Knight kissed me.
It was not a sweet good morning kiss. It was hungry, hard and his usual marauding. He ended it with my arms around him holding on tight like I was about to fall and I needed him to catch me.
His head moved back an inch and his eyes captured mine.
“You agree?” he asked, his voice thick at the same time still rough with sleep.
Amazing.
Oh God.
I needed to think and not with his hard, heavy, warm body crushing me to the bed, his hard, demanding kiss boggling my mind and his thick, rough, sexy voice doing a number on me.
“Anya, you agree?” he pushed.
“Knight, I need –”
“Gonna take you now,” he cut me off. “Right now, Anya, not waiting. Do you agree?”
“Please,” I whispered.
“You either get that you want it or you don’t. Do you agree?”
“Knight.”
“Do… you… agree?”
Oh God.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His eyes darkened immediately, pupils dilating so fast I was mesmerized and his face dipped so it was a breath away.
“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.”
Then his hands were in his tee starting to pull up.
I froze in panic and my arms went from around him so my fingers could curl around his wrists tight.
“I need to tell you something,” I stated quickly.
His eyes focused on me. “What?”
I didn’t tell him what. I wasn’t thinking. I was freaking out. I wanted him, was scared how much I did, I was scared of what having him meant and lastly, I was scared about what I’d just agreed to.
“It’s important you’re warned,” I whispered.
“What?”
“With the way you think you see me, you need to know before you find out.”
His head jerked slightly, his eyes held mine intently and one of his hands twisted my fingers free and came up to curl around my neck.
Then he whispered, “Baby, what?”
“My tummy’s round,” I whispered back and he blinked.
Then he repeated, “What?”