“Oh, Knight!” This was the story of her life, temptation followed by fate laughing cruelly at her. Fate usually took the form of one of her brothers in her mental imaginings.
He hadn’t moved, but was still breathing hard as she lay draped across his back like a wet tissue. Pulling her hand off him, she was startled when his own hand closed over hers, drawing it back to his erection.
“We can either stop and I’ll go to the store, or we can find...other ways to satisfy each other,” he said.
Now the man was talking. Reese groped along him and said, “I don’t want to wait for the store.”
“Me either.” He took her hand, turned around, and covered her mouth in a deep, rough, wet kiss, his fingers laced through hers.
“Of course, maybe this is fate telling me I shouldn’t have sex with a man who ran me off the road and wanted me for my envelope.”
“I’m going to refrain from making a joke about your box.”
She giggled. Again. She couldn’t help herself.
“And fuck fate.”
Okay. She wasn’t going to argue with that. It had been a futile attempt at rational anyhow. It would take more willpower than she had to walk away from him, stark naked, and go their separate ways.
Tomorrow she had to go be the dippy reporter for theNewark News,firmly entrenched in her crappy life. Tonight she was just a woman, a successful, sensual woman who had a hot Fed at her mercy, ready and willing to satisfy all her desires.
A Fed who was bending over again, closing his mouth over her nipple, scratching her with his beard on her soft skin as he flicked his tongue over her.
He said, “You could argue that fate put you in my rental car. That fate wanted you to get naked with me.”
Reese squeezed his shoulders as his mouth moved to her other breast, his finger rolling across the nipple he had left painfully hard and slick.
“That’s true.” As he moved his leg in between hers, she felt his erection pressing into her. Her eyes snapped open. “Wait. We can’t. No condoms.”
Remember that,she commanded herself.Be smart, be safe, be mature.Arguably all things she struggled with. But not when it came to sex. She’d never been stupid about sex and no matter how many times Knight touched her below the belt, she wasn’t going to give in on this one.
“I know.” He did that ear thing again, where he whispered into her, making her shiver and cling to him.
“I’m just going to suck you and finger you until you come. Is that alright?”
He wouldn’t have far to go. “That sounds fine.”
“It will make you feel better. Just a little something to take the edge off,” he coaxed, all the while his hands sliding down her sides, big hands. Man hands. Hands that held a gun and went without gloves in the winter.
Rough hands, with bumps and calluses and hard skin, that scraped her waist and made her feel about as strong as dandelion fluff. Whereas a minute ago naked had felt powerful, controlling, now she was vulnerable, exposed before him and his fast-moving fingers.
She curled against him, closing her eyes, not wanting to see, just to feel what he was doing as he cupped his hand over her mound, his mouth hovering an inch in front of hers. His breath tickled her lips, she could taste him and his closeness, feel the hardness of his chest and the soft hair there brushing against her nipples.
He hovered, holding, breathing, still, until her inner muscles quivered with anticipation, waiting for the moment when he would touch.
She pushed forward, impatient, needy, and said, “Knight. Come on.”
Keeping her eyes closed, she heard him exhale, a pleased soft laugh before his tongue startled her by touching the center of her bottom lip. Reese looked at his angled masculine face, so close she almost went cross-eyed. She dropped her head back as his tongue entered her mouth, hard and demanding at the same time he kicked her thighs apart with his foot.
Then before she could groan, his finger was inside her, sliding in and out to match the rhythm of his tongue, a double assault that had her mindlessly clawing at his back and struggling to stay standing.
He didn’t mess around. He went straight for the kill, something she’d have to remember when she wasn’t praying for salvation like she was at the present.
In and out, he stroked her over and over until she had to stop him, had to regain some level of control. Otherwise she was going to beg him to never stop, to keep her and take her at his will.
To hell with that.
She jerked back her mouth from his, panting. “You don’t play around, do you? You get right down to business.”