Not that he expected Reese to say no. She had it for him just as bad as he had it for her. They couldn’t be together five minutes without passion flaring between them. And Reese had a little trouble keeping her hands off his ass, he’d noticed.
Not that he minded. It only added to his desire. As did the lusty gleam in her eye right now. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, tugging, pulling, making him want to push hers aside and replace them with his own teeth.
He played with the strap on her top, flipping it until it fell down her arm, giving him a flash of creamy flesh above her breast. If he were a little closer, he would lean forward and suck hard right there, marking her, tasting her until his mouth left a red stain on her flesh.
But he was still half in the window and she was too far away.
“If youdon’tfollow me to my room, I’ll hunt you down and hurt you,” Reese said.
He loved a woman who knew what she wanted.
Especially when what she wanted was him.
THIRTY-FOUR
Reese didn’t even mindthe humiliation of having to follow Knight back to her hotel. She had no clue where she was since the only thing she’d been paying attention to on the drive over was keeping Knight in her sight. She supposed if she had actually managed to stay undetected, she would have just used GPS to get herself back.
The whole night was a disastrous waste of time. Knight was right, she could have just been waiting for him at the hotel, chips from the minibar in her hand while she watched a movie.
But at least he wasn’t mad at her.
There wasn’t going to be any information forthcoming from him on the Delco investigation, but she still thought it was worth it to stick around for a day or two. One simple phone call to Ashton Chatterton wouldn’t hurt, and she wouldn’t tell Knight about it unless she was successful.
Meanwhile, tonight was knocking boots time. Or knocking slippers, in her case.
Knight waited for her in the parking garage, hands in his jeans pockets. She hitched her purse over her shoulder and tried to sail past him, acting like she always went out in her pajamas and slippers.
The elegant act was hard to accomplish when she had to shuffle to keep from stepping out of her slip-on slippers.
Knight rubbed his head like he was in pain. “So are we agreed that in the future you should not attempt to follow me for any reason?”
“Well, I can’t make any guarantees,” she said airily, then squawked when her slipper stayed behind and her foot kept going, landing on the filthy dirty concrete of the garage floor.
“Come here, Cinderella.” Knight bent over and picked up her foot, jamming her slipper back on.
His hair was falling in his eyes and she watched him in amusement. “You don’t look like a prince.”
It was a joke, but he didn’t laugh.
He looked up at her and said, “If you’re looking for a prince, you’d better start looking somewhere else. I’m more like the village peasant.”
He was no brawny potato farmer. “No, you’re the castle guard, ready to defend to the death. After all, your name is Knight.”
Now he did laugh, his hand stroking her ankle. “And you’re the princess who has an affair with the guard?”
Yeah, right. She would be an embarrassment to her kingdom. “No, I’m more like the not-so-buxom maid who has an affair with the guard.”
“And the guard is enjoying it a whole hell of a lot.” Knight’s hand roamed up her calf, under her pant leg, raising goose bumps on her skin.
That look on his face was wicked, amused, full of sexy intent, and she felt her nipples respond, her breath hitch, her thighs ache.
It was unbelievable but true. Knight could turn her on in a parking garage. A parking lot had been bad enough, but aparking garage? Where the smell of exhaust fumes clung in the air and the temperature resembled that of a cave.
She was about to protest, make a sarcastic remark about them already having a room, when Knight leaned forward and pressed his lips right on her. Just between her thighs, dead center over her clit, pressing her panties against her restless body, and sending his hot breath searing through the thin cotton of her PJ pants.
“Upstairs. Now,” she croaked.
“Gladly.” Knight stood and tugged her hand towards the lobby door, while she trailed behind in a boneless fog.