FORTY
Reese didn’t knowwhy the hell she had just set herself up to lose, but it no longer seemed to matter. She could eat room service chicken wings twenty-four/seven if it meant Knight would keep stroking her into oblivion like this.
She wiggled back and forth, wanting him to move her panties out of the way, wanting her breasts bare against him, but he held her tight in place, running his finger over and over her clitoris through the satin panties, teasing her by dipping a little inside, then drawing back out. The jeans were pulled forward hard to accommodate his arm down them, and the back seam drew up, sending the string of the thong digging into her and the denim brushing against her bare behind, further arousing her.
Not that she was going to go down without a fight. He was grinding against her hand, and when she pulled the length of him out of his briefs, he groaned.
This hadn’t been her plan when he’d shown up for the night. But then he had babbled on about the case and she had watched him, so cute, so stressed out, so perfectly moral and sexy, that she had felt that now-familiar tug between her thighs.
Then he had called her his girlfriend, which had both freaked her out and turned her on. She had never really been good atbeing a girlfriend, but they were only talking short-term, while she was here in Chicago, maybe a month or so at the most. It was perfect, low-risk, a great way to indulge in fabulous sex without guilt. She had never really had what could be called an affair, but she suspected this was one.
And she was going to enjoy it. Even if that meant repetitive meals and bad outfits.
She loved the way he felt, the way he filled her hand with his hot throbbing cock, the way his breath hitched and caught when she touched him. The way they leaned into each other, their fingers picking up speed together, her hair spilling over her face and his chest, muscles tightening, hands holding onto each other.
Racing forward, meeting for a grinding teeth-knocking kiss, Knight’s hand finally, blissfully tearing aside her panties and sliding into her, gliding across her slick burning flesh, pushing between her swollen folds.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted softly, arching against him, her own fingers frantic and frenetic over his cock.
He had big fingers, and when he went deep, she could feel the rounded hard edges of his fingernail scraping across her, an arousing contrast to the soft milky wetness of her own body.
She felt that difference everywhere, her rounded breasts pressing into his hard chest, her curvy hips flush against his solid ones, her slender pale fingers on his darker remarkably firm cock. When his finger slipped out, and circled around her clitoris, she let the orgasm sweep over her, rocking onto him and squeezing her fingers over him tightly. Eyes closed, she shuddered as the pleasure ran over her like a semi-truck, knocking her out with its breathless intensity.
The final jerk she gave made her tug on him, her fingers almost flying off as she stroked fast and hard, and then he was joining her, panting his way through his own orgasm,murmuring her name with such ecstasy that Reese smiled, a deep sense of satisfaction stealing over her.
They stayed motionless, hands still on each other, her head resting against his, while Reese tried to even her breathing and remember why she was even in Chicago. Why she was even alive for any reason other than to touch and be touched by Knight.
Retrieving his hand from her pants, he said, “I guess we stay in.”
“Why?” She still wanted to get out of this hotel room, and she wasn’t going to let a little thing like losing interfere with that.
“You came first. That was the deal, remember?”
Pressing a kiss on his shoulder, she tried hard to sound innocent. “I didn’t come.”
“What?” Indignation ripped through his voice.
He forced her chin up so she had to look into those double chocolate fudge eyes that made her just want to slip a dollar into his jeans in gratitude.
“You came, Reese. I felt it.”
She gave him a slow grin. “You can’t prove it.”
Understanding dawned in his eyes. “You are such a cheat.”
“Of course I am. I have four brothers. Cheating was the only way I was ever going to win anything. ”
“Well, then, I didn’t come, either. So we’ll have to have a do-over.”
Reese looked down between them, where the unmistakable evidence of his orgasm was on his shirt. “Uh, in your case we have proof.”
She laughed as he grimaced, and finally muttered, “Fine, we’ll go out. But I have to change my shirt, now.”
“Here, just put this back on.” Reese slipped off the shirt he had given her. She would just put on a bra with her tank top and the heck with it. She was starving.
FORTY-ONE
Derek couldn’t believehe was sitting in a restaurant with a woman wearing white fuzzy slippers.