Page 26 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

VIVIAN

Smile, you’re on camera.

K night opens the door to his bedroom and is about to invite me in when he catches me staring at the artwork displayed in the hallway. We’re at the end of his house tour, back at the spot where we first interacted.

Dinner was a lot more tense and deep than I thought it was going to be.

When he suggested keeping this casual, I was prepared for what that usually meant in the realm of dating.

A quick hangout, a friendly fuck, and that was it.

Knight making one of my comfort meals and having a fridge stocked full of my favorite drinks and snacks?

I’m not sure what’s casual about that. And with how attentive and caring he was while I spilled about my upbringing…

How am I not supposed to fall for this man?

“Your art… that’s how I knew,” I confess, glancing at him briefly before bringing my attention back to the painting. The art was one of the few posts featured on Knight’s secret social media page, and it’s what ultimately led me to find out he was stalking me.

“Would you have continued stalking me if I didn’t figure you out?” I ask.

“Yes. I had all intentions to admire from afar. It’s the only thing I felt was deserved and appropriate,” he replies, shuffling and readjusting my overnight bag on his shoulder.

A snort escapes me as I walk past the threshold and into his room. “I wouldn’t say stalking was appropriate, Knight.” There’s added annoyance in my tone. He was being so hardheaded—still is—about us when it was clear I showed interest, too.

“For the longest time, I didn’t think you reciprocated any of my feelings, Vivian.” Knight trails after me, closing his bedroom door behind us.

“You didn’t ask.” I turn on my heel to face him again. Crossing my arms, I stare him down as I continue. “And you’re fucking lucky I’m into this whole obsessed thing.”

He closes the space between us in two large steps, his arms naturally falling at my waist as he stands in front of me.

“You like how I cannot stop thinking about you?” Knight smirks, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my belly, beneath the hem of my pajamas.

“You’re not alone in that.” Uncrossing my arms, I place my hands over his chest, loving how much closer I am to touching him when he’s not wearing his heavy layers.

Just a thin, black cotton T-shirt separates our skin.

Massaging his pecs, I can see there’s a little give to their firmness, absolutely perfect for napping on.

Biting my lip, I drop a secret I’ve been keeping close. “I watched you watching me strip down that night you climbed my tree, you know?”

“Wha—” I softly shush him, moving one of my fingers to cover his lips before he can protest.

“I had a hidden camera pointed out the window. I saw every twitch of your hands, the way you barely managed not to play with your cock while I stripped for you,” I whisper, dragging my finger down his lips, chin, and Adam’s apple.

“It was hot, seeing you almost lose your mind.” Replacing my finger with my lips, I plant open-mouthed kisses along his throat and the sliver of exposed shoulder.

Knight’s breath comes out ragged as he tightens his hold on my waist. “You’re an evil woman,” he whines and tilts his head back, giving me more skin to kiss.

Nudging his head with mine, I make him turn so it’s easier for me to nibble and lick toward his ear. “Yeah, but I’m your evil woman,” I rasp.

The shiver that travels through his body infects me, too, making goose bumps appear on my arms. They happen anytime I’m near this man; it’s like our bodies are perfectly in tune with each other and constantly hungry for more.

“I have been evil, haven’t I?” My sudden question causes Knight to lean back and search my expression.

I take advantage of the new space between us, tracing my fingers down his stomach, stopping just at the top of his joggers.

“Your poor cock hasn’t gotten as much as a little over-the-pants action, right?

” I ask, narrowing my expression to let him know I expect an answer.

“That’s correct,” he agrees. A subtle twitch in his stomach and the bit of sweat gathering at his brow concern me a little.

“Is that something I can make up for, or should I let you do it?” I ask, knowing I can get clear consent this way or have him take matters into his own hands—literally.

He remains quiet for a few seconds, his eyes are looking in my direction, but I can tell he’s retreated into his thoughts. All I can do is calm and reassure him with my touch and a small smile as he processes whatever is going through his mind.

A deep breath fills the room, and Knight’s eyes close for a second before I see his shoulders relax. Opening his eyes, he nods as the hand he had on my hip moves up to brush my hair back with a light touch.

“I need you. I’ve gone long enough without your touch, and there’s nothing more that I desire.” His eyes burn into mine as he begs, “ Please. I submit to you.”

Threading my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, I pull him to me.

My lips cover his in a feverish kiss, my tongue diving into his barely opened lips from the whimper he let out.

At the same time, I pull the waistband of his pants and boxers down, just enough to expose his cock.

Too deep in the kiss to break away, I let my first exploration of Knight be one of touch.

Finding his base, I smile into the kiss when I feel the trimmed hair at my knuckles, and finally wrap my hand around him.

His cock is hot, heavy, and so damn huge.

I know our size difference can make proportions feel exaggerated, but this man really lives up to his big dick energy.

The fact that I can’t touch my fingers around him thrills me.

“Can I see you? All of you?” I breathe onto his lips, capturing his answering moan of yes as he lets go of me to shove his pants down the rest of the way.

Letting go and backing up slightly, I take in legs, thick with muscle and covered with dark hair. His thighs are sturdy, looking like massive trunks, and his cock—oh my god. The darkened crown bobs as he pushes aside his clothing, his shaft barely being able to lift upward due to the weight.

My assessment of him and the little curses I’ve let out must have emboldened Knight. An effortless smile is on his lips when he takes himself in hand and strokes a couple of times. I have to rip my eyes away from the motion, and I notice how his shirt is still on.

“Are you going to make me beg to see the rest of you?” I tease. “Or are we playing I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” Bringing my soft T-shirt over my head, I stand in front of Knight with my tiny maroon pajama shorts and a see-through black bralette.

“As you wish.” His eyes grow hungry and I note the way his cock spasms in his hand before he lets go and strips himself of his shirt.

“You are stunning.” The words leave my mouth, and I step in front of him again like I’m drawn by a magnet.

“T-Thank you,” he gasps.

“You believe that, right?” I ask. The way he’s looking away from me as I admire his body isn’t sitting well.

“I realize I look different from the men you are normally around,” he begins. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed in what you saw when I bared myself to you.” He looks at me through his peripheral vision.

“Do you think I’m a liar?” Tilting my head, I place my hands on his stomach and caress my way across his abdomen and sides.

“No,” he exclaimed, shooting me a confused look. “Why do you assume I think that?”

“I said you were stunning, and it felt like you didn’t believe me.” I knead his flesh, loving the soft lining found above the hardened muscle underneath.

“I believe you, but I am unsure of how to make myself believe it,” Knight says, a look of vulnerability on his face, and I sympathize with him. I wasn’t always confident in my body, and there are still hurdles I need to go through.

“Will you let me show you how much I love your body?”