I exited the car and jogged up the stone steps. I knocked and was startled when a man with white hair opened the door.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” I smiled. “I’m here to see Knight. I’m a friend of his.”
“I’m afraid he’s not here.”
I frowned. “He left his car out front. I just saw him fifteen minutes ago driving that car. He was at my house.”
The man blushed when he realized he was caught in a lie. I couldn’t blame him for covering for his boss.
I pushed past him. “Is he upstairs?” There were no noticeable doors in the foyer, only a staircase that led to the second story.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t—”
I ran quickly to the second level. “Knight? Knight?” I stopped when I saw him sitting in front of a baby grand piano. The windows to the courtyard thrown open. Sheer curtains danced in and out of the room like ghosts.
“Knight, what happened?” I approached him cautiously. There was a full bottle of gin on the piano.
“I told you I can’t talk about it.” His back was to me. His broad shoulders stretched for most of the keyboard. I lightly placed my palm on his shoulder. He jumped.
“I just want to know what happened. That’s all.” I kept my voice quiet.
He shook his head. “No.”
I took a step toward him, sitting on the edge of the bench, so that my back was to the keys and I faced him. He didn’t make room for me or acknowledge that I had broached his space. There was something dark and haunting in his eyes. It gave me chills.
“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t want to beg him. But nothing felt right. It was as if there was a fracture between us, but I didn’t know where it was. How could I mend it if I didn’t know how to find the break?
“No.” He was firm.
“What about the tickets? The trips? Are they here? Do you want to show me?” I was trying to think of anything to shake his mood. To bring back the enthralling man I was falling for.
“I don’t want to talk about the trip.”
“What then?” I questioned.
His chin drifted toward me. I caught the hollowness in his eyes. A depth of pain I didn’t expect to see. Not on him. Not on a man who dripped with confidence and charm. I didn’t know any other way to erase it, but with my lips. I kissed him fully and passionately. I nipped at his mouth and lashed at his tongue with my own. Did kisses heal? Could this one?
I tugged on his shirt, quickly unfastening the buttons. I pushed it open, admiring the lines of his torso. The way muscle met muscle. Knight threw the shirt on the floor. I let my nails rake over his abs. He tossed my hands off his body.
I moaned when his fingers wrapped to my waist, drawing the thin sundress around my hips. My breath caught against his. My heart beat faster. The blood pumped in my veins as I crawled into his lap.
I felt the hard ridge of his cock through my satin underwear. I rocked against the bulge, closing my eyes. I wanted the friction. I craved it. I whimpered when he pressed my back into the keys and began to kiss my neck. His lips trailed my throat until he was between my breasts. The sundress fell to the side when he pushed the fabric out of the way. He palmed a generous portion of my breast.
“Ohh,” I gasped as his tongue lapped before he sucked my tit into a hard point. He gazed at my nipples with lust, yanking the other one free and kissing it with roughness that made my body feel alive.
Our mouths met again, and he kissed me harder. With more force. More passion. It was as if there was something tangible swirling between us. A force of nature beyond our control.
The keys clanked as we moved together. I worked the top button on his pants, easing my hand inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I slid my palm along his cock. If I could free it with some maneuvering. One thrust, and he’d be inside me. Fucking me on the piano. I’d watch the pain in his eyes drain as the desire won him over.
“Knight,” I pleaded as he pushed the satin fabric between my legs aside, circling my clit with certain strokes. He growled as he plunged his fingers inside me. I eased up and down, letting them fill me, stretch me. Things had ended too quickly in the cabana. I needed this. I needed him.
His teeth took my nipple with authority and I panted, knowing the more his fingers penetrated me, the closer I was to coming. I worked his cock, trying to concentrate on bringing our bodies together, but he was relentless. I lost control. I lost my senses. He yanked my hand from his pants and planted me higher on the baby grand.
“All I want is to fucking devour you,” he growled. I should have taken it as a warning. I watched in awe as he peeled the panties over my knees and down my shins. They tickled my ankles before he tossed them over his couch.