She did things to me. Unspeakable monstrous things. She’d haunted my dreams. Plagued me with promises of what could have been. Another life. A richer life. A complete life with nights that ended in fucking each other senseless.
Tonight, could drown out the mistakes of the past. I would make sure it did. There would be no question tomorrow when we awakened that we had burned something permanent on each other’s souls.
22
Kennedy
Midnight. That was the color of his gaze. I saw deep midnight eyes when I tried to sleep at night. Those lashes. His strong jaw. The way he used to say my name with a growl. Five years of fantasy was unraveling in this moment. Five years of imagining when and how we’d finally be able to fan the ember that smoldered between us. It had never been extinguished. If this wasn’t proof of that, I didn’t know what was.
Knight’s powerful frame held me close to the wall while his hands had free reign of my body.
I turned my head, catching his lips. It was a blistering kiss. Hot. Possessive. I gulped for air when his hand slid between my body and the wall.
His hand flattened against my navel as it made a slow purposeful descent. He took his time, imprinting the memory on my skin. I hissed when he slid farther, prying my heat open. Seeking my clit to torture and please.
My knees quaked, but Knight wrapped his hands to my chest, yanking the cocktail dress out of his way. He wanted access to my entire body. My nipples were bare for his fingers to take, pluck, squeeze. He was possessive and determined.
I reached behind me, running my fingers into his hair, drawing his mouth to the crook where my shoulder met my neck. He sucked my skin. Licked and lavished it.
His finger slipped inside me, followed by another. I whimpered and heard the approval reverberate in his chest. I was soaking wet. But he knew that the instant he touched me. He plunged another finger in my entrance until I felt stretched and filled. My mouth opened to protest, but he covered it with his.
He began pumping inside. Rubbing my nipples. Kissing me. It was as if the first lick of a flame started in my core and began to pour through my limbs. I raged with burning heat. The orgasm blazed while I panted and begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I didn’t know if I was forming words or only making sounds.
But Knight spun me in his arms and scooped me against his chest. He carried me through the suite into the bedroom. Our eyes met and I wondered if he was thinking the same things I was. Would this erase the pain? Would this be the start of something new? Or was this just tonight?
He lowered me to the bed. He worked the zipper on the side of the dress and peeled it off my body.
“Much better.” He grinned, admiring my body. He continued to undress me until I was practically panting.
“What about you?” I teased.
“You want to play? That’s fine. But me first.”
I wanted to touch him. To see his clothes hit the floor in a pile. I didn’t want anything between us any longer. We’d come close before, but this was a new chapter. A new beginning for our bodies. I reached for him, ready to snap every button on his shirt with a click of my fingers but he knelt before me. Knight Fucking Corban dropped to his knees.
The hunger in his eyes. Oh my God. I gasped, taking in the full scope of what he was about to offer me. Did I need five breaths? Ten? How did I prepare for what was about to happen?
His palm flattened on my stomach. I watched every move. Every touch. I trembled.
“Shh.” His eyes had turned darker than coal. They never left mine as his head began to dip. Lower. One kiss on the inside of my thigh. He dipped lower. Another kiss. Our contact didn’t break until the first lash of his tongue.
“Oh shit.” My head reeled back. My eyes closed and I lost the battle.
His tongue was nothing short of greedy. Dragging back and forth, lapping, sucking. I arched into his mouth, demanding my own reward. He grunted bursts of satisfaction.
I clawed at the bed. Thrashed trying to find gravity. I loved where his mouth was. Right where I wanted it. Fucking my entrance, claiming it with a cascade of kisses.
I was falling into an abyss. Knight’s eyes. His mouth. His fingers canvassing my body with strokes of heat. I wanted to swim in it as long as the waves would carry me. And they didn’t disappoint. One slow roll after another, crashing and crashing. My body hummed and sang until I was a heap of panting exhaustion.
I dared to open my eyes as he rose from the floor. He unbuckled his dress pants and they fell to the floor. I watched in awe as his clothes fell away and I finally was able to take in all of him. More than a glimpse of a sculpted bicep, or the ridges of his abs. He revealed he had snagged condom from his pocket. Alright, he was prepared at least.
He climbed on the bed, one knee at a time, crawling toward me as I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of him. All of him. Holy hell. His cock sprang toward me. I’d felt the smooth length of him in my palm once. But never did I imagine his full cock was this powerful. This damn intimidating.
“You okay?” He waggled his eyebrows, inching closer.
I nodded, wanting to feel the weight of his body pressed into mine. Needing his skin to sear mine. I wanted the friction and the sweat. I wanted to wake up smelling like him and still feel the bruises from our bodies rubbing together.
The masculine scent rolled off him. He
