Page 17 of No Knight (My Kind of Hero #3)

Matt

Her lovely face. Eyes dark, her pink lips parted like an invitation. An invitation to plunder.

As I circle her dainty ankle with my fingers, her body stretches languidly, and she seems to bite back a moan.

“Your ankles are one of the first things I paid attention to.” My tone is conversational, as though there isn’t an almost-naked woman spread out on the table in front of me. A woman who thinks I do this kind of thing for a living. I should be so lucky, I think. If my only client was Ryan, at least.

“My ankles?” Her lashes flutter as though her mind is playing catch-up.

“After your attitude, maybe. And these.” I lift her leg and place the point of her heel between my shoulder and chest, leaning into it a little, relishing the pointed bite. “Dainty ankles, spiked heels. I had some quite graphic thoughts about both.”

“Yet you still took some persuading.”

If you’d flashed me those perfect tits, I would’ve shut my trap a lot sooner.

“But look at us now.” Just look at her .

When she slid her dress from her shoulders, it took everything inside me not to rush at her.

I fucking love fancy lingerie—love the look of it, the gossamer stretch of fabric holding in all those lovely womanly bits.

Lingerie is like an invitation, in the right context, and Ryan’s dress fluttering to the floor was exactly that.

But I still had to slow myself down because this night is all about her.

I will tell her the truth. After. And maybe it’ll bite me in the arse.

It definitely will, and it’ll be doubly my fault at that point.

I’m sure she won’t understand why I didn’t insist on telling her earlier.

Or believe that, when she loosened her dress, I temporarily lost the power of words.

How can I explain that when she strutted across the floor like a pint-size Victoria’s Secret model, I just couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t spoil the fantasy, her fantasy, not then.

And not when she climbed into my lap, owning her daring and loving her choices.

How could I after all that she’s been through?

What Would Fin Do ... That fucker’s voice echoes in my head again. What he wouldn’t do is to be so stupid as to sell this to himself as altruism.

“Matt?”

Her heel is pressing hard enough to make a mark, and my hard-on is still raging. Yet here I stand, fucking ... woolgathering? Cupping her heel, I lift her leg to suck on the tender flesh of her inner ankle.

“Oh, God. Why does that feel so good?”

Then I bite it a little. “Maybe I’m just that good.” I press my smile into the taut muscle of her calf, loving the way she trembles. Another nibble. A lick behind her knee. All those erogenous zones, and I’m gonna taste every one.

“Please hurry.”

“You got somewhere you need to be?” My tone is mild as I pull out a chair, hooking it behind me with my foot.

“No, I just need—”

“I know what you need, darlin’. But the more you try to rush me, the slower I get. When you have the right man for the job, he wants to do it well,” I say, playing into my role, into her fantasy.

“You’re gonna do me well?”

I lick a long stripe up her inner thigh, and the noise she makes ought to be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac.

“What do you think?” I give a sucking pull that I hope will bruise. Then a scrape of my teeth as I work my way to her apex. She sighs as I press my mouth over her pussy, and squirms as I give a groan, all hot and fucking needy. “Ryan, you smell amazing .”

“Oh, God. That’s . . . oh! ”

I nuzzle my tongue over the damp patch, pushing it inside her. “I’m gonna devour every ounce of you,” I murmur, dragging my thumbs along her folds. “Then I’m gonna fuck you just like I promised. Do you remember that? What I said?”

“The whole hotel’s gonna know your name.”

“That’s right, teacup. I’m going to fuck you so well that, when you think back on tonight, you’ll wonder if you imagined it. If you embellished it in your mind.”

“Like a tall tale,” she whispers.

“Or a long one,” I rasp, hooking my fingers into the elastic of her panties. I begin to slowly slide them down her legs.

“It was how big?” she says with a sigh, her body bowing as she takes her breast in her hand. Pink nipples, red nails, and such dark eyes.

“Big enough. Ah, darlin’, just look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.” My voice is all groan as I use my thumbs to peel her open to my view. “Pink and wet and so lip-smackingly gorgeous.”

She pushes up onto her forearms, staring down as I slide her thighs wider to study that piece of heaven. Diligent student that she is, she watches my appreciation and my fleeting touches.

“Listen.”

Our eyes meet as I push a finger inside.

We both hear the evidence of how much she wants this—how ready she is—even without her sweet little moan.

And we both see it as I rub her pleasure between my thumb and fingertip.

Her eyes darken as I bring them to my mouth, lips closing over the freshwater taste of her.

“Why is that so hot?” she whispers, a tremor running through the sentiment.

“Because you are.” I push inside her again.

Her head drops back, body melting against the table like ice cream on a hot pavement.

My cock aches as I work that digit in, then out, loving her soft sighs and the way she feels like velvet.

One finger, then two, and her moans deepen.

Another finger and a twist of my wrist, and she cries out, undulating against the invasion.

“ Oh, God. Don’t stop. ” With languid, midnight eyes, she reaches between us to grab my wrist. As though there’s any chance I would. As though I don’t want to see this.

“You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.” Her body begins to tighten, and her thighs to shake. “Yeah, just like that,” I croon. “I can’t wait to be inside you, feeling you pulling me deeper and deeper.”

Still holding my wrist, she begins to writhe. “Please, more. I need you.”

“Not yet,” I whisper. “Not until I kiss you here.” Her back arches from the table as I lick my thumb to slide it over the bud of her clit. “Would you like me to do that?”

“ Yes. God, yes.” Her desperation a thing of beauty.

“You want me to put my mouth on you?”

“Yes!”

“Feather kisses over your pretty little clit?”

“Yes, please.”

“You want me to kiss your pussy? To make out with it?”

“Yes, Matt. Please! I want to have sex with your face!”

“Now, there’s an invitation ...” I slide my hands under her arse and pull her down to engulf that swollen little bud. Her body spasms with relief as I suck it. Lick her. As I press my face to her pussy like I’m trying to make a mold.

“Oh, God, yes! Yes!”

“You’re a thing to be devoured, teacup. I want to sup and suck,” I rasp. “Drown myself in you.”

She crests—peaks. Pulls on my hair so hard, I think she might leave me with a bald patch. Worth it, though. And she’s fucking vocal, which is the icing on this cake. A cake I want to gorge myself on as her cries ring through the room.

“Oh, my God.” Panting. Happy. Smiling. She’s maybe even a little shocked. “That was so, so good.”

“So fucking good,” I growl, not yet done.

“Matt ...” She squirms. Pushes on my head. “Please.”

“Stop tryin’ to wriggle away. I’m not done here.”

“I am!” she exclaims, part exasperation and part giggle.

“You just think you are.”

“Matt.” She pulls on my hair, and our eyes meet. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can. And I want it, Ryan.” My dare, then her grip slackening.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she groans.

“But what a way to go.” Lowering my head, I suck her clit into my mouth.

She says my name again, softer now. And her moan? Hands down the sexiest sound in the world.

“I’m greedy, darlin’. So greedy.” A swirl of my tongue. A delicate graze of my teeth.

“Yes ...” Her body working with me, growing wetter. Hotter.

“I won’t be satisfied until I taste you again. Until you come all over my tongue.”

“Oh!”

My fingers still inside her, I feel the strings of her orgasm, tied so closely to the previous.

She arches against my mouth, unable to resist the tide of her body.

Fingers, tongue, stubble—I put the unholy trio to work until her thighs begin to tremble and her whole body flushes pink, demanding more. Insisting that I get her there.

And I do. Fuck, yes, I do, until she’s boneless and blinking at the ceiling. All that gorgeousness stretched across the wood, sweat soaked, pink and shiny.

“Wow. Just wow. I have never ...” She lifts her head as I stand, watching as I run the back of my hand across my wet mouth.

“Never what?” My mouth quirks. So much amusement in those tiny words.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“I’ve never heard that before.”

“Heard—”

“Never has anyone demanded that my face have sex with them.”

“Urgh. Stop!” She throws her arms across her eyes.

Are women who hire gigolos meant to be this fucking cute? “I liked it,” I kind of growl. “I liked it a whole fuckin’ lot.”

Her arm doesn’t move, but she holds up two fingers. Not an insult. “I’ve never come twice in such quick succession.”

“No?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw stars being born.”

I bite in a smile, not wanting to be accused of being a peacock. Ah, fuck it. “Ever seen a supernova?” I pull a condom from my pocket, from a packet I picked up in the second jacks—bathroom—I visited. So not a complete lie. Placing it on the edge of the table, I unbuckle my belt and begin to strip.

“You are so cocky.” No prizes for guessing where her eyes fall. “I guess you have the goods to support the hypothesis?”

“So this is where you expect me to slap a massive schlong on the tabletop,” I say, hearkening back to an earlier moment. A previous conversation.

“A girl can hope.”

Hope we’re paid by the inch? I push the thought away. Inch-wise, I’m doing just fine. It’s my dodging of the truth that ought to bother me. And maybe it will. When the blood has returned to my brain.