Back and forth he went, up and down, while his nose knocked into her, and his thumbs stroked the underside of her ass. Reese held on and gave in to it, feeling an orgasm building, hot undulating waves of desire rushing up to consume her.
When they did, she jerked hard in her intense satisfaction, falling back against the closet door. But Knight held on, fingers squeezing hard in her thighs as he kept his tongue roving over her, questing, pleasing, while shudders coursed through her body. Eyes half closed, she still managed to catch their reflections in the mirror, her body pressed up against Knight’s, her taut hold on his head, his movements slowing as she relaxed.
When he leaned back and gazed up at her, she nearly blushed. Geez, that was fast. The arrogant satisfaction on his face didn’t help. So she shoved his head none too gently, letting her fingers unfurl from his soft caramel hair.
Most men would have been offended. It was a rude gesture. But Knight just laughed.
“You like to go first, but then it pisses you off that you’re finished first, doesn’t it?”
Maybe. Yes. So, what of it?
Reese raised her arms and tried to tug her dress up over her hips. Nothing moved and she wiggled to get a better hold. “I’m not finished. Get a condom and I’ll show you.”
Knight’s head hit her thighs. Startled, she dropped her arms and looked at him buried in her crotch, groaning. “What?”
“I never bought condoms. Last night I was up working until two, I got home and my sister was in my apartment, and then this morning—” he pulled back and pointed to his head “—I got a haircut. I forgot to get the condoms.”
That was possibly the worst thing she’d ever heard.
“Do we really need them?” he asked, a hopeful pleading in his voice.
Reese cuffed him on the head. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Okay. Sorry.” He stood up and stuck his hand in his pocket. “But I just meant that if you’re on the pill…”
She knew what he meant, but women who have sex every three years do not need to be on the pill. She suddenly wished she had suffered from cramps and irregular cycles. But no such luck, she’d never needed the pill for that, either.
“No, I’m not.” But she was glad he’d gotten the haircut. He looked really hot. Not that he’d been hurting before, but in the suit, with the hair…yowsa.
She wanted to take that jacket off him. Right now. Forgetting about her uncooperative dress, she reached out and ran her hands along his chest, scraping her nails over the smooth crisp fabric of his shirt. She could feel his hard muscles tightening beneath her touch and she explored up and down, shoving his jacket to the side.
“Are you frisking me, now?” he asked, staying aloof with his hands still in his pockets.
“I’m looking for your gun.” Reese closed the remaining distance between them and rolled her head back when his erection nudged her. If he had been aiming for the target, he couldn’t have done better. Bull’s-eye.
TWENTY-FIVE
Still wet from her orgasm,she squeezed her thighs together. Like that had ever helped.
“I don’t wear my gun when I’m off duty.”
She dropped her hand to his pants and said, “You could have fooled me.”
“Reese.” Knight’s stance was no longer casual. “Shouldn’t I go to the store?”
Kissing the corner of his mouth, she murmured, “You can’t leave me here alone. Who knows what I might do, given how desperate I am.”
“Shit.” Hard hands stole up and grabbed her arms, trying to urge her back.
“And you wouldn’t even be here to see it.” She flicked her tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the moist saltiness of his mouth.
On a groan, he stopped shoving her, though he gave one last token objection. “But…the condoms,” he said, even while his thumbs found her nipple and his mouth dipped into her neck to lave kisses behind her ear and down to her clavicle.
“We’ll just have tofeelour way around the situation.” And she stripped his jacket down off his arms, stepping back as it fell, to take him in.
Hot damn. He was gorgeous, every inch of bronzed, muscled, charming, put-together man enticing her, thrilling her.
“Not bad for an old guy,” she said in a husky voice.