Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Still wet from her orgasm, she squeezed her thighs together. Like that had ever helped.
“I don’t wear my gun when I’m off duty.”
She dropped her hand to his pants and said, “You could have fooled me.”
“Reese.” Knight’s stance was no longer casual. “Shouldn’t I go to the store?”
Kissing the corner of his mouth, she murmured, “You can’t leave me here alone. Who knows what I might do, given how desperate I am.”
“Shit.” Hard hands stole up and grabbed her arms, trying to urge her back.
“And you wouldn’t even be here to see it.” She flicked her tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the moist saltiness of his mouth.
On a groan, he stopped shoving her, though he gave one last token objection. “But…the condoms,” he said, even while his thumbs found her nipple and his mouth dipped into her neck to lave kisses behind her ear and down to her clavicle.
“We’ll just have to feel our way around the situation.” And she stripped his jacket down off his arms, stepping back as it fell, to take him in.
Hot damn. He was gorgeous, every inch of bronzed, muscled, charming, put-together man enticing her, thrilling her.
“Not bad for an old guy,” she said in a husky voice.
Undoing the buttons on his shirt, he quirked an eyebrow up. “I’ll show you ‘old guy.’ ”
“Please do.” She’d seen his chest the day before, but now, with the dress shirt sliding down his arms, she gained new appreciation for it.
Maybe it was because she suspected the sight of Knight in dress pants was a rare treat, but he looked divine standing there bare-chested. He undid the black leather belt on his pants and unzipped them.
Then started towards her.
“No, finish the job. I want to see you.” Reese took a couple of steps back to maintain her view.
“You are so demanding.” But he did what she asked, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them.
Reese kicked off her high heels as she drank him in, every hard, golden inch of him. His black briefs were straining against his erection.
“Oh, my. Somebody wants to come out and play.”
The urge was overwhelming, then, and she knew what she was going to do. She didn’t just want her hands on Knight, she wanted her mouth on him. To taste him, have him fill her, let him hold her head and grind his teeth in pleasure.
“Will you play with us?” Derek grinned, gripping the band of his briefs, ready to drop them but waiting for her answer.
He wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea to be stripping naked when they didn’t have any condoms, but those reservations weren’t enough to stop him.
“I am definitely going to play with you.”
Reese’s eyes dropped to his briefs, her mouth open a touch, and Derek couldn’t resist. He shucked the briefs and stood up straight, feeling a bit like a proud peacock, emphasis on the words proud and cock.
“Mmmm,” she said, bubble gum pink tongue slipping out and wetting her plump lips.
“Come lie on the bed,” she added, lifting her dress up over her head and sending it sailing over the dresser to land in a heap on the ice bucket.
With the pasties gone, she was wearing nothing but the thong, and his brains turned to scrambled eggs.
She was thinner than most women Derek had dated, but she still had that womanly swell to her hips and belly, and full rounded breasts that bounced just a little as she climbed onto the bed.
With a naughty smile in his direction she slid the panties down and kicked them off.
Everything about her was smooth and soft and real, honest and totally lacking in artifice.
And this might be his only chance to be with her. In the next day or two she would go back to New York and he would probably never see her again.
The thought had him sitting on the bed next to her, reaching for her, wanting to touch and taste everything he could while he still had the chance. Reese turned to him, melting towards him, her mouth open, eyes shining. He opened his own mouth for the kiss he thought she was about to give him.
Instead, Reese ducked down at the last second, her head bending over his lap, her soft lips closing around his cock. The intense pleasure rocked through him and he placed a hand on the bumps of her spine arching in front of him as she took him deep into her mouth on a long, slow, hot stroke.
“Reese.” He shuddered, one hand staying on her back, the other reaching around between their bodies to find her breast and pinch her nipple.
He felt like every muscle in his body was about to snap, that he couldn’t stand the torture of her warm slick mouth covering his cock over and over in a languid skilled rhythm.
With each lift of her lips, each flick of her tongue over the tip of his engorged head, his need built, straining, pulsing, desperate desire growing.
Needing to hold, to pull, to squeeze, he ran his hand up her back to her glossy hair, burying his fingers in it and tugging. Her head jerked back, her mouth slid off him, her lips shiny and wet, her gray-green eyes sparkling with desire and determination.
“Lie back,” she said, pushing on his chest.
Releasing his hold on her hair, he did as she asked, the stiff hotel pillow causing a lump behind his shoulder. Without taking his eyes off her, he reached behind him and ripped the pillow out from under the bedspread. He tossed it to the side, where it tumbled off the bed and onto the floor.
Reese lay down next to him, her hip next to his shoulder, her feet pressing against the headboard as she leaned back over him, reaching for his cock. One hand squeezed the length of him, the other cupped his balls, and her mouth closed over him again.
He groaned, clamping his eyes shut, reaching back to grab the headboard, needing something to hold on to. Reese’s tongue moved quicker this time, dancing across him, while he fought against the need swamping him. He didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not when it felt so damn good.
Turning his head, his nose collided with her thigh and he realized how tantalizingly close she was to him. With a little nudge of her knee…yes, he could see everything. Her swollen peach folds, the tinge of moisture, the curve of her backside.
Hauling her leg over his shoulder, he buried his head between her thighs and sucked on her clitoris. Reese’s mouth jerked on his cock, and he heard her little pants of excited pleasure that she couldn’t contain before her lips closed over him again.
He met her stroke for stroke, his tongue moving as possessively and quickly as hers did, just as wet, just as eager until it swamped him, sending his hot burst into her mouth in great pulsing shudders of pleasure.
Before he could think to move, apologize, groan his way through the last jerks of his pleased body, Reese’s thighs clenched. He dipped his tongue inside her just in time to feel her muscles spasm, her hips lifting off the bed.
Her hands were still on him, his on her, mouths and wet tongues pressed intimately against each other as they shattered and came back down, one shudder at a time. Reese’s fingers relaxed first, then her thighs settled back down on the bed, her heavy breathing the only sound she was making.
Derek held on still, tense, shocked, pleased, wishing he had the right words to say, something to express his total enjoyment of her, his gratitude that she made him feel alive and in control again.
But there were no words in his testosterone-flooded brain and he sank back onto the bed, releasing his death grip on her thighs.
Bright red marks marred her pale skin where he had been squeezing her, and he caressed her, wanting to rub the bruises away, struggling to catch his breath.
“I like the way you play,” she said, arms slung over her head as she rolled onto her back.
And still he just lay there, unable to think of a single thing to say, a boneless, brainless mass of male idiocy.
A soft touch feathered across his knee.
“Does it hurt?”
Rousing himself, he looked down and watched her gently tracing the scar from his surgery, her lips placing a light kiss on his kneecap. Things shifted in his chest, as if he had indigestion. A strange pain settled in behind his ribs.
“Not all the time. It’s kind of like arthritis, some days are worse than others.” He was surprised it didn’t hurt now, after his sprint down the hall. But all he felt was deep, abiding satisfaction in every inch of his body.