

I grabbed two mugs and was just pouring the second one when soft footsteps padded into the kitchen.

“Hey, girl,” Dani said through a yawn as she rubbed her eyes. Her long hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she looked as exhausted as I felt. “You’re up early.”

I glanced at the clock. “It’s half past eight.”

She groaned. “I guess I’ve adapted to biker life sooner than I thought I would. Not going to Wine and Cheese Me every day has completely screwed up my sense of time.” She tipped her head to the side and squinted. “It’s Monday, right?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

“Good,” she said, already moving toward the coffee pot. “Only three more days until our saviors roll into town. As much as I love living at the clubhouse, I miss my house and the shop.”

I froze.

Three more days.

It hit me then—harder than I expected. Once Boone and Gibbs were dealt with, everything would go back to how it was before.

Before the attack.

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