Heartless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 2)

“Liar.”

“Maybe. Are we going to open the Château Pichon?” she asked casually as if she was talking about a twenty-dollar bottle.

“This bottle?”

“Mmmhmm.” I saw the mischief in her eyes. “That one on the table you’re drooling over.”

“What’s the occasion?” I pried.

“This is the occasion.” She pressed her palm to my chest, pushing me backward as she climbed in my lap, straddling my waist. Her robe split to her thigh, exposing her creamy skin. “We can be the occasion. I think we deserve something over the top for once.”

My thumb traced over her skin. My fingers curling to the inner softness of her thigh. I grinned widely at the goosebumps forming along her flesh.

“Cold?” I taunted.

“It’s not easy going from a hot shower to the wine cellar,” she answered. She breathed over my ear as if ice crystals would form in the air.

“So many ways I could help you with that,” I offered.

My mouth covered hers. My hands tangled in her wet hair. The contrast between the cool touch of her skin with the ember she had already stoked under my ribs was like fire and ice. I slipped the robe off her entire body, tossing it on the cellar floor. I bit her shoulder gently before making a trail of kisses along her throat. I growled at the perkiness of her breasts. Her nipples hard and pointed at my chest.

“Still cold?” I growled.

She sought my lips and my tongue pushed deep inside her mouth.

My lips brushed over hers, taking my time to touch every corner. Suck every edible inch of her fucking delicious lips. My tongue twined along hers, dancing in a new rhythm. One that wasn’t desperate, but one that was content with what we had found. A fire that never burned out. A fire that could easily be flamed into a raging blaze.

She moaned against my tongue. Her hands trailed along my shoulders. Her nails raked under my shirt, moving lower to my hipbone. I growled when she wrapped her slender fingers around my cock. It throbbed against her palm.

“Knight,” she pleaded, trying to gather my T-shirt in fistfuls. I smiled, helping her yank it over my head.

I loved hearing her call my name. How much she wanted me. How much she wanted us. Could she hear all that when I said her name? Did she know I would go to war for her? That I would kill for her? Protect her. Shield her.

She raked her bottom lip under her teeth as she began to slide off my lap. I watched in awe as she dragged the athletic pants with her, throwing them as far as the T-shirt had landed. She wiggled between my knees. Damn. She did something to me. It wasn’t only the physical way she made me want her. Every time I touched her, I was it was like I was sliding off a cliff. There wasn’t a harness strong enough to keep me from falling over the edge. It was every kiss. Every touch. Every breath.

“What do you think you’re doing in front of the Pichon?” I tilted my head sideways.

“Taking something I want. Again.” She smiled wickedly.

She only had eyes for my cock. She licked her lips before leaning forward, touching her tongue to the tip. I wrapped my hands in her hair as she licked my shaft and then sucked it lightly, before I pushed it in her hot wet mouth.

“Shit,” I growled. I never expected it to feel as good as it did. Not this fucking incredible.

She never stopped surprising me. Never stopped pleasing me.

Her tongue moved with expert precision over the head and then down the length before moving back again. I thrust against the back of her throat. She moaned, sending a vibration along my dick that made me gasp for air. How the hell did she do that? I was in awe. In lust. In love.

I looked down into her eyes. They sparkled with the kind of thirst for me that drove me crazy. After everything we had been through maybe Kennedy was right. We did deserve to celebrate. We had created our own occasion. Our own victory.

I fucking loved this girl. Did she know I’d go to the ends of the earth for her? I’d do everything in my power to make her happy. I pumped inside her again, before grabbing her by the arms and lifting her to the leather couch.

“But I wasn’t…” she protested meekly as she slid along my body. Her skin blistered with heat.

“Shh.” I silenced her. “My turn. I’m taking what I want.” Giving her something in return. Promising her that this was only the beginning of a lifetime of nights like this one.

“In front of the Pichon?” she teased.

“Oh yeah, I’m fucking you in front on the Pichon.”