Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,21

but the way he took his time also had me breathing hot and hard and heavy.

After pulling off his sweater, Kendrick rubbed a hand over his chest before sliding his hands down the neckline of his shirt. I licked my lips and squeezed my thighs together.

He untucked the tails of his shirt, letting the fabric drape over his crotch and turned to me with glittering eyes. “Disappointed?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t already seen before,” I said with a smirk.

Annoyance flickered across his features. My smirk widened into a grin. Just because I’d seen his brother naked, it didn’t mean I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him.

Fixing his eyes on mine, he unfastened one button and then another and another and another, revealing his muscled torso inches at a time. A moan reverberated in the back of my throat as I caught glimpses of pecs, a tight six pack and the beginnings of a faint treasure trail.

“Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath.

Kendrick narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I thought you said you’d seen it before.”

“Not like this.”

He pulled back his shirt, revealing nipples pierced by barbells.

My mouth dropped open. “What?”

“I lost a bet.” He unbuttoned his cuffs and tossed his shirt on the table. “Surprised?”

“Actually, I am.” I reached out for his belt buckle. “Do you need any help?”

Kendrick gave my hand a gentle slap. “Restrain yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

He kicked off his shoes and made a big show of taking off his socks, a plot to annoy me as I waited for the good bits. By the time he unbuckled himself and unbuttoned his pants, wetness gathered between my folds, and I was ready to pounce.

When he finally pulled down his pants, it was to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs strained over a huge erection. It stretched diagonally across his crotch and pulled against his waistband.

All the air left my lungs in an outward breath. I didn’t remember Maxwell being this big, but then I sort of thought that every time I saw him naked.

I leaned forward with a moan on my lips.

Kendrick stepped back. “I thought you said you wanted to sleep.”

“I would if you didn’t keep drawing it out,” I snapped.

He raised his brows and smirked before turning all the lights except for the lamp over the bed. I eyed his body as he moved, marveling at the way his muscles bunched and rippled.

When he finally got in the bed, I crawled into the space next to him, pulled back his arm, nestled on the juncture of his shoulder, and placed my palm on his chest. By now, Kendrick’s heartbeat had returned to normal. His arm wrapped around my back, adding to my feeling of being safe.

“Goodnight,” I murmured into his neck.

Sleep pulled me under before I could even hear his reply, and a combination of fatigue and painkillers sent me into a deep spiral of rest. But what seemed like moments later, a hissed whisper broke me out from a pleasant dream.

“Lilah.” The exasperated sound rattled through my ears.

“Hmmmm.” My fingers curled around his hot, pulsing organ. My core made a responding pulse.

He snarled. “Wake up.”

“What’s wrong?” I ran my fingers down the length and cupped an impressive set of balls.

“Lilah Bloody Hancock,” he barked. “If you don’t stop that right now, I will spend all over your hands.”

Chapter Eleven

I pulled my hand out from his boxer-briefs and scrambled to the edge of the bed, only stopping when my back hit the wall. My heart clenched and unclenched with panicked palpitations. What the bloody hell?

Kendrick glowered up at me in the semi-darkness through narrowed eyes. Pale sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the rapid rise and fall of his muscled chest. A deep flush spread across his cheeks and neck, reaching his collarbone, and the covers gathered to the tops of his legs.

“Sorry.” I bit down on my lip. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m well aware that you were asleep,” he snapped.

My brows drew together, and I let my gaze wander down his muscled pecs, his chiseled six-pack and to the thick, juicy erection straining out from his briefs and taking up his entire lower belly. It was tall and straight and thick with raised veins, and a bulbous, red tip.

Saliva flooded my mouth. It looked hot and furious and on the verge of erupting.

“Do you want me to finish you off?” I asked.

Kendrick’s eyes widened, and he bared his perfect teeth in another snarl. Without another word, he yanked the waistband of his boxer-briefs over