This time when they got upstairs there were no games, no chasing, no teasing. Knight was in an aggressive mood, taking the key card from her fumbling fingers and opening the door.
He tossed the key in the direction of the dresser, not stopping to pick it up when it fell on the floor.
Then his hands were on her, everywhere, sliding, demanding, rough and pushy hands that wanted her, that stroked and squeezed until she was crying out. He had her tank top up, her pants half down, all while covering her mouth with deep penetrating kisses.
She lost her grip on her purse and it landed on his foot. He didn’t notice or didn’t care, and broke the kiss to suck hard on her nipple, leaving her gasping and tugging at his head.
Then he shifted his mouth and bit her, a light nip on the tender flesh of her breast, his teeth skimming over her before sinking in, and she called out some garbled illogical word that could have passed for Klingon.
While his mouth went to her nipples, shifting back and forth from one to the other, his hands worked her pants down to her knees, along with her panties. A finger slid inside her and she clung to him, mindless with need, grateful for the wall behind her that was holding her up.
Reese heard the sound of his zipper going down, saw him give a shove at his jeans. She rolled her head back as he kissed her on the mouth again, sucking her bottom lip. Rough hands gripped her cheeks, forcing her eyes open.
“God, I want you so much.”
“I want you, too.” Like she’d never wanted anything. Not even a byline in theNew York Times.Right then, she wanted nothing but him, to feel his hands and mouth on her, to come at his direction, to shudder onto his fingers and to taste his tongue with hers.
Knight had pulled a condom from his pocket, had torn it open viciously and was rolling it on. Reese couldn’t move, couldn’t draw her eyes away from the sight of his bulging erection, throbbing and rocking as he put on the condom.
Yes, she thought.I want that.
When he was ready, Knight moved his hands over her belly, up to her breasts, brushing each nipple, his tongue teasing along her bottom lip. His cock was nowhere near her and she wanted him to nudge, to bump and grind and tease her swollen clit, but when she rocked forward he evaded her hips and clenching thighs.
“Knight.”
Burying his hands in her hair, he met her gaze and said, “You’re gorgeous.”
Then without warning, he pushed forward hard and sank into her, all the way to the hilt, ripping the air out of her lungs and shattering her with pleasure. She came in little jerks of desire, her inner muscles gripping him as he filled her completely.
She felt wonderfully full, slick, engorged with him, his chest pressing against her breasts, her bursts of pleasure like ripples on a pond, rolling out of her.
As she came back down, he pulled out a little and thrust again, lengthening her orgasm and dragging another moan out of her. There was no time to recover, no time to sink against the wall and relax in stillness.
Knight was moving, hard, fast, thrusting so deep that she was lifting off her feet with each entry, and she had to hold onto his shoulders for support. He gripped her waist, pulling her hips forward to meet his, their skin slapping together and heat building inside her all over again.
THIRTY-FIVE
Derek was lost,out of control, his excitement and pleasure so intense he was nearly in pain. Reese’s inner muscles clung to him, quivering, and she fit tightly around his cock, her body still slick with desire.
He had meant to wait, to take it slow. To lead her through several rounds of foreplay before sinking into her soft and slow on the bed. But the minute he had had her alone, he couldn’t stop himself. He had waited too long, wanted her too much, and he had taken her, right there four steps from the door, on the wall next to the closet.
Her orgasm had surprised him, pushed him on, to plunge deeper inside her and to sink his hands into her satin hair, cover her mouth with sliding, gasping kisses.
Never had sex felt like this, this total urgent oblivion, where nothing mattered but Reese and him, joined together in mutual pleasure. That pleasure built, swelled, rocked through him until it spilled over the edges, bursting from him along with a throaty groan.
“Reese.” He dropped his head onto her delicate shoulder and closed his eyes as he shuddered into her, the sensation reverberating throughout his body.
A little laugh tickled across his ear, and he became aware of her thumbs trailing across his shoulders.
“Damn, I’m sorry. That wasn’t even five minutes, was it?” For all his bragging, he was no better than the boy who’d taken her virginity.
“It’s all about quality, not quantity,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the scratchiness of his chin.
Derek tried to push himself back a little, aware he was pressing her against the wall like a trash compacter. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in that fresh, floral smell of her shampoo.
For thirty seconds he refrained from asking. Then he couldn’t help himself. “So how was the quality?”
God, what a stupid thing to ask. Did he need her reassurance so much? A pat on the back, an A on his report card, an Excellent sticker slapped on his dick?