“Five years.” He broke away, licking my throat.
I moaned, arching my back, offering myself to him. He nudged himself at my entrance. I sighed before the blistering friction began. He gave me seconds to adjust to his width. To recover from his massive shaft. It wasn’t possible. Knight’s cock was the stuff dreams were made of.
“Five years I’ve waited to do this,” he growled as he thrust inside me. He filled me, stretching, taking possession, claiming me as his. It felt fucking incredible. The fullness of him made me lose my breath.
Our eyes locked as the thrusts began slow at first, then changed pace. My hips ground to meet his. The frenzy built. Our mouths crashed together. Our tongues lashed as Knight pumped in and out of me. The speed changed. Long slow movements as he sank deeper.
I whimpered at the intensity. I clung to him.
He cupped my breast as another kiss made my head spin. His hand canvassed my body until he was able to create a wedge enough to rake his fingers over my clit. The strokes rattled me. Broke me.
Bursts of noise sputtered from my throat. I came apart in his arms.
“Fuck,” he grunted, giving in to his orgasm to match mine. “You’re mine, Kennedy,” he groaned in my ear.
I nodded. I would have agreed with anything, but that sentiment had always been true. I was Knight’s a long time before he ever took me to bed.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Yours.”
The climax swept through me. My veins were coated in glitter. My skin was dewey. My lips were swollen.
With a final grunt Knight hilted himself inside me so deep I screamed toward the ceiling. He rooted himself as if this was home. As if our bodies were finally together. The crystals on the chandelier rattled and I felt the satisfaction down to my toes.
Knight nipped at my lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief. God, I loved seeing him happy.
“Hey you.” He grinned.
“Hey,” I murmured softly. Was he glowing like I was? Did men do that? It sure as hell looked like it from this angle. I touched the side of his brow. He was drenched in sweat.
“Want to try out that tub in there?”
“That means we have to move.” I pouted. “I don’t think it’s possible.” The weight of him made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t want to budge. This felt good.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to move. I’ll do all the lifting for you.”
Before I knew what he was doing, Knight had collected me from the bed and strolled through the bathroom door. He kicked it open.
“See?”
I laughed. My arms draped around his neck. “This could be the start of something very complicated, you know that?”
He spun the handles on the tub. It began to fill. The idea of soaking in the tub was soothing. Our bodies were sore. I wanted to soak until my fingers were pruned and the water was tepid.
“It’s only as complicated as we make it,” he responded.
I considered his answer. We had missed the middle, but maybe we were still the beginning and the end. Maybe Knight was right. We didn’t have to make it complicated.
I couldn’t imagine either of us was willing to walk away from what we had just unleashed.
23
Knight
I used to sleep in. Those were the mornings that followed nights of endless drinking and partying. Now I set my alarm for 5:30 so I could run or fit in a trip to the gym before going to the office. It was my new routine in Paris. One I adopted after turning thirty. It seemed more significant than New Year’s resolutions or bucket lists. Just get up and fucking run.
This morning I made an exception. I awakened with Kennedy in my arms. Her skin was warm. Her lips were pink. Her body was fucking incredible. After last night, it was mine. She was mine. She always should have been. I was too scared and stupid five years ago to do what I should have done.
We’d be ruling the city together now. She’d be my queen. Mine.
I grinned, thinking of what we had forged in this bed. We were bonded. Bound together. We had fused our bodies into one, and it was not like anything I’d known. Kennedy wasn’t like other women I’d known.
She stirred, sliding her torso over my chest. God damn, when her nipples brushed over my ribs my cock ached. It was hard in five seconds, growing longer. Screaming at me to take her. She smiled lazily when she realized I was watching her.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I gripped her hips, drawing the rest of her on top of me. I wanted her to know just how damn wild her body drove me.
“Ohh,” she whispered, sliding over my dick.
I hissed as her hips moved back and forth. She was wet. My fingers dug into her waist, urging her to move back and forth. Farther until I was inside her. I wanted her sweet pussy, bare. Just a taste. Just a second.
Kennedy pressed off my chest, tilting her hips and I thrust upward. We both groaned at the intensity. Skin on skin. She plucked her nipples as the sunlight streamed through the windows. I hadn’t bothered to close the blackout drapes last night.
“Fuck me,” I commanded as she began to ride faster. Her mouth parting with pants and coos. “That’s it.”
But I didn’t know how long I could last watching her fuck me this way. I wrapped my hands around her waist and with a quick maneuver, planted her on her stomach.
“Knight,” she hissed at me. I had
