Page 42 of Hide and Seek
Knight grins and slowly pulls out of me before dropping straight to his knees between my thighs, his tongue slowly rolling over my clit and making me groan. He stops and looks up at me. “For the record, there is nobody else. I don’t plan on that changing, but if it does, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
His mouth closes over my clit, and I can’t physically respond. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride as his tongue draws lazy circles over the most sensitive part of my body. I tip my head back as the pleasure pulses through my veins.
I’m just about to come for the third time this morning when his phone rings and as he works my clit, he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone, hitting accept and holding it to his ear. “What?” he mutters, pulling back just an inch to speak before diving right back in.
He doesn’t stop tormenting me with his skilled tongue as he listens to whoever’s on the other end before pulling back again. “Fuck. Be there in ten minutes.”
He ends the call, and just when I think he’s about to bail on me, he tosses his phone on the counter, scoops his arms under my thighs, and drags me even closer before diving right in. “You’ve got thirty seconds,” he warns me.
I grin. “Challenge accepted.”
15
KNIGHT
Scooping Harper off the counter, her legs lock around my waist, and I carry her down my hallway as my tongue rolls over my bottom lip, savoring her taste. Her body slumps against mine, and I hold her up, keeping her safe in my arms.
She’s fucking wrecked after coming three times on my kitchen counter, and despite barely being able to hold herself together, I feel an overwhelming sense of pride booming through my chest. Watching her come apart for me, learning her body, and feeling the way she squirmed under my fingers was incredible, and now I’m fucking pissed that I’m being called in to work.
If I could stay here and make her come all day, I would, but instead, I have to deal with a hostage situation at the mall. But the moment I can, I’ll be right back here, buried inside her again.
Was it a little premature to declare that I have no intention of walking away from this? Probably, but I can’t fathom the idea of never touching her again, never tasting her, never feeling theway she takes me inch by fucking inch. That doesn’t mean I’m ready to settle down, put a ring on her finger, and shoot a few babies into her guts. Harper has made it more than clear that’s not what she wants, and considering she’s my step-niece, I think that’s a good call.
There was a firm line drawn, but after the past few days, I can see the line fading away in the distance. We bounded right over it and gave it the middle finger on the way past. Harper’s not wrong though, this is a slippery slope. One wrong move could have this crumbling around us, and yet I can’t seem to care.
I’ve held back for years out of respect for her mother and my brother’s marriage, but I suddenly don’t give a shit. Elias will have more than enough to say about it when the other shoe finally drops, but until then, I have every intention of fucking this girl into oblivion. Though one thing is for sure, the moment I can, I’ll be figuring out who the other asshole is she’s fucking and running a background check. I know she’s not my girl, and it’s not my place to put my nose where it doesn’t belong, but after the shit that’s been going down at the morgue, I can’t be too careful.
Reaching my room, I toss Harper down onto my bed, and she immediately grabs a pillow and squishes it to her face. She inhales deeply and groans with pure bliss. “Hmmmmm, smells just like you.”
A stupid-as-fuck grin pulls across my face, breaking my carefully placed facade, and I turn my back before stepping into my closet and searching for clothes. She’ll never know how fucking happy it makes me to see her naked and comfortable in my bed, breathing me in as though she already misses me.
What the hell is wrong with me? Keeping this strictly about sex is going to be a challenge when I want nothing more than to make her fall in love with me—to make her mine. “What else were you expecting?” I mutter, clearing my throat and tryingto remember that I’m a fucking SWAT officer at the top of my game, not some love-sick puppy desperately fawning all over a woman who only wants him for his cock.
Harper scoffs and shakes her head as I find a black shirt and pull it on. “What a shame,” she says with a heavy sigh. “I like you better naked.”
“You’ll like me any fucking way I give me to you.”
“Oooft, and the bossy asshat makes a return.”
I roll my eyes and continue getting ready, all too aware of the clock I’m on. I have all of eight minutes to get my ass out the door and to the station. I’ll be cutting it close, but I’ll still make it with a minute to spare. “What’s the deal with those nipple piercings?” I question, finding my tactical belt and clipping it into position as her gaze rakes over me with desire, making it damn clear that she doesn’t only prefer me naked. She likes a man in uniform, and right now, she’s practically frothing at the mouth.
“Ahhh, what about them?” she questions, an edge to her tone as she watches me through a narrowed gaze.
“Aren’t you worried that you’re going to need a defib machine one day and end up frying your nipples off?”
Her jaw drops, momentarily stuck for words. “I, uhhh . . . I thought you were going to say that you weren’t into them.”
“Oh, baby,” I groan, glancing at her on my bed again, her tits more than on display. “I’ve never been more into anything in my life. Won’t lie, it was a nice surprise. I assumed a lot of things about you, but not that. I like it.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing with the sweetest shade of red. “Good, because I don’t have any intention of getting rid of them anytime soon. But it makes me wonder, would it really fry my nipples if I got zapped?”
A laugh tears from the back of my throat. “No, if the pads are placed correctly, there won’t be an issue. Your nipples will remain intact and unfried.”
“And if they’re not placed properly?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Why don’t I go get my defib machine so we can find out?”
The spare pillow on my bed comes hurtling toward me. “You’re an asshole.”
