Derek was still flying high from the tape of Chatterton, and was still edgy and upset about Maddock’s hints that Reese might be taking advantage of him.
He knew that wasn’t true. He knew it. She wanted him.
All the time. The way he wanted her, with hot, wet, grinding desire that pushed out everything else but the need to touch, to feel, to connect together in pleasure.
Like now.
“Hi,” he said, coming up behind her rapidly.
He threw his keys on the couch, dropped to one knee and sucked on that ribbon of skin peeping out at him, his hand shoving her skirt up.
“Oh!” She let out a startled cry that quickly converted to a moan as his hand closed over her mound.
With his hand against her, he pulled her back to him until his mouth was touching her thighs, kissing, sucking, running his tongue up and down, along her inner thighs and the underside of her cheeks. She tasted so good, so feminine, like sucking on a peach.
The panties were lacy blue things, almost like short shorts, not tight against her skin at the leg, but loose. There was room to push the fabric aside, to run his tongue over her everywhere until she murmured something he couldn’t understand.
Pulling the panties down to her ankles, he stood up and said over her shoulder, “What’s that, Peaches? I didn’t hear you.”
“Nothing, nothing,” she said, propping herself up on the bookcase by locking her arms.
He ran his thumb over the front of her, finding her swollen nub, nudging against her backside with his cock, sandwiching her between his front and back strokes. A woman could fake an orgasm, but she could never fake being this wet, this ready for a man.
Derek dug in his pocket with his other hand, found a condom, and unzipped his fly.
When he needed both hands to put the condom in place, Reese cried out in a jagged voice, “What are you doing? Don’t stop!”
“Shh. I’ve got something better for you, Peaches.” He eased between her legs, nudging her with his cock, teasing them both by pressing lightly against her, then pulling back.
Reese bowed back, trying to take more of him. “More.”
That word ripped through him, shattered all thought of teasing, sent him raging forward in triumphant pleasure, his feeling for her suddenly clear, obvious, unmistakable.
He was falling in love with her.
He wanted her to feel the same.
He sank deep, holding onto her hips, pulling her back against him as he leaned forward, his chest against her back. The layers of clothing between them added to his arousal. He wanted to touch her, feel her, yet the only part of her body he could feel was deep inside, where she wrapped around him with hot, tight, trembling muscles.
Derek found her clit with his finger as he pulled back, thrusting into a hard, desperate rhythm. He took her fast, his finger working her as he sent himself careening out of control. He had never been so mindless during sex, so free of thoughts except for Reese, so completely in awe of her.
When she said, “Oh, Knight, I’m going to come,” in a soft, breathy, grateful voice, he knew he’d found perfection.
“So, come,” he told her, pausing for a quick second before thrusting again, sending her groaning into an orgasm, clawing at the bookcase, arching her back in the most beautiful, graceful way he’d ever seen.
That was all it took for him to join her, pressing his lips together to keep from howling like a dying dog, pumping into her, stroking long past his final shudder.
He didn’t want to leave her. Ever.
He wanted to stay together like this, simple, connected, content, for an eternity.
Reese made a mewing sound, her head resting on her arm, her upper half having dropped forward onto the bookcase.
In a lazy voice, she said, “Did you have a good day?”
“Pretty good.” He kissed her shoulder. He was being very greedy with her, very raw and demanding.
Usually he had more control.