Page 8 of Saved By a Knight

Once he’s leaning back in his chair, lifting his glass back to his lips, do I notice the reason for his sudden retreat. Our waiter has returned, with his silver tray in hand and a chocolate pudding sitting on top. Two spoons, four strawberries circling the ramekin coated in icing sugar.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asks as he places the dessert between Knight and me.

“Not for me,” the big man says.

“Nor me,” I add.

The waiter steps away, leaving us to our treat.

Knight grabs a spoon and gets a big scoop of the pudding onto it. He grabs one of the strawberries next, carefully placing it on top of the mound of gooey chocolate. I expect him to take the big bite himself, but instead he leans forward again, offering it to me.

With another wave of heat flushing my cheeks, I open my mouth wide and accept his offer. It fills my cheeks to the brim, and a devious smile tugs at the corner of his bearded face.

“Better not fill up too much,” he teases, scooping another bite onto his spoon before taking a bite himself. “You should save some room for me.”

And as good as the chocolate pudding is, that sentence sends me over the moon. Having lost all need for pretenses, Knight’s crude joke is exactly what I needed to hear to know that we’re in sync.

Chewing and swallowing the portion he gave me as quickly as my cheeks will allow, I wipe away any remnants of chocolate and icing that may remain and stare him square in the eyes.

“Then how about we skip the dessert and get to the fun part?” I say with as much seriousness as I can muster, feeling butterflies swarming in my belly.

Without another word, Knight drops the spoon and jumps to his feet, offering a hand to help me up from the table. I accept, and he whisks me out of my chair, basically sprinting from our table to the front door. He doesn’t stop until we’re outside, next to his bike.

“You must think I’m all sorts of desperate.” There’s a playfulness to his tone that makes me giggle.

“I’m the one who pushed, aren’t I?” I snake a hand over his shoulder. “If you’re desperate, what does that say about me?”

Hooking the same hand around his neck, I swing the other around his waist. I’m practically hanging onto him with how tall he is. Trying to keep this position, my feet barely stay on the ground, but Knight rests his hands on my waist and lifts me a little higher to ease the strain.

“That you’re fucking perfect,” he says.

Knight doesn’t give me time to process those words before he flings himself at me for a hot, passionate, and breathtaking kiss.

Thank fuck he’s holding me up. Otherwise, I’d have fallen to my ass by now.

Yeah, I knew I made the right choice in pursuing this. James Knight is everything I could’ve asked for and so much more.

5

KNIGHT

An anguishing ten minutes later, we’re in a hotel room, with a room towering over the city. But there’s no time to take in the view or enjoy the luxuries the hotel has to offer. Lora has a different idea, and she’s made it very clear the entire way over.

It started with her hands lowering down my body while we rode over here on my motorcycle. From my abs to my belt, and finally against my crotch. She was holding on tight, just like I said she must, but I couldn’t have bargained for a tight grip against my shaft, practically stroking it the whole way over.

I’d have to be a fool not to know whatlet’s grab a hotel and spend a night heremeant. It’s a half-hour drive back to Boulder, and I'd have done it with her on the back of my bike if she wanted to go.

She didn’t want to go. And now we’re here, standing in the open-plan living room of a hotel, staring at each other like we’re aliens. Wandering eyes drinking in every breath. Imagination runningwild about what’s hiding under that dress, when by the end of tonight, I’ll have the answer.

Wait, fuck.

She’s staring at my cock.

Wide-eyed.

Nervous.

Excited.

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