Besides, given the way he was studying her, hands all over her thighs, mouth sliding along her skin to…oh my god, he was bound to figure it out on his own.
“Wait a minute.”
When he pulled his lips back from the front of her panties, Reese tried not to cry.
Then strong hands twisted her back around until her backside was towards the hall—towards him—again, only this time her dress was up around her waist and she was sure he could see everything that God had given her. Left and right side.
“I should have guessed. A thong,” he said, voice thick and low. “Christ, that’s a beautiful thing. ”
Her face was smushed against a cold hotel door, the peephole pressing into her cheek and her bare behind was stuck out for Knight and anyone who happened to walk by to see, but when one rough finger ran down the lace line of her thong, she didn’t give a flying fig about anything.
Anything but his hard warm hand, plucking the little string forward, and slipping down, down, between her cheeks and around, where he stopped.
“Look what I found,” he murmured, his mouth by her ear, his chest brushing against her back.
Reese wiggled, wanting him to move, to fill her with his fingers like he had the day before. Her breast was still out of her dress, the fabric shifting and bunching, her nipple randomly hitting the cold door as she rocked. The surprise of cool metal against her hot flesh made her gasp.
Knight pushed her thighs apart with his wrist, then dipped inside her with his finger. He wasted no time, setting a quick rhythm of sharp thrusts that had her clinging to the door and panting, ready to let a quick orgasm overwhelm her.
Then the door next to them opened.
Knight heard the sound before she did and he pulled out of her with a quick jerk, while his other hand yanked the skirt of her dress down. She wasn’t that quick. Reese was still clinging to the door and moaning when a nice-looking, older couple stepped out of the room next to them.
“Honey, I can’t find my key,” Knight said. “Let me get the other one out of your purse.”
She could feel him bending over to retrieve her fallen purse, felt his hip knock against hers, and she struggled to peel herself off the door and at least attempt to look normal.
Given the twin expressions of shock on the couple’s face, she guessed she wasn’t succeeding.
But then Knight said, “I think my wife ate bad chicken. All of a sudden her stomach hurts and she’s flushed.”
The woman’s hand went to her chest. “Oh, poor thing. You’d better get her inside quick.”
Reese moaned again, keeping her left side turned to the door, suddenly aware that if she stood straight up, her breast would be waving at the nice couple. Knight stepped in front of her, shielding her as he stuck the key card in the slot.
The green light blinked, Knight turned the knob, and the couple started down the hall. And Reese felt the overwhelming urge to laugh, a wheeze squeezing past her clamped lips.
Knight shot her an amused look as he pushed the door open. The door had barely swung shut behind them when his arms were around her, and his mouth was rushing towards hers.
“Wait, you’d better not kiss me. I’ve had bad chicken.” She put her fingers on his lips to stop his progress.
“Ha, ha.”
His tongue reached out and flicked her fingertip, all that moist heat, slick and intimate, creating a comparison to another part of her she wasn’t likely to misunderstand.
It seemed Knight had figured it out, too. Already he was lowering himself to his knees, right there in the entry to her room, the coat closet behind her and the mirror—holy hell, themirror—right in front of her.
Unable to look away, fascinated and flushed with pleasure, Reese watched the back of his head, and the taut pull of his suit jacket as he yanked up her skirt again.
He didn’t bother to take her panties off, just pushed the lace to the side and spread her with his thumbs. His shoulders tensed, one knee on the floor, the other bent as he studied her, breath blowing across her clit. Reese dared to look higher in the mirror, to confront her own image, and her hand fell to his head for support.
Curling her fingers in his thick hair, she took in her own disheveled hair, the bright pink spots on her face, the cherry lips, and one breast pushed up out of her dress. Bad chicken, her ass. She looked like she’d been caught in the act. Plain and simple.
“I want to taste you.”
When his tongue gave a light dart across her, she tightened her hold on his hair and pulled, the strands curling around her anxious fingers. Her knees bent, weakening under the onslaught of pleasure tearing through her.
Knight took another slow lick, sliding from one end of her slit to the other, and she shuddered. His hands snaked around to her bare backside, and holding her tight, he drew her forward, bumping her against his tongue, driving her insane with need, burning aching need that was every kind of pleasure mixed with tight pain.