Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
Reese didn’t even mind the humiliation of having to follow Knight back to her hotel.
She had no clue where she was since the only thing she’d been paying attention to on the drive over was keeping Knight in her sight.
She supposed if she had actually managed to stay undetected, she would have just used GPS to get herself back.
The whole night was a disastrous waste of time. Knight was right, she could have just been waiting for him at the hotel, chips from the minibar in her hand while she watched a movie.
But at least he wasn’t mad at her.
There wasn’t going to be any information forthcoming from him on the Delco investigation, but she still thought it was worth it to stick around for a day or two. One simple phone call to Ashton Chatterton wouldn’t hurt, and she wouldn’t tell Knight about it unless she was successful.
Meanwhile, tonight was knocking boots time. Or knocking slippers, in her case.
Knight waited for her in the parking garage, hands in his jeans pockets. She hitched her purse over her shoulder and tried to sail past him, acting like she always went out in her pajamas and slippers.
The elegant act was hard to accomplish when she had to shuffle to keep from stepping out of her slip-on slippers.
Knight rubbed his head like he was in pain. “So are we agreed that in the future you should not attempt to follow me for any reason?”
“Well, I can’t make any guarantees,” she said airily, then squawked when her slipper stayed behind and her foot kept going, landing on the filthy dirty concrete of the garage floor.
“Come here, Cinderella.” Knight bent over and picked up her foot, jamming her slipper back on.
His hair was falling in his eyes and she watched him in amusement. “You don’t look like a prince.”
It was a joke, but he didn’t laugh.
He looked up at her and said, “If you’re looking for a prince, you’d better start looking somewhere else. I’m more like the village peasant.”
He was no brawny potato farmer. “No, you’re the castle guard, ready to defend to the death. After all, your name is Knight.”
Now he did laugh, his hand stroking her ankle. “And you’re the princess who has an affair with the guard?”
Yeah, right. She would be an embarrassment to her kingdom. “No, I’m more like the not-so-buxom maid who has an affair with the guard.”
“And the guard is enjoying it a whole hell of a lot.” Knight’s hand roamed up her calf, under her pant leg, raising goose bumps on her skin.
That look on his face was wicked, amused, full of sexy intent, and she felt her nipples respond, her breath hitch, her thighs ache.
It was unbelievable but true. Knight could turn her on in a parking garage. A parking lot had been bad enough, but a parking garage? Where the smell of exhaust fumes clung in the air and the temperature resembled that of a cave.
She was about to protest, make a sarcastic remark about them already having a room, when Knight leaned forward and pressed his lips right on her.
Just between her thighs, dead center over her clit, pressing her panties against her restless body, and sending his hot breath searing through the thin cotton of her PJ pants.
“Upstairs. Now,” she croaked.
“Gladly.” Knight stood and tugged her hand towards the lobby door, while she trailed behind in a boneless fog.
This time when they got upstairs there were no games, no chasing, no teasing. Knight was in an aggressive mood, taking the key card from her fumbling fingers and opening the door.
He tossed the key in the direction of the dresser, not stopping to pick it up when it fell on the floor.
Then his hands were on her, everywhere, sliding, demanding, rough and pushy hands that wanted her, that stroked and squeezed until she was crying out. He had her tank top up, her pants half down, all while covering her mouth with deep penetrating kisses.
She lost her grip on her purse and it landed on his foot. He didn’t notice or didn’t care, and broke the kiss to suck hard on her nipple, leaving her gasping and tugging at his head.
Then he shifted his mouth and bit her, a light nip on the tender flesh of her breast, his teeth skimming over her before sinking in, and she called out some garbled illogical word that could have passed for Klingon.
While his mouth went to her nipples, shifting back and forth from one to the other, his hands worked her pants down to her knees, along with her panties. A finger slid inside her and she clung to him, mindless with need, grateful for the wall behind her that was holding her up.
Reese heard the sound of his zipper going down, saw him give a shove at his jeans. She rolled her head back as he kissed her on the mouth again, sucking her bottom lip. Rough hands gripped her cheeks, forcing her eyes open.
“God, I want you so much.”
“I want you, too.” Like she’d never wanted anything. Not even a byline in the New York Times. Right then, she wanted nothing but him, to feel his hands and mouth on her, to come at his direction, to shudder onto his fingers and to taste his tongue with hers.
Knight had pulled a condom from his pocket, had torn it open viciously and was rolling it on. Reese couldn’t move, couldn’t draw her eyes away from the sight of his bulging erection, throbbing and rocking as he put on the condom.
Yes, she thought. I want that.
When he was ready, Knight moved his hands over her belly, up to her breasts, brushing each nipple, his tongue teasing along her bottom lip.
His cock was nowhere near her and she wanted him to nudge, to bump and grind and tease her swollen clit, but when she rocked forward he evaded her hips and clenching thighs.
“Knight.”
Burying his hands in her hair, he met her gaze and said, “You’re gorgeous.”
Then without warning, he pushed forward hard and sank into her, all the way to the hilt, ripping the air out of her lungs and shattering her with pleasure. She came in little jerks of desire, her inner muscles gripping him as he filled her completely.
She felt wonderfully full, slick, engorged with him, his chest pressing against her breasts, her bursts of pleasure like ripples on a pond, rolling out of her.
As she came back down, he pulled out a little and thrust again, lengthening her orgasm and dragging another moan out of her. There was no time to recover, no time to sink against the wall and relax in stillness.
Knight was moving, hard, fast, thrusting so deep that she was lifting off her feet with each entry, and she had to hold onto his shoulders for support. He gripped her waist, pulling her hips forward to meet his, their skin slapping together and heat building inside her all over again.