Chapter 48
FORTY-EIGHT
“Are you really going through with this?” Derek lifted Reese’s suitcase, along with an overflowing shopping bag, and headed for the door.
“Yep.”
“Why?” He didn’t want Reese to move in with his sister. Or more accurately, he didn’t want her to move out. Three days, and he was already used to her being around all the time.
“Because it’s what Claire and I planned to do.” Reese was wearing a pair of his sweat pants, and her ankles looked like the sticks on cotton candy. Two little skinny strips of flesh surrounded by yards of puffy navy cotton.
She might be moving out, but she was taking half his wardrobe with her, including an assortment of sweat pants, T-shirts and jeans.
It amazed him that Reese never seemed to think her permanently borrowing his clothes, a huge girlfriend thing to do, was a big deal, yet she freaked out at any mention of that G word. Nor did he understand why he was allowing her to rob him of practically every item of casual clothing he owned.
“It just seems like a lot of hassle, and you’re not going to be in Chicago for that long.” He wanted to add, Are you? but refrained himself. “Claire can find another roommate.”
Reese blew her hair out of her eyes. “Are you jealous or something? Don’t you want me to be friends with Claire?”
“Of course I want you to be friends with my sister. But if you’re there, and I’m here...” He reached out and tugged on the waist of the sweat pants she was wearing. “I can’t do this whenever I want. ”
He kissed her, covering her mouth with his, tasting her tongue as he moved his hands inside the bulky pants to cover the front of her satin panties. His thumb rushed over her as he sucked the tip of her tongue between his lips.
God, she tasted so good, and every time she was near him, he wanted her, a deep quaking quenching need that couldn’t be satisfied until he’d touched and tasted everywhere.
“Umm, the silky kind,” he whispered as he slid along the heated slope of her panties. “I like these the best.”
“I thought you liked the thong.” Reese kissed the corners of his mouth, her own hand exploring across the front of his jeans until she found his erection.
Not that it was hard to miss.
Especially after mention of the thong. “Maybe I’m not picky, I like whatever you’ve got on. Or even better—off.”
“Knight, it’s time to go. I told Claire I’d pick up the keys from the landlord at three o’clock.”
“You’re not talking to someone who cares.” Squatting down, he took her sweat pants and that scrap of satin down, exposing her pussy to him.
“Knight,” she warned, her thighs tense, her fingers digging at his shoulder flesh.
Reaching out, he put one thumb on either side of her and gently parted her until he could see her dewy pink folds. He dipped his tongue in and tasted, running from one end to the other until he was throbbing with desire, his thumbs trembling as they held her.
He could feel the moment she gave in, when her fingers slackened on him, her head went back, her breath sighed, and when he tasted her again, she was wet and ready.
“We need to leave,” she said, even as the shopping bag she was holding tumbled from her hand onto the floor.
“No.”
“You can’t hold me here against my will.”
He sucked her clitoris, felt her shudder. “Who’s holding you against your will? I’m not pointing a gun at you.”
“No. And you don’t have me handcuffed, either.”
Something about her tone made him snap his head up.
Her lips were parted, her eyelids heavy, her breasts jutting beneath his T-shirt.
He thought about handcuffing Reese to his bed and swallowed hard.
Those milky white arms, up over her head, her hair swinging back and forth as she strained to get free, her breasts tumbling over her chest.
His cock about ripped a hole in his jeans.
“Don’t move.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yes.” As he stood up, he stripped her T-shirt up and off, sucking her nipple through the satin of her bra. Above the smooth edge was a red bruise, marring her creamy skin.
It was from his mouth, several days before, sucking hard on her flesh, and the sight of it spurred him on, took his desire to new lengths, pushed him beyond rational. He loved turning her on, making her whimper, caressing her softness and burying himself in her.
Stay. He wanted her to stay.
Reaching around her back, he undid the clasp of her bra, let her breasts spring forward into his hands as she gave a low moan. Then he tossed that bra to the floor, and lifted her right leg. He worked the sweat pants off and then did the same to the left leg.
Leaning back, he took her in, every pale, soft, smooth, awe-inspiring inch of her.
Her creamy skin was pink, flushed from her excitement, and her nipples were thrust forward.
When her hands went up to sink into her hair, to push the thick lustrous strands off her face, he wished he could capture it.
She was perfect. The moment was perfect, including the look in her eye.
She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
The tip of her tongue came out and wet her plump bottom lip.
Derek, eyes still trained on her, opened the drawer of the end table and felt around until his fingers closed over his handcuffs. When he pulled them out, Reese’s eyes widened.
“What the hell are those for?”
She knew precisely what they were for. Her hands pressed against her belly, low, like she’d felt the same jolt of desire that he had.
“It’s to make sure you don’t leave.” Derek dangled them loosely in his hand. “Not until I’m finished with you, anyway.”
Her eyes snapped at his tone. “I thought you were a rule follower,” she said. “This is very naughty, Knight.”
“There are no rules, are there?” Not with them. There never had been.
“The only rule is they can’t go on you.”
“Why not?” He knew why. He wanted her to say it.
“Because then you wouldn’t be able to fuck me.”
Her words slammed into his gut, his eyes squeezing shut for a split second as he fought to control himself. Reese didn’t swear often, but saved it up, then used it when it packed a punch.
Derek ran the cuffs along her thigh, loving the way she jumped in surprise. “Nothing’s going to stop me from doing that, Peaches.”
Even though her breath hitched, Reese managed to ask, “What’s with the nickname? You’ve been calling me Peaches for days.”
Reese’s fingertips found their way into his hair, tugging hard on the much shorter strands, thanks to Claire and her insistence on a haircut. Taking the cuffs down past her knee, he kissed her between the thighs, just above her clitoris.
“It’s because you taste like peaches. Sweet, ripe, juicy good.”
The shiny steel of the handcuffs against her feminine body made Derek ache for more than his cock deep inside her. It made him aware how lonely, how cold his life was, and how warm and soft and rich with laughter Reese was.
Stay. He wanted her to stay. But if he spoke the words that were hovering on the edge of his mouth, dancing around his heart, she would leave.
So instead he clicked a cuff around one of her delicate wrists, his mouth dry, his heart pounding, his muscles taut as she jerked in surprise, her fingers tightening on him, her eyes fluttering shut, her mouth rounded into an O.
Reese was stunned speechless, a rarity for her any day of the week. But her shock came more from her own eager reaction than to Knight’s behavior. He had a little bit of a dominating streak when it came to sex, and she knew that, wasn’t surprised by it.
It surprised her that she liked it, that she craved it, that he made her whimper and claw at him and love every second of it. Reese was used to Knight giving in, indulging her, watching her with amusement when it came to just about everything. Except sex.
Here, he was in control. He made the moves and she gave in, indulged, and watched.
Maybe they weren’t as wrong for each other as she had thought.
This felt nothing but exciting, arousing, safe. The cool steel of the cuffs slid across her skin as he kissed her inner thighs, easing his tongue across her hot flesh, until she wanted to push, to pull, to beg, to absorb him inside her.
He ran the loose cuff across her inner thigh and her breath caught.
When he teased her open with his fingertips, when he ran the steel across her wetness, she didn’t protest. She bit her lip and sucked air in through her nose, the cold hardness against her warm body titillating in a way she wouldn’t have expected.
He never pushed it inside her, not even a little, but played with it across her like he would with his finger or his cock, brushing back and forth, teasing her clit until she squirmed.
“I want you,” she begged, reaching down his chest, trying to pull him up, free him from his jeans before she died of want.
“Are you sure?” he asked, giving her a smirk as he stood up, moving his hands away from her. “Because I thought you had to leave.”
Reese went for his zipper, the dangling cuff brushing over denim. “Very funny.”
Knight set his gun down on the end table and exchanged it for a condom.
“What else you got in that drawer? First handcuffs, then condoms . .. are you going to pull out wine and sex toys next?”
He ran one finger over her nipple while he pushed off his jeans with the other hand. “You wish.”
Distracted by his touch on her breast, she couldn’t come up with a single snappy comeback, and settled for reaching under his shirt and feeling his muscles.
He was so damn big, so hard, so everything different from her, that she loved to run her hands across his chest and twirl her fingers in the soft hair there.
His body was becoming familiar to her, and Knight was no longer a stranger, but every thing that she had claimed to not want him to be.
He was her friend, her lover, her boyfriend.
For once the word didn’t send her jerking back in horror, but sent a wave of satisfaction rolling through her, so deep, so intense that she wanted to march her suitcase back into Knight’s bedroom and toss her clothes in his drawer.
“I wish you’d quit talking and finish getting that condom on.”
“It’s on.” He nudged her legs apart with his feet while she pulled his shirt off over his head.
Then he picked up her left thigh and wrapped it around his waist, then held her to him with hands locked together on her lower back. Her breasts pressed into his chest, the hair there tickling her already overstimulated nipples.
“Please,” she said, her thighs open, her body throbbing, his erection teasing her with gentle nudges.
“You don’t have to beg. I’ll always give you whatever you want.”
Reese wanted to hear more in those words, wanted to ask, Promise? but her breath tore out of her in a muffled cry as Knight entered her in one smooth thrust.
And stopped. He stood still, their breath mingling, their eyes locked together, bodies pressed, as he throbbed inside her. Reese swallowed hard, feeling him pulse, holding himself back, too close to an orgasm already. His breath shuddered, and she knew what she wanted.
Rocking her hips back, she thrust onto him, enjoying the way he filled her and the vicious curse that tore from his lips.
She moved again, and a third time, squeezing her inner muscles on him until he slid his hands around to her hips and met her with a thrust of his own, sending them both into an orgasm.
Reese clung to him, needing his strength to hold her up as she came in shivers of pleasure, tight and urgent.
And she knew she didn’t want to leave. Ever.