Heat of the Knight

by Em Petrova

  For a dizzying moment, he considered tugging her down into his lap. Imagining the feel of her backside cradling his cock pulled a groan from him.

  Up until this point, she’d been dead still, but now she stepped back. He gripped her hips again before he dropped his hands.

  She took her seat next to him again, avoiding his gaze. “I… I know how to solve this now.”

  As she explained the process, he gawked at her. She talked with her hands, a flush coating her pretty face. He realized that for the first time ever, he was just as attracted to a woman’s mind as he was her physical appearance.

  The longer she talked, the more he stared until she stuttered to a stop and turned her dark eyes on him. “You don’t think it’s going to work?”

  He shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking that at all.”

  “Then what were you thinking? I’d like to hear your take.”

  He pushed out a breath, chest burning to blurt everything going on inside his head, from how much he admired her abilities, to his desire—no need—to suck her nipples until she moaned out his name.

  She was staring at him expectantly. Fuck, what to say to her?

  “I think that you’re as brilliant as you are beautiful. Now let’s get this cracked.”

  She blinked, her lips a small O of surprise, and then she redirected her attention to the screen. But her foot was tapping under the table, only causing her breasts to jiggle more.

  Hell, it was going to be the longest afternoon of his life. A never-ending loop of torment.

  Seconds later, she put fingers to keys and flew through several equations and cross-analyzation that had his head spinning.

  “Look at this,” she cried, excitement taking hold.

  “Yes, it’s an address? Jesus, it is. It’s—”

  “A street number,” they said together.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe it,” she practically squealed.

  He couldn’t tear his gaze off her—she was so freakin’ gorgeous.

  She threw her palm up for a high-five, and he smacked his hand off hers, lightly closing his hand over her fingers for a brief second.

  Her eyes flashed and he swore her breaths came faster. Was she feeling it too? This attraction was beyond anything he’d known before.

  They grinned at each other, and something else passed between them, far more than a simple working relationship. The way she slid her gaze away told him she was uncomfortable with whatever emotions coursed through her when she looked at him. But he was far from uneasy about them. He wanted her.

  For another twenty minutes, they worked away, filling in each other’s sentences and running through more material than they and the previous teams had before. When the final message was deciphered, she leaped up, fist-punching the air at their success.

  He couldn’t hold back anymore. He got to his feet and closed his hands over her shoulders. Stunned, she tipped her head back to meet his gaze. Something broke in her eyes and she made a soft noise.

  No more holding back. He was a man of action.

  “Cher, I’ve been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you.” Leaning in, he moved around the chair to claim her sweet, plump lips.

  * * * * *

  Elise stilled in Sean’s grasp, her heart pounding her ribcage like a trapped bird. His lips could not be on hers.

  They most certainly were on hers.

  He was kissing her.

  And he tasted of pure male and a hint of the lemon water he’d taken a sip of a bit ago. The feel of any man’s lips besides Bo’s was completely foreign to her, and she was too stunned to do much more than stand there.

  He wasn’t forcing his tongue into her mouth or yanking her against his big, hard body, even though she ached for him to do so. He held her in place, the faintest brush of his lips across hers sending a thousand zaps to her nerve endings.

  Most of them between her thighs.

  A shiver ran through her, and he issued a guttural groan. “Hell.” He pulled her on tiptoe and slanted his mouth over hers.

  Need washed over her, a wild force she had no control of. She moaned in return and threw her arms around his neck, parting her lips for him.

  He swept his tongue inside, dancing it back and forth over hers. She wiggled closer, fitting her hips to his and finding him once again bulging with arousal. Her panties grew wet and her clothing too confining. She needed them to fall off immediately so she could be naked and underneath this man.

  Or against a wall.

  There was also the table…

  He slid his hands down her spine and around her waist as he fed her kiss after kiss. Her mind slowed, drinking in each moment because it was her last. She couldn’t let him kiss her again—they had a working relationship, and she knew how that would end.

  Except Sean’s kisses felt nothing like Bo’s. Her ex’s had been less passionate, even on their wedding night. And Sean smelled so good…

  She locked her arms around his neck, and he lifted her, hitching her thighs high on his hips, never releasing her mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in a mimicry of the sex act, and she was going to combust if she didn’t get these clothes off—now.

  Threading her fingers in his hair, she took his kisses, running her tongue along his lower lip and raising a masculine growl from him that sent goosebumps skittering all over her body.

  “You’re fucking incredible. Everything about you,” he said between her nibbling bites.

  When she reached the corner of his lips and she flicked her tongue there, his expression grew fierce and he slammed his mouth over hers hard.

  “Sean…” It came out as a whimper or a coo, and Elise was not a cooing woman. She’d never cooed in her life. What was he doing to her?

  The pressure must be getting to her. She didn’t just fuck men, but they’d just had a huge breakthrough and were getting caught up in the excitement.

  Swept away, more like.

  Off the dining room was a flight of stairs, and he turned toward it, still cradling her in his arms. In fifteen steps they’d be at the top and either of their beds were so close.

  Oh God, did she want to sleep with him?

  Hell yes. Her body was on fire for it, her nipples throbbing, tightly puckered. Her pussy slick with need and every other inch of her body screaming out for Sean’s touch.

  “My room or yours?” he asked halfway up the stairs.

  “Yours.” She dipped her head to suck on his neck, salty-sweet.

  He groaned and took the steps faster, skipping two and three at a time. At the top, he shot forward, propelled by lust. He supported her weight in one strong arm as he fiddled with something, and she realized it was the door. A second later, he kicked it in.

  Kicked. It. In.

  Ripples of desire had her pussy clenching as he slammed the door shut behind them and strode to the bed. She expected to feel the mattress beneath her but he stood there, holding her.

  “Tell me you want this.” His voice sounded as if he’d guzzled ground glass.

  Dammit, now he was making her stop and think. She didn’t want her analytical brain to kick in. She was more than happy to let go and just feel.

  His dark eyes glistened with desire as he looked at her. Gold flecks seemed to sparkle brighter. “Make the choice, Elise.”

  She wasn’t letting him walk away now. Her libido, now awakened, was an insatiable beast. She grinned. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

  That bad-boy grin flashed again, making her heart roll over. “Oh yes, I fucking do.” He laid her on the bed and stood at the side, hands fisted. For a long second, she feared he’d walk away from her. But his heated gaze swept her from head to foot and then he reached for her sneakers.

  “I know exactly what I’m getting with you, cher.”

  She bit into her lower lip as he removed her shoes and then made slipping off her socks insanely erotic. Her breaths came in heavy pants, and she makes us t she might come on the spot the mome
nt he reached for her sweatpants.

  Instead he reached between his shoulder blades and tugged off his shirt. Baring the muscles she’d admired—no, drooled over—during their run. And now she’d get to touch them, lick them…

  “Come here.” She beckoned with a finger.

  His eyelids drooped. “Fuck, I want you.”

  “Then take me.”

  He didn’t need a gold-lettered invitation. He lowered himself over her, taking control of her mouth as he closed his finger and thumb around her nipple. She arched, her cry lost to his kiss. Heat sparked inside her, running along her nerves like liquid fire. When he reached under her top and located her bare breast, she pinched her eyes shut hard and lost herself to sensation.

  “So hard for me. Jesus,” he ground out, moving his hand across her ribcage to her other breast.

  She couldn’t get enough of his kisses, his touch. She reached between them and found the button of his jeans. He locked his fingers around her wrist and moved it up and over her head, pinning her to the bed.

  “Not yet. I need all the control I can get with you.”

  His admission shouldn’t slam her so hard or burrow so deep. He was a playboy, all Knights were, and he probably used that line on every girl he took to bed. But her body lit up at his words, and there was no going slow on her part.

  She dug the nails of her free hand into his shoulders and yanked him down on her. Feeling his weight only heightened her need. She spread her legs, drawing him against her center.

  “Hell, I can feel your heat. Fuck.”

  She loved how he spoke in grunts and monosyllables. It made her feel desired, but later when she analyzed it, she’d know it was just words. But for now, she had a gorgeous hunk of a special ops man between her thighs and she wasn’t going to think too much.

  Especially when he was soooo good with his fingers.

  When he pulled off her T-shirt, she watched his face. Men liked the way her body looked, and she was damn proud of it. She’d worked hard for it, after all.

  His eyes hooded as he stared at her. Suddenly, a wolfish grin took over his face, and he stripped her entirely.

  She reached for his jeans again, but he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides as he hovered over her. Holding her gaze, he parted his lips and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Heat blazed through her, and she bucked off the mattress. With soft pulls of his mouth, he drove her from wild to wildfire in zero point two seconds. Juices squeezed from her folds, and if he didn’t get inside her soon—

  “Oh God, Sean!” He bit into her nipple, leaving her humming with a brand-new need. She curled her fists into the bed and rocked upward to get closer to the torment of his mouth.

  His dark gaze lingered on hers as he drew his teeth over the tip of her breast before moving to the other one. When he drew it into his mouth, she cried out.

  The bed shook, and she realized he was chuckling.

  “You’re laughing at a time like this?” She gasped as he swirled his tongue around her hard peak.

  “I like an enthusiastic woman.”

  What he probably meant was the entire inn of nerdy code-crackers could hear her screaming with pleasure and she’d never be able to show her face again. But she didn’t care. His mouth was the stuff of legend.

  He teased and lapped at her nipple until she arched off the bed. To her disappointment, he didn’t graze her with his teeth again, but the light kisses he spattered over her stomach made up for it.

  He reached her mound, the trim fuzz as dark as the five o’clock shadow sprouting on his angular jaw. “You’re soaking.”

  “I…”

  “Let me taste you.”

  Without waiting for her acquiescence, he flattened his tongue over her slit. Heat curled through her clit and spiked deep inside. She threw her head back on another cry.

  “Sean!”

  “Mmm. I fucking knew you’d taste this sweet.” He took his time, licking up one outer lip and barely skimming her clit to lick down the other. When he fixed her in his gaze and plunged his tongue into her pussy, she came off the bed.

  No man had ever gone down on her the first time. The fact that Sean was enjoying it—eyes shut and groaning as he explored her entire pussy from top to bottom—made her expectations of what was to come rocket skyward.

  The man knew how to sex a girl up.

  “Holy… shit.” She gasped as he sucked on her clit and eased one long finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, spilling more juices. He pulled his finger out and painted her with them.

  And then licked her clean.

  More profanities filled her mind, but she was too far gone to utter them. She gave herself up to his lips and tongue. When he eased two fingers—then three—into her channel, she quaked on the edge of ecstasy.

  He seemed to delight in keeping her there, on the brink of coming but not allowing it to happen.

  Arrogant man.

  She thumped a heel on his spine, and the bed shook with his rumble of laughter again. He pressed his three fingers up against her inner wall, and juices flooded his hand.

  “How… are you… making me do that?”

  “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He massaged that erogenous zone until so much pressure grew in her core that there was no way to remain still. She bucked, ground her hips and finally begged.

  “Let me come. Please, Sean.”

  He lowered his tongue to her clit again, licking her slow even as he finger-fucked her fast. Elise hovered in a headspace of bliss for ten seconds, twelve…and then a wave of orgasm hit her so hard that she had no air to scream.

  * * * * *

  Sean’s fingers were soaked and his mouth wet with Elise’s sweet juices, but he wasn’t finished with her. He’d never wanted to give a woman so many orgasms, and he wasn’t stopping until she came again.

  Only then might he consider removing his jeans and gliding into her. Knowing once he felt her tight heat, he’d have all of five strokes before he exploded, he had to restrain himself.

  She bucked into his mouth, and he found a new rhythm, tonguing her slow and then fast. Her pussy pulsated around his fingers and under his lips, and damn if his cock wasn’t leaking pre-cum in a constant stream.

  She twisted the covers in her fist, her stomach muscles leaping as he pushed her higher and higher.

  He couldn’t tear his gaze from her beautiful face. Contorted in pleasure, her cheeks a darker hue with her flush. Her lips were swollen from his kisses or her biting them or both.

  He moaned against her pussy, and she pushed off the bed again, sculpted inner thighs quivering. Pressing his fingertips up into that magic spot had her spilling more juices for him. By the time he was finished, he wanted her hoarse from her cries and in need of hydration.

  His chest tightened, and he doubled his efforts. A new emotion had his mind reeling, but he didn’t have time to stop and examine what it could be. He toyed her clit back and forth with his tongue and slowly removed his fingers from her pussy.

  “Ahhhh.”

  He plunged them deep again.

  “AHHHH.”

  Suddenly, he didn’t give a damn about the intercepted messages or the mission. OFFSUS had it set up that they received each new bit of intel automatically and Hawk no longer needed to carry anything. Sean’s sole goal in the world was to make Elise come apart for him until she collapsed.

  The only worthwhile achievement of his lifetime, as far as he was concerned.

  He grinned as she tugged at his hair, pushing his head down where she wanted it. “Happy to oblige,” he drawled.

  “Sean!” She shook, on the verge of release, and he took mercy. Opening his mouth wide over her pussy and fingering her with rhythmic strokes. He was already tuned into her body’s needs, and while that wasn’t anything new with him and his lovers, he felt like he’d broken some barrier in Elise.

  She sucked in sharply and held her breath. Arching underne
ath him and then jerking her hips fast as her pussy squeezed around his fingers. He didn’t slow his torment until she dropped to the mattress.

  Licking her slick folds, he watched the peace and ecstasy spread over her beautiful features.

  “Good?” he rumbled from his perch between her thighs.

  She nodded and opened her eyes to pierce him in her glazed stare. “Acceptable.”

  He reared up. “Acceptable? You’re still shaking and haven’t stopped for half an hour.”

  Her smile was pure teasing woman, a side of her he hadn’t seen before. And damn, did he like it. From the start, he’d known she was a passionate female, but he suspected there was much more in Elise he hadn’t tapped.

  Yet.

  He did an erotic pushup and moved to stare down into her eyes. “I guess I’ll just have to keep working to please you.” With lips still damp from her juices, he kissed her. She melted, opening her mouth for him to sweep his tongue inside. Passion ignited, and he couldn’t kick his jeans off fast enough.

  She lay watching, dark hair mussed around her oval face and lower lip trapped in her teeth. He’d had a lot of women’s eyes on him before, but somehow having Elise appreciating the hard work he’d put into his body meant more.

  As her gaze roved over his chest and shoulders, down to his abs, he reached into his jeans and drew out his hard length. Fuck, he could barely touch his throbbing flesh. A few strokes of his fist and it’d be all over.

  Her eyes widened and she pushed onto her elbows. “No way can that be all you.”

  “Who else could it belong to, cher?” He grinned and shoved his jeans and underwear off in one hurried move, giving her a full frontal view.

  She wet her lips, tongue darting out to run along them. His cock jerked, and he gripped it at the base, giving it one smooth stroke of his fist.

  “Hell,” he heard her mutter under her breath.

  He made a show of turning to the side and bending for his wallet and the stash of condoms there. Early in his military career, he’d learned to never leave home without more than one. Because if he got a chance to fuck, he was fucking all night long.