Take Me Again (The Knight Brothers 1)

“Exactly. I wish I could look at them and know what was wrong.” He frowned in frustration and walked over to the window overlooking the corporate park.

Ashley strode up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking out over his shoulder in silence. “We can’t do anything here. Why don’t we go back to the hotel?” she suggested.

He liked the idea. Being here only reminded him of what wasn’t getting done.

* * *

Ashley needed to get Sebastian out of his funk. They drove back to the hotel in silence and took the elevator up to the suite, where he pulled off his tie and kicked off his shoes, easing back in a chair. But she sensed the frustration rolling over him in waves.

She toed off her heels and walked over to where he was sitting. “You need to relax.”

“Yeah? You have any ideas how?” he asked, his mind obviously totally on business.

“How about … this?” She slid her hair over one shoulder before turning around, giving him her back. “Unzip my dress?” She glanced at him and batted her eyelashes.

His eyes darkened at her obvious intent. “You’re trying to distract me.”

She grinned. “Is it working?”

He glanced down at the bulge in his pants, his thick erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. “What do you think?”

She backed closer to him. “Unzip.”

He eased the zipper down her dress, parting the fabric and pressing a kiss against her bare skin. At the warm touch of his lips, her nipples puckered into hard peaks, desire pulsing down to her sex.

She shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor, then hooked her thumbs into the edging of her panties and pulled them off.

His gaze was hot on hers as she moved to undo her bra and let it drop on top of her other clothes. With a low growl, he undressed, too, undoing his button-down and revealing his sexy abs and flat stomach. A dark sprinkling of hair trailed into the waistband of his pants, which he began to undo.

Rising, he dropped his trousers, pulling his boxer briefs down with them. She watched, fascinated, as his thick erection sprang free, a drop of pre-come on the head.

She licked her lips at the sight and he groaned. “Not this time. This time I’m taking control.”

She sensed he needed that, and her sex got wet at the thought. So instead of sliding onto his lap the way she wanted to, so she could feel all that hardness against her, she waited to see what he’d do next.

He rose and hooked his arm around her waist, leading her to the edge of the sofa. From behind, he wrapped his hands around her body and cupped her breasts, kneading them with his palms. She moaned, tilting her head against his shoulder, reveling in the sensations he evoked inside her. He pulled on her nipples and her pussy spasmed, desire slamming into her. She choked back a cry, but he apparently heard her and tweaked harder on the tight buds.

Her legs trembled and she needed more than he was giving her so far. And damn him, he knew it, but he obviously wanted to torment her. His erection sat in the crack of her ass as he spent a good long time plucking and playing with her breasts, his mouth nibbling at her shoulder and neck all the while until she was begging for more.

“Sebastian, please.” She pushed her ass back into his waiting cock, which was hard and thick against her.

He braced his hand on her back and pushed her down so she was bent over the arm of the sofa. She drew a breath, ripe with anticipation, knowing she was soaked between her thighs and she wanted him badly.

He stepped away from her, and then she heard the crinkle of a condom, and soon he stepped back behind her, the thick head of his erection pressing between her legs and nudging at the opening of her sex. He kept a hand on her as he glided his thickness into her, and she groaned with a combination of relief and renewed desire.

His hand slid from her back to her hair, holding on tight as he began to thrust into her from behind.

“Oh God,” she groaned as he filled her up.

He drew back and she had but a second to miss his thickness before he took her hard again. He hit a spot inside her that had her seeing stars, pushing her closer to an explosive orgasm with every renewed thrust.

The tug on her hair was a surprising arousing addition to the sensations taking over her body. And though she ought to feel distant from him, what with the way she couldn’t see his expression and he controlled their every movement, she’d never felt closer to a man. Knowing she trusted him to give her pleasure, not to hurt her but to send her soaring, lent a shocking intimacy to the act. Not to mention the innate understanding she had that he needed to be in control in this instance, when the rest of his life was out of his hands, and that she could give him this bonded them in some crazy way.