“Are you?”
I laughed. “Is this how it’s going to go?” I pressed my forehead to hers. I could feel the beat of her heart accelerate. Her arms slid to my neck.
“I can’t give up what I fought for,” she whispered. “Even if it crosses paths with your ego.”
I grinned. “My ego is fully intact.” What she didn’t realize was that powerful confident Kennedy was even sexier than the girl I had known. I could only imagine what she had gone through to rise to the top. I had some idea of the deals she had made.
Together we would make a formidable team.
I nipped at her lush edible lips. Her eyes fired like smoldering emeralds.
“Aren’t you glad I told you to take the day off?” I teased.
She growled in response. “I—” Her expression turned vixen-like. “Why are you still talking?”
I laughed. “As opposed to?”
“I’d rather you keep your promise from earlier.”
“You’re going to have to remind me which promise that was. I’ve been promising a lot since I walked through that door.” My lips hovered along her collarbone. I saw the goosebumps break out across her flesh. I grinned.
She groaned. “Bastard.”
I laughed. “Can’t even say it, can you?”
She arched into me. The robe fell from her body. Her lips grazed across mine. “Knight…”
I felt the ache in my cock. The growing need to bury myself inside her. She tasted like strawberries and sweet French pastries.
“Hmm?” She rubbed her tits against my chest. Vixen was exactly what she was.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
I growled, taking her mouth under mine. “Bossy,” I murmured.
Her lips parted with a quiet sigh as I threaded my fingers through hers. The entire day was ahead of us and I had every intention of keeping my promise to fuck her all over this suite.
11
Kennedy
I watched Knight from across the room. Bella had delivered our third meal of the day to my rooms. We had sealed ourselves inside for the entire day. I’d never done this. Not once. Not even if I had a cold or strep throat. I at least made an effort to creep to my office and spend time behind my computer screen. I’d sneak in a few minutes by the pool, making the excuse that the vitamin D would restore my health.
Today I was perfectly healthy. Maybe even beyond healthy. I was invigorated. Yet, I didn’t want to leave the suite and chance piercing the perfect bubble Knight and I had created inside. Yes, it was a sex bubble. But, it was a fucking amazing sex bubble. Sweet, wild, fiery, consuming, beautiful, overwhelming. Was it possible this was what it felt like to fall in love with Knight again? Every time I let that idea in, the panic was as tangible as the excitement. I had to push them both away and focus on him instead.
Knight was distracting enough to drown out nagging competing emotions.
“Do you need me to call for anything else?” I asked. He joined me in the sitting area with two trays.
“No. These are great.” He sat across from me. “Your staff is well-trained and talented.”
“Thank you.” I smiled, lifting the silver lid from the platter. Bella had become invaluable.
“Except the one guy.” He lifted his knife in his right hand.
I groaned. “You mean Kimble?”
“Who else?”
I stuck my fork into a bite of avocado on top of the salad the kitchen staff had prepared.
“Why do you think you two hate each other so much?” I questioned.
“Because we both have the same target.”
I lowered my fork. “I’m not a target. And Kimble doesn’t see me the way you do. I assure you.”
“Please. I’ve seen how he looks at you. I know he’s the best in the industry. I can’t fault him for his work. But the vibe he still gives off after all these years is a little fucked up, Kennedy.”
My shoulders dropped. “We’ve had such a good day. I don’t want Kimble to ruin dinner.”
“Kimble or me?” he pressed. When I didn’t answer, he backtracked. “It has been a great day. I’m not trying to kill the mood.”
“Good.” I smiled. I couldn’t help but feel remnants of guilt start to attach themselves to the happy threads between us. The guilt was working its way in, whether I agreed with it or not. I could only postpone the truth for so long. “I should probably tell you something. Something that happened while you were away.”
Knight stopped chewing. His eyes flashed to mine. “What happened?” The playfulness left his voice.
I reached for the wine. I had Bella comb the cellar for one of my favorite bottles. It was a Ksara Rose with a little bubbly in it. I didn’t want to drink Corban champagne with Knight after the Seraphina and Crew story. We needed a few minutes to breathe on our own without being reminded of how we were going to get them to France.
I took a sip, following his eyes. “I’m fine. I’m completely fine now.”
“Shit. What does that even mean? Were you not fine?”
That was the wrong way to start the story. I’d always wondered if he had known. If somehow Raphael or Felicia had told him what happened. Surely, he kept up with New Orleans news. Wouldn’t he have asked me by now? His silence was the answer. He had been in the dark.
My eyes cut away. How was I supposed to tell him?
“Stop looking at me like that.” I needed him to back off. He couldn’t crack before I even told him.
“Like what?” He knew exactly what he was doing. Staring at me as if I were weak or fragile. I was neither of those things. I wouldn’t break if he held me too tightly.
“I’m sorry. It’s a tough topic. I’m worried what you’re going to think.”
“Then just tell me.” He pushed his plate to the side. It was possible I had ended the nice dinner we were going to share.
“Three years ago, I was kidnapped.”
I knew his eyes well enough to know that in less than
