Take the Bride (The Knight Brothers 1.5)

She hadn’t been his first, though he’d been hers. Another reason she’d fallen so hard so fast for him. He’d been patient and sweet that initial time. But they’d both been inexperienced despite the burning passion between them.

Now he was a man in charge, one who knew how to arouse a woman, and he was taking care of her with an expert touch. He slid his hands through the soap on the shelf, rubbing both palms together before turning his attention back to her breasts, soaping them up while playing with her nipples, alternately pinching then soothing the sting.

Her legs trembled, need pulsing in her core. As if he knew she needed him now, he dropped to his knees, pressing his mouth to her stomach in a reverent kiss.

“Oh God.” Just the sight of him kneeling before her had moisture settling between her thighs and her damn heart swelling in her chest.

He glanced up at her, then slid his mouth lower, over her pubic bone and to her bare sex. The anticipation was killing her, made more intense when he slicked his hands up her legs until they settled at her thighs, her body on edge as she waited for whatever he planned next.

He licked over her sex and she leaned back, her head hitting the wall.

“I’d forgotten how good you taste,” he said, following that erotic comment up with another teasing glide of his tongue. “I’m going to rectify that,” he murmured, then began to eat at her like a starving man devouring his last meal.

She had nothing to hold on to as he slid his tongue over her lips, nipping and licking over and over before thrusting it into her body. She whimpered at the slick invasion, shocked when he began to circle her clit with one thumb.

Her fingers curled into his hair as he worked her into a frenzy, her orgasm building fast as she came with a cry, her body not her own as waves of pleasure overtook her.

Coming back to herself, she realized he’d stood up and she looked into his satisfied expression. “Pleased with yourself?” she asked.

“Quite,” he said with a grin.

Glancing down, she saw his cock hard and erect, in need of attention. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his velvety thickness.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her off. “I’m not coming unless I’m inside you.”

She moaned her frustration. “Why don’t the same rules apply to us both?” she asked as he slipped his fingers between her lower lips once more.

To her surprise, her hips bucked greedily, as they sought out harder contact, more friction.

He chuckled at her clearly mixed message. “Because I’m in charge, sweetheart.”

And as his finger pinched her clit, she couldn’t bring herself to argue the point.

“This pussy’s mine, baby. Nobody else’s,” he said as he slid one finger inside her, then another.

“Oh God.”

“Am I right? Nobody’s ever worked you up like this?” he asked, not mentioning anyone else by name, but Sierra knew he was staking his claim. And why.

And as he hooked his finger, gliding the pad over her G-spot, she felt as if he owned her. Her legs trembled, her body shaking as a need to climax built inside her. He knew just where to touch her and how. He rubbed over the spot inside her while holding her upright with one hand around her waist.

“Tell me or else.” He stopped all movement, gliding his fingers out of her body.

“It’s yours. Only you can get me this hot. Now don’t stop,” she implored him, and he immediately reinserted both fingers into her body, pressing, gliding in and out, taking her higher.

Before she knew it, she was coming, the waves of rapture rushing through her and consuming her whole. As she returned to herself, he was kissing her, rubbing his cock against her.

She moaned, arching into him, needing to feel him inside her.

“We need to talk,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I don’t have any condoms. It’s not like I came prepared for this. And I’ve never not used one.”

She looked into his familiar green eyes, and in this, she trusted him. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve never had sex without one.”

“I swear to you, neither have I.”

She reached for his shoulders, but he grasped her hips and spun her around. “Hands on the wall.”

He was a different man than the boy she used to sleep with, she thought, enjoying everything he did to her body. Without hesitation, she braced her hands against the tile, her ass out.

He eased her legs apart and slid his fingers over her, slicking her own juices around her body. Then his thick cock grazed her entrance. She gasped at the size of him, closing her eyes and groaning at the delicious invasion. He shoved in deep, his back covering hers as he paused for a long while.