I wanted him to “take” my mouth. I wanted that with every part of me.
My body swayed into his but his hands tensed on my jaw and his eyes moved to mine.
“Not now, baby,” he whispered. “I take your mouth, I wanna give it time and attention and I don’t have the first and, I give it the last, I won’t do what I gotta do.”
That was disappointing. Seriously disappointing.
Even so, I whispered back, “Okay.”
He didn’t let me go, just looked in my eyes.
Then, the pads of his fingers tensing into my skin, in a rough, sexy-as-heck voice that also tingled in a secret place in me, he growled, “Fuck, I cannot f**kin’ wait to have you under me and lookin’ up at me like you’re right now f**kin’ lookin’ at me.”
Okay, right.
Okay, God.
I liked that too.
“Knight –” I breathed.
“Jesus, I’m gonna possess that beauty.”
Oh God.
Another secret tingle.
“Honey,” I whispered as I swayed closer.
“Step away from me, Anya,” he ordered.
“Pardon?”
“Step away from me, baby. Now.”
I looked into his eyes. Then I did what I was told.
His hands fell away but one grabbed mine. Then he took me to his shades of gray, comfy whatever room. Then he loaded up a movie for me. Then he ran a finger across the hip of my jeans, promised me he’d be back soon and he left me.
When he did, I sipped my wine and freaked out. Then I stretched out on his comfy couch while still freaking out and sipping wine. Then I put my wine on the square coffee table in front of me and tried to focus on the movie.
Then, obviously, I fell asleep.
And while I was sleeping, Knight came home and covered me with a soft, warm, woolen throw.
“Two weeks ago when you walked into my bedroom to use my phone, the life you been livin’ which isn’t all that good got better. A f**kuva lot better. Because I’m gonna make it that way.”
I closed my eyes and sighed.
Then I threw off the blanket, pulled myself up and walked across the room to the windows. No sunken portion to this room, all one level. Still, it was awesome.
I stared at the view noting what I’d already noted vaguely. No time, day or night, was Knight’s view bad. Sunshine, Denver and mountains during the day. Moonlight, city lights and midnight-purple mountain shadows at night.
As my eyes unfocused, the twinkling lights of Denver went hazy and I saw me reflected in the windows.
I had good hair. Even Sandrine said she wished she had my hair and her hair was amazing. I also had a lot of it. It was long, past my bra strap at the back. It was shiny even when I didn’t use shine-inducing products. A deep, rich, glossy brunette.
I also lucked out in the skin department. When I was younger, around that time of month, I might get a blemish or two but this stopped in my early twenties. My skin also had the uncanny ability to look good in a rosy, creamy pale way in the winter but I tanned relatively easily in the summer.