Before he could grab, kiss her, and touch her bare breasts like she was hoping, he stopped short and ran a finger along her hipbone.
“You’re bruised. Did I do that?” He looked both mortified and pleased all at once.
Reese glanced at the purple splotches dotting her left hip right above her pants. Just the sight of them reminded her of his rough hands holding on, squeezing, pressing hard as he thrust into her over and over again. Feeling her face flush with heat and desire, she licked her bottom lip, her nipples jutting forward.
“It’s okay. They match the scratch marks I gave you on your upper back.”
His expression shifted to speculation. “I have scratches on my back?”
Yep. She’d seen them when he walked into the bathroom. “Oh, yeah.”
He grinned. “You’re lethal with those hands, aren’t you?”
Waving them at him, she said, “You know it. You better watch yourself.”
“You don’t scare me.” Knight reached forward and gave a loud smacking kiss on each of her hands.
Then she did it again, the girl thing she had thought was eradicated from her personality forever. She giggled. Yikes.
“I can’t spend the night, Reese.”
Even as disappointment surged through her, she knew it was for the best. She had a busy day tomorrow, all in accordance with her brilliant plan devised five minutes ago.
It was hard to manage a shrug, but she pulled it off. “That’s fine. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow anyway.”
Still on his knees, he searched her face. “That’s why I have to go. I have a really important meeting in the morning. It will help move this case forward and I want to be well rested. If I stay, I sure in the hell won’t be sleeping. ”
“I understand.” Snaking down his chest, she covered his bulge with her hand. “Want to tell me what the meeting’s about?”
“Nice try, Woodward and Bernstein.” He sat up. “But I’d like to come over after work tomorrow if I could. If you want me to. If you’re still here in Chicago.”
Wouldn’t he be surprised when he found out she washereindefinitely?
“Yeah, I’ll be here, but why don’t we go out somewhere? I’m getting a little sick of the walls in this hotel room.”
That grin he was giving her made her wonder why in the hell she hadn’t put a shirt on. He looked like sin on a spoon, and her breasts were dying to be touched.
“Then tomorrow night you can lie on your back while I fuck you, and look at the ceiling instead of the walls.”
He couldn’t have shocked her more if he had stood up and performed Riverdance naked.
“Knight!” He was such an ethical, by-the-book kind of guy, but when it came to sex, Reese was discovering he liked it rough and raw.
That worked for her.
“I should cancel your salad after that remark.”
“Oh, hurt me, baby,” he said sarcastically.
There was a knock on the door. Knight stood up and tossed her his T-shirt lying on the dresser. “Put that on and get under the covers or something. I don’t want the room service guy checking you out.”
Even though it was a little high-handed, Reese found herself obeying, smelling the scent of him on the shirt as it passed over her nostrils. She was snuggling under the covers, propping herself up with three pillows when the same deliveryman as two nights before brought their food in.
He nodded to her with a grin.
Five minutes later, Knight was on the bed next to her, sprawled out on top of the bedspread eating his salad drowned in dressing while they watched an action movie.
The plot, which mostly involved grinning men and explosives, wasn’t hard to follow and Reese was enjoying the lazy relaxed atmosphere between her and Knight.