One kiss rolls into the next, then the next, then the next. Our moans bounce off each other in one endless sound. Our tongues find the innermost part of each of our mouths.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Not like I’m wanted. Not like I’m the only person in his universe.
“Just one taste,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Wha—” I gasp as he pushes my bra aside freeing one of my breasts so he can take my nipple in his mouth. He nips at it gently before lapping his tongue over it. Teasing and taunting the hardened point.
“Yes, Knight.”
He doesn’t stop. He gives me more than a taste of what his tongue is capable of. Yes, yes, yes. It’s been forever since I’ve had a man that knows what he’s doing with a woman’s body.
He grabs my legs and lifts me up as he attacks my other breast. My head falls back as he carries me inside.
I attack his mouth, his rough stubble brushing against my cheek with each kiss. More, more, more.
I grab his thick hair, keeping his mouth on me even as we ascend stairs.
Wait…stairs? I don’t remember climbing stairs on our previous tour of the house.
He smirks against my lips. “I have my own, private staircase to my bedroom.”
“Oh.”
He pulls on my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and nipping roughly.
I growl, it only makes him suck more forcefully.
Knight pushes the door open, and I want to scan the room. I want to know everything about him. What makes him tick. What secret he’s hiding. Maybe there is some clue in his most personal of spaces.
But I can’t let go of him. I can’t stop kissing him. I can’t stop staring into his deep eyes or smelling his manly cologne long enough to care what his room looks like. It could be covered in dirty clothes, the sheets unwashed, with an odor of a pig and I wouldn’t care. I want Knight too much to let anything stop this from happening.
Knight’s eyes leave mine long enough to spot his bed behind me. Yes, bed!
He tosses me onto the warm sheets that have clearly been washed; the fresh linen smell trickling up to my nose. I hold onto his neck as he tumbles on top of me.
“Umpf,” he moans.
I laugh. “Not expecting that, huh?” I like it rough when I’m not in a relationship and whatever Knight and I are doing is not a relationship.
How can we have a relationship when all we’ve done is lie and hide things from each other? We can’t. But we can have hot sex while we ‘work’ together. That is something we should do a lot of from the way his thick length is pushing into my stomach. I can already tell how impressive he is and he hasn’t even undressed yet.
Knight grabs my wrists and pushes them to the bed over my head. He wants rough too. There won’t be anything sweet about this.
His eyes scan mine, searching to see if I want this. I purr and let my eyes turn to red-hot slits, begging to be fucked.
“I want this,” I whisper.
He closes my eyes with a hand, and I can’t help but get the feeling that he’s shutting me out.
“Go to sleep, Mila.” He used my name. He only does that when he’s being serious and not teasing.
“What?” I try to sit up, but he continues to hold me down, his body pressing over mine.
“You heard me. Sleep, Mila. I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
My eyes are wide open now.
“We have work in the morning. You need to be well rested.” He slowly lets me go and stands up.
My fingers automatically go to my lips, where seconds before he was kissing, gnawing and tearing his way into me with promises of what he was going to do to my body. Now, he’s telling me to sleep. How can I sleep with him in the bed next to me?
But he’s not walking to climb in the bed. He’s walking toward the door. He won’t even be sleeping in the bed with me.
“It’s because you still love Abri?”
Knight’s eyes darken, and his body stiffens. “No. This has nothing to do with Abri.”
“Then, why? Why won’t you fuck me? Why won’t you even sleep in the bed next to me? Your bed, by the way.”
“I only fuck sober women who want me and aren’t using me to deal with their own problems.”