But that wasn’t his strong suit when Reese was in the room.
“How about you?”
“Mmm. I went shopping with Claire. And fetched coffee at Delco the rest of the day. Exciting stuff.”
Derek brushed across her stomach under her sweater, not wanting to give up his hold on her, wanting to capture this moment of perfect quiet happiness and keep it.
But she patted him on the leg. “Okay, back it up, Knight.”
They both sighed when he pulled out of her. Reese turned around and kissed him, a soft gentle kiss that only contributed to his emotional turmoil. Turmoil was probably an understatement. He was a train wreck.
Reese was warringbetween wanting to kick Knight in the nuts and grab him for another round. Of course, it wasn’t his fault she was forgetting everything she had told herself for the last ten years and was falling for him like a dewy-eyed teenager.
Maybe this was fate catching up with her for never acting stupid over a guy in high school. Now she got to act like an idiot over Knight. Except at sixteen it was excusable. At twenty-six it wasn’t cute.
But all wasn’t lost. She hadn’t told him her feelings, hadn’t admitted anything other than that she enjoyed his company and his cock. He never had to know that she was falling in love with him.
There was no one who could tell him but her, and she wasn’t about to say that out loud.
But she needed to stop being so agreeable when it came to sex. He snapped his fingers and she was having an orgasm. He was that good. And her embarrassing jealousy over Dawn and the decade-old wedding photo on his dresser had made it all the more satisfying when he had walked into the apartment and wanted her instantly.
But now it was time for her to take the lead.
“Another ugly suit. You’ve got to stop wearing these.” She grabbed the jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. He had themost wonderfully muscular chest under there and she wanted to see it.
“Going to work isn’t a fashion statement for me.”
“Well, you’re home now so take it off.” She leaned back against the bookcase and smiled.
He was taking off the jacket, but he stopped and looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean take it off. Take it all off. I’ve only seen you totally naked once, you know. I don’t think that’s fair, so I want to watch you strip.”
“I can show you naked if you want. But I’m not stripping.”
She laughed at the indignant look on his face. “I don’t want you to do a full-blown Magic Mike routine. I just want to watch you get undressed.”
He wanted to argue, she could tell. But then, those warm rich chocolate eyes trained on her, he started to unbutton his shirt. Her mouth went dry in reaction. Her inner thighs had an equal and opposite reaction.
When he undid the last button, he didn’t play around, but just stripped the shirt off, his shoulders muscles rippling as he worked off the sleeves, dropping it to the floor.
Dammit. He had a T-shirt on under there.
Which he pulled over his head and tossed at her. It hit her in the chest and she fisted her hand in it. It was warm, soft cotton, and covered with his scent. She brought it to her nose and took a whiff, loving that deep, rich, guy smell that was so different from her own.
He had peeled off his socks after kicking off his shoes, and he was working open his belt, now. Reese wanted to grab that tuft of caramel hair above his waistband and tug. Haul him right on over to her where she could squeeze his pecs and pull his zipper down with her teeth.
The window behind her was open a foot, letting in a crisp fall breeze, rushing over her arms, raising goose bumps and setting her nipples on end in her sweater.
She shivered. Knight didn’t look the least bit cold. He looked hot. Really, really rock solid hot.
All he was missing was oil rubbed over his chest.
He took his pants off. Then his underwear.
Now she was warm. Whew. There was a five-alarm fire burning under her skirt and her sweater was suddenly too thick.
“Anything else you want me to do?” Knight asked, holding his arms up.