Moving faster, she built a rhythm, rushing over the length of his shaft, then up and over the head, her thumb moving separately in little circular strokes over the smooth skin. Withher free hand, she snaked around and planted a firm grip on that rock solid ass of his that she had admired earlier.
He gripped her head, urged her forward for a long languid kiss that surprised her in its fervor, yet thorough intimacy. It wasn’t just driving and mating, it was deep, intertwining, knowledgeable. A stake-a-claim kiss.
It sent her heart racing in her chest, her fingers rushing faster over him, surprise mingling with passion laced with fear. This was different, wrong…right. Reese had indulged in a one-night stand a time or two in her life and was good at walking away without a backward glance.
She had always lived her life like she had something to prove. That she was tough, strong, and smart, and that she was all of that plus a highly sensual, gets-what-she-wants woman.
This was different from those other times where she had matched wits and blended bodies with men. It had never been personal.
When Knight muttered, “Pull back, Reese,” it was personal.
She followed him with her hand as he tried to maneuver out of her reach. He swore and yanked on her elbows trying to jerk her hand off him.
“I’m going to come. Pull back.”
The hell with that. She had come all over him, soaking wet and clawing nails. It was only fair he do the same, driven wild and desperate.
“I know. I want you to come on me.”
His jaw clenched, his arms tensed, his shoulders hunched up. “Don’t tempt me.”
Her thumb moved across the top of his cock, sliding slickly when it was met with the clear fluid signaling how close he was to an orgasm.
“I’m tempting,” she breathed, pressing her breasts against his arm, her nipples firming as they touched his flushed skin.
She used his own desire to wet all around in a circle, then she stroked down in a quick tight motion. Knight grabbed the back of her head, crushed her lips to his in a rough kiss, and moaned as he gave up the fight. His forehead rested against hers and hot breath spilled into her mouth as he panted in heavy silent gasps.
Warm heat spilled over her fingers, rolled across her fingernails, and touched her belly as she continued to hold him through his pulsing orgasm. He drew in a huge shuddering breath and shook his head.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I just did that.”
Reese kissed his jaw, finally releasing his ass, which she’d been holding like a prisoner. “Believe it.”
She couldn’t resist another taste of his mouth.
He accepted her kiss, sucking gently on her bottom lip before he said in a voice she hadn’t yet heard from him, “Let me get you a towel.”
Tender. That’s what it was. He sounded tender.
It made her damned uncomfortable. Pushing back, she pulled her hand off him and grabbed the robe off the floor. She wiped the worst of the moisture off on it and said, “I’ll just go wash up, it’s fine.”
Appalled at the tiny quiver she heard in her voice, she thrust her head up and gave him a wicked smile. Tossing her hair back she ignored her suitcase full of clothes and strode to the bathroom naked, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
He was standing there, looking bemused and confused, his pants still half down and his arms at his sides. Those chocolate eyes were trained on her rear, and the nostril flare was back.
When she returned to the room, having applied a fresh layer of deodorant and brushed her teeth after washing her hands, she found him lounging on her bed, jeans back up.
And snapped.
Damn.
Etiquette would deem it appropriate for her to put something on over her naked body, but she had never been one for rules. Instead, she crawled up next to him and positioned herself so that her breast draped across his chest.
For a second he tensed. Then his arm shot out and wrapped around her back, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
“Mmm. Minty fresh.”
“Hey, Knight?”