Chapter 12
TWELVE
Reese had known Knight was packing, but this was ridiculous.
As she took him into both her hands, she said, “How many fingers did you say you were using?”
“Three.” His voice was tight and edgy.
Studying the smooth expanse of his erection, she shook her head in wonder. “Damn, this has that beat.”
He looked at her like he thought she was joking.
This was no laughing matter. And her body, still tingling from that orgasm, was enthralled by the sight of him, big and pulsing in her hands. What would it feel like to be filled by him? To have him pound into her, holding her flush against the bed, stroking her into ecstasy.
Or standing up, having his man hands on her ass, lifting her cheeks while he thrust up inside her.
Reese swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth and hoped Knight was planning a very fast trip to the store soon, or she was going to be forced to drop into the drugstore in nothing but this robe and ransack the condom aisle.
“Your hands are so smooth, so feminine,” he murmured, his dark gaze shuttered.
Moving around the length of him she said lightly, “Still strong enough to throw a fastball at forty miles an hour and break my brother’s nose.”
“Or beat me at arm wrestling?” he said in a dry voice.
She chuckled. “Exactly.”
Giving in to impulse, she leaned forward and ran her tongue across his chest, giving his nipple a little tug. Knight drew his breath in sharply, his hands reaching out and holding onto her elbows, squeezing hard.
“Take my pants off,” he demanded.
Without thinking, she did, shoving on denim and his cotton briefs until they were down around his knees, caught between her legs and his.
Glancing down to follow through on her task, she had an eye-popping view of his erection.
Free of the briefs, it was even more majestic as it rose up, ready for release.
This was dangerous. This was her brains being scrambled and her body being tortured. But she wanted to touch him, feel him, stroke him into the mindless desire that he had given her, and a quick hard release.
If she had to squirm along the way, then that was okay. All the more reason to work fast and send him to the store in search of latex.
Yet when her hand closed back over him, she forgot about herself as he gave a low soft moan. Instead, all she could think was how wonderful he felt, how it pleased her to please him, how relaxed she was with a virtual stranger.
Not so strange anymore. He had touched her, kissed her, sent her rushing into a frantic orgasm and now she could do the same for him. To him.
Moving faster, she built a rhythm, rushing over the length of his shaft, then up and over the head, her thumb moving separately in little circular strokes over the smooth skin. With her free hand, she snaked around and planted a firm grip on that rock solid ass of his that she had admired earlier.
He gripped her head, urged her forward for a long languid kiss that surprised her in its fervor, yet thorough intimacy. It wasn’t just driving and mating, it was deep, intertwining, knowledgeable. A stake-a-claim kiss.
It sent her heart racing in her chest, her fingers rushing faster over him, surprise mingling with passion laced with fear. This was different, wrong…right. Reese had indulged in a one-night stand a time or two in her life and was good at walking away without a backward glance.
She had always lived her life like she had something to prove. That she was tough, strong, and smart, and that she was all of that plus a highly sensual, gets-what-she-wants woman.
This was different from those other times where she had matched wits and blended bodies with men. It had never been personal.
When Knight muttered, “Pull back, Reese,” it was personal.
She followed him with her hand as he tried to maneuver out of her reach. He swore and yanked on her elbows trying to jerk her hand off him.
“I’m going to come. Pull back.”
The hell with that. She had come all over him, soaking wet and clawing nails. It was only fair he do the same, driven wild and desperate.
“I know. I want you to come on me.”
His jaw clenched, his arms tensed, his shoulders hunched up. “Don’t tempt me.”
Her thumb moved across the top of his cock, sliding slickly when it was met with the clear fluid signaling how close he was to an orgasm.
“I’m tempting,” she breathed, pressing her breasts against his arm, her nipples firming as they touched his flushed skin.
She used his own desire to wet all around in a circle, then she stroked down in a quick tight motion.
Knight grabbed the back of her head, crushed her lips to his in a rough kiss, and moaned as he gave up the fight.
His forehead rested against hers and hot breath spilled into her mouth as he panted in heavy silent gasps.
Warm heat spilled over her fingers, rolled across her fingernails, and touched her belly as she continued to hold him through his pulsing orgasm. He drew in a huge shuddering breath and shook his head.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I just did that.”
Reese kissed his jaw, finally releasing his ass, which she’d been holding like a prisoner. “Believe it.”
She couldn’t resist another taste of his mouth.
He accepted her kiss, sucking gently on her bottom lip before he said in a voice she hadn’t yet heard from him, “Let me get you a towel.”
Tender. That’s what it was. He sounded tender.
It made her damned uncomfortable. Pushing back, she pulled her hand off him and grabbed the robe off the floor. She wiped the worst of the moisture off on it and said, “I’ll just go wash up, it’s fine.”
Appalled at the tiny quiver she heard in her voice, she thrust her head up and gave him a wicked smile. Tossing her hair back she ignored her suitcase full of clothes and strode to the bathroom naked, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
He was standing there, looking bemused and confused, his pants still half down and his arms at his sides. Those chocolate eyes were trained on her rear, and the nostril flare was back.
When she returned to the room, having applied a fresh layer of deodorant and brushed her teeth after washing her hands, she found him lounging on her bed, jeans back up.
And snapped.
Damn.
Etiquette would deem it appropriate for her to put something on over her naked body, but she had never been one for rules. Instead, she crawled up next to him and positioned herself so that her breast draped across his chest.
For a second he tensed. Then his arm shot out and wrapped around her back, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
“Mmm. Minty fresh.”
“Hey, Knight?”
“Yeah?”
“This was supposed to make it better, right? Take the edge off.” She nibbled on his bottom lip.
“It didn’t work for me,” he said.
Good thing. She would probably turn his own gun on him if he rolled over and fell asleep, or left her right now. “Me either.”
“There’s a drugstore around the corner. I could be back in ten minutes.”
“Six if you jog.”
“Patience isn’t one of your strong points, is it?” He gave her a gentle nudge away from him and slipped off the bed.
Reese rolled onto her side and propped her head up with her hand, enjoying the sensitive feeling of the bedspread on her bare skin. “No.”
Knight glanced over at her as he swiped his sweatshirt off the edge of the bed. Then he nearly ripped the shirt in two. “Oh, Christ, Reese, I’ll never leave if you do that.”
“Do what? Lie on the bed in a naked seductive pose designed to drive you wild and torture myself?” It was definitely working for her. She clamped her thighs together and licked her lips.
He growled. The shirt fell.
He took one step toward her when his jeans chimed.
“Shit.” She saw his interest shift immediately from her crotch to the crotch of his pants.
It was his phone, and he was digging it out of his pocket, fingers wiggling around right where she wanted hers to be. One glance at the message, and his face lost the last of its desire.
He switched back to an FBI agent, and pulled his T-shirt on over his head. Heading to the closet, he said, “I’ve got to go.”
Only an appalling and immature woman would whine and argue. Reese wasn’t either of those. But she was sexually frustrated, which compromised her rationality and dignity.
“No!” She punched the pillow and collapsed back, willing her body to forget she’d ever set eyes on Knight. She and her body had been humming along unused just fine until she’d spotted his double fudge eyes and poetic ass.