Page 49 of Knight
“So many fucking times.” He nibbled the column of my throat. “It’s killing me to have you here. Smelling you all the fucking time. Seeing you in those skimpy clothes you call sleepwear. Hearing you laugh. And that smile. Fuck! It does me in every time.”
He went on, kissing, licking, nibbling my skin in between his words. The combination was intoxicating. His mouth closed around my nipple as his hands pushed into my shoulder blades. I shamelessly rocked against his hard length.
Clothes.
There were too many clothes.
In one quick, unexpected movement I landed on my back, bouncing slightly as I hit the plush mattress. His body covered mine as his lips descended onto mine again.
Sparks shot off in my brain. I couldn’t form a coherent word or thought.
“Tell me this is real,” he said, his eyes heavy with lust as they looked down into mine. “Tell me this isn’t another dream. Some desperate hallucination.”
His left hand ghosted down my side as he held his weight on his other arm which was propped beside my head.
“Touch me, please,” I whined.
Before I could even blink, my pants, along with my panties, were pulled down my legs and tossed to the side. My legs fell open and I lay there sprawled out for the taking. He leaned back on his heels, his eyes roaming every inch of me. I felt exposed and raw and somehow completely at ease with it all.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered and I wondered if he was even aware that he had said those words out loud.
He leaned forward, kissing me with a deep but quick kiss. Then his tongue was leaving a hot, wet trail down my body. My hands threaded through his hair as he did a slow lick of my pussy. With a growl, like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, he buried his face in between my legs.
Tongue, teeth, lips. So much it was overwhelming and within seconds, I felt the buildup burst into the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever had.
I called out his name, no, more like screamed. Over and over, it ripped from my throat as I rocked my body into his mouth and crashed over the edge.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. The only sound I heard was the blood pounding in my ears. I felt dizzy and light like I was floating. Sweat coated my skin as my limbs began to tingle.
Wow.
Holy shit!
I’d never come that fast or hard, ever.
I wanted more but I couldn’t even move a single part of my body.
But before I could say anything, he was tossing the covers over us as he pulled my limp body into his side.
No, this wasn’t over. It couldn’t be. I wanted more. Needed more. And he hadn’t even gotten off. How was that fair?
“Sleep, Gwen.” He sweetly brushed the hair off of my forehead then planted a lingering kiss there. “Not yet, okay?”
His tone was new to me and left me with a million questions bouncing around in my brain. I lifted my head to look at him, only to have his warm hand cradle my jaw and lightly push my head back onto his shoulder.
“We need to talk before this goes any further,” his words left no room for argument. “And…there’s something I need to do.”
Cryptic much?
But my brain was too tired to even begin to press him for an explanation.
With a huge yawn, I snuggled up closer into his side and breathed in his scent. It was only a few seconds later that I was out like a light.
