When he slid out of her, she sighed, and Derek wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him, breathing in her sweet scent. Then he kissed the top of her head, in a move that startled them both.
It was too intimate, too caring for what they were doing here—which was a little casual sex. Yet he didn’t feel casual, he was having too much fun to call it that. Reese interested him way more than just about any woman who had come into his life in the past two years.
Which scared the shit out of him.
Had the chicken wings been laced with a love potion? Christ, he was acting like an idiot.
He did not know this woman. He had no reason to trust her. For all he knew, she was planning to kick him in his bad knee,steal the Delco evidence along with every dollar in his wallet, take his gun, and hit the highway.
The smart thing to do would be to distance himself from her, not get closer. Not kiss her on the head like a boyfriend would.
Get out while he could, take his evidence and his pride and forget he’d ever had the misfortune to glimpse her long luscious legs.
Then she unzipped his jeans and slipped a delicate soft hand inside his briefs, giving him a long stroke with cool fingers. He forgot that leaving would be the best thing to do in this situation.
He forgot that he shouldn’t trust her.
Hell, he forgot his own damn name.
TWELVE
Reese had knownKnight was packing, but this was ridiculous.
As she took him into both her hands, she said, “How many fingers did you say you were using?”
“Three.” His voice was tight and edgy.
Studying the smooth expanse of his erection, she shook her head in wonder. “Damn, this has that beat.”
He looked at her like he thought she was joking.
This was no laughing matter. And her body, still tingling from that orgasm, was enthralled by the sight of him, big and pulsing in her hands. What would it feel like to be filled by him? To have him pound into her, holding her flush against the bed, stroking her into ecstasy.
Or standing up, having his man hands on her ass, lifting her cheeks while he thrust up inside her.
Reese swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth and hoped Knight was planning a very fast trip to the store soon, or she was going to be forced to drop into the drugstore in nothing but this robe and ransack the condom aisle.
“Your hands are so smooth, so feminine,” he murmured, his dark gaze shuttered.
Moving around the length of him she said lightly, “Still strong enough to throw a fastball at forty miles an hour and break my brother’s nose.”
“Or beat me at arm wrestling?” he said in a dry voice.
She chuckled. “Exactly.”
Giving in to impulse, she leaned forward and ran her tongue across his chest, giving his nipple a little tug. Knight drew his breath in sharply, his hands reaching out and holding onto her elbows, squeezing hard.
“Take my pants off,” he demanded.
Without thinking, she did, shoving on denim and his cotton briefs until they were down around his knees, caught between her legs and his. Glancing down to follow through on her task, she had an eye-popping view of his erection. Free of the briefs, it was even more majestic as it rose up, ready for release.
This was dangerous. This was her brains being scrambled and her body being tortured. But she wanted to touch him, feel him, stroke him into the mindless desire that he had given her, and a quick hard release.
If she had to squirm along the way, then that was okay. All the more reason to work fast and send him to the store in search of latex.
Yet when her hand closed back over him, she forgot about herself as he gave a low soft moan. Instead, all she could think was how wonderful he felt, how it pleased her to please him, how relaxed she was with a virtual stranger.
Not so strange anymore. He had touched her, kissed her, sent her rushing into a frantic orgasm and now she could do the same for him. To him.