I filled her, thrust deeper, consumed every part of her lips, licked her throat. I wanted to be buried inside her like this the rest of the night. My fingers dug into her waist while her hips moved with magic rhythm. A fucking sinful rhythm. Was there music she could hear that I couldn’t? Her hands moved from my shoulders to the back of the couch where she could use the traction for a deeper angle. A profound angle. I didn’t know if her body had started to consume mine or if it was the other way around. It didn’t fucking matter. We belonged together.
“Oh, God, Knight,” she whimpered. But we couldn’t stop. We couldn’t hold back. Our eyes locked on each other and I knew what she was thinking. I could feel it. See it. It was running through my veins too.
I didn’t need much to send me over the edge with her. Her body was my drug. My addiction. She was my craving.
“You feel too good,” I groaned. We’d lost control. I’d lost my damn mind once I was inside her. I’d lost the chance of ever being happy without her.
“Yes,” she moaned a ragged breath, grasping at my shoulders. Her nails dug deep.
I couldn’t hold off. She sank over my cock and my spine clenched with power as I spiraled into blackness, taking her with me.
She breathed heavily against my ear before convulsing and panting from her own orgasm. I held her tightly while her body vibrated with the aftershocks. I loved it when she came like this. Our mouths found each other again. I kissed her hard, pulsing through the end of our climaxes.
Kennedy smiled. She ran her hand against the side of my face. “I’m going to have to take you back upstairs to shower.”
I nodded, trying to gulp in air. My heart still pounded. My entire body pounded.
“But first, we have to open this bottle.” She tossed a look over her shoulder.
“You’re not serious?”
“Of course we’re opening it.” She nipped at my bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth. “It’s for us. After what it just witnessed, we have to drink it. It’s the right thing to do.”
I chuckled. I always liked the playful side of her when she let her guard down enough for me to see it. “You realize there are only a hundred of those in the world.” It didn’t want to dissuade her, but she should know how rare the Pichon was.
“I know exactly what it’s worth.” Her finger made a circle on my shoulder and along my bicep. Our palms met and she threaded her hand against mine. “Do you want to open it?” I spun her off my waist, depositing her on the couch. She squealed. “I guess that’s a yes.” She laughed.
I had already twisted the cork from the bottle. She brushed against my back. “Well?”
I smelled the cork. “So far, it’s a good investment.”
I didn’t know if she cared. She scrambled to her feet, lifting her robe off the cellar floor. She wrapped it around her and walked to the cabinet for a couple of glasses. She didn’t bother tying the belt. I admired her body as she sashayed toward me.
“Here.” She deposited them on the table.
I poured a few splashes and tasted the wine. Fuck. It was good.
I filled both halfway to the top.
“We need to toast to something.” She looked at me expectantly.
“Agreed. But nothing dramatic.”
“Oh, no. We don’t want dramatic. We’ve had enough dramatic situations to last the rest of our lives. Don’t you think?” She smiled.
“Then what should we toast to?” I eyed her.
“How about to finally getting what we want?”
I kissed her slowly before drinking the wine. Her lips were warm. The kiss was knowing, as if we had both finally come home, but neither of us quite knew how to say it. I met her gaze.
“I like that one.” I winked. “To finally getting what we want.”
I don’t know what time it was when we finally left the wine cellar, but there wasn’t a drop of the Château Pichon left in the bottle.
15
Kennedy
There wasn’t enough coffee to keep my eyes open. It didn’t help that my entire body was sore in new delicious places. Every time I crossed my legs under the boardroom table, I was reminded of how Knight’s thumbs pressed into my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. The heat of his breath blowing over my skin. It was an inconvenient time to think about being in bed together, the wine cellar, or the shower. I was in the middle of meeting with the legal team about the Crescent Towers project.
Renee stood to reach for the pot in the center of the table. She had to stretch for the handle.
“I think we wait until the bill can be added into another one. We’ll tie it with a piece of legislation that can’t fail.” She placed the giant pot on the tray.
“I think you know we can’t afford to wait that long,” I corrected her. “It has to be this bill. This round. We need another vote.”
Crew’s head was buried in his tablet. I saw a smile spread across his face. I couldn’t remember a time when he had looked happy at the office. I usually tasked him with too many projects for him to display any expression other than constant concentration. His forehead furrowed. His brows angled outward when he tried to solve a problem for me. This was a different look on him. I wondered if it was because of Seraphina. I still hadn’t wrapped my head around their relationship or helping them. I pushed back when Knight wanted a solution. One crisis at a time.
“What’s the update from Victoria Banks?” I asked.
Renee stopped stirring creamer into her mug. Her head lifted.
