Page 36 of Rio (Knight Empire #3)

I try not to gawk at the way her nipples poke against the fabric of her top.

All I want to do is clamp my mouth around them and suck hard.

I’m not comfortable, either, but at least I can bring my knees up.

Sitting like this, we’re so close together, I feel the warmth of her body, and her hair brushes my shoulder when she adjusts her posture again and tries to sit with her legs tucked under her.

Finally, she kneels, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs.

That doesn’t look comfortable either. “Your shorts look tight,” I remark, though my voice sounds oddly weird.

“I was going to take them off, before you showed up.”

“Go ahead, princesa. Don’t let me stop you.”

Her eyes flash, not with anger, but excitement.

Like I’ve dared her to do something and she’s not going to back down.

Eyes fixed on me, she rises slowly. The view from the ground up is tantalizing.

Like the tease she is, she slowly undoes the top button of her shorts, before peeling down the zipper.

As if that weren’t a call to my cock, she then tries to wriggle out of them. But it’s not easy because they’re stuck to her. Each inch she wriggles them down, her panties get pulled down as well. It turns into a balancing act; her trying to keep her panties on, while trying to get her shorts off.

“Want some help?” I offer, swallowing hard and wondering what possessed me to make the suggestion.

“With what?” Her eyes pin mine, as if she’s challenging me to make the next move.

“Y-you’re trying to take off your shorts,” I point out, my voice hoarse, “without pulling your panties down at the same time.” Her nipples strain against her vest, and I begin to salivate. With my cock straining against my boxer briefs, my shorts feel even tighter.

“How will you help?” she asks, ever the interrogator, even in moments like this.

“I-I could hold onto your panties so that they stay up, while you pull down your ...” I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched.

“Or I could do both in one smooth move.” She rolls her shorts down with her panties. My mouth hangs open. She’s almost bare, neatly shaved, except for a perfect one-inch wide landing strip. I see everything. The delicate bud that screams to be sucked.

What the hell, Raquel?

I feel like I could be the first man to die from sheer temptation. She’s left me speechless. I want nothing more than to fuck Raquel’s brains out, and the way she’s looking at me, I get the feeling she’d like that, too.

But I’m a gentleman, and I need to be one hundred percent sure, because I could never exploit this situation.

Also, I don’t have a condom on me.

She steps out of her garments, picks them up and drops them over my shirt, on the chair, as if it’s the most normal thing to do. I don’t mind. I won’t ever mind. Her scent all over my shirt is something I can live with.

She’s completely oblivious to the hurricane of emotions hurtling through me, to the way my heart and cock battle with my brain to do the decent thing. But what is the decent thing in this situation?

“All done.” She stands before me, teasing, fully aware of the effect she has on me.

I still haven’t closed my mouth, and I pray I don’t drool because I’m salivating so much.

And I can’t stop staring. I’ve been with a lot of women before, but none has ever stood so confidently, with her bare pussy merely inches from my face, before.

“You look like you’ve never seen this before.”

Hot damn.

She stands, proud, and not the slightest bit shy. Nor does she make to turn away. Instead, she lets me gawk like a pubescent teen. My eyes move to meets hers. They’re dark, and hooded, her smoldering eyes waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I never expected that from her, but also, I’m not surprised. This is Raquel, after all. She’s confident and ballsy, and knows exactly that she wants. What surprises me more is that she’s finally given in to this heat between us.

“What exactly do you need me to do now?” I need clarification, though I would willingly shove my head between her legs and happily eat her out.

“That’s so much better.” She fans her face with her hand and she sits back on the floor, letting out a huge, contented sigh. She’s still kneeling though, and I get the merest peek of her landing strip.

“It was good of you, brave of you, to come and find me. But why would you do something like that?” she asks, matter-of-factly, like taking her panties off and sitting back down to make conversation is the most natural thing in the world.

It takes a while from my brain to switch gears. For me to ignore the throbbing of my cock, and to keep my eyes on her face. “I know how stubborn you are, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

Her laugh is soft, almost disbelieving. “You hate me.”

“You know I don’t hate you. After everything that’s happened here, between us, in the lagoon, at the food festival, after everything I’ve told you, you know the truth. I haven’t lied to you about anything.”

Flashes of lightning illuminate her profile, and her wet curls cling to her body. Suddenly it feels stifling hot in here. If I leaned towards her, just a few inches, I could taste the salt on her lips. I could kiss her, and one thing would lead to another. But, would that be the thing to do?

Instead, I murmur, “You exhaust me, Raquel.”

“And you infuriate me, Knight.”

“You ever think of calling me by my first name?”

“Not yet.”

Another flash of lightning sparks up and I see the hunger in her eyes. I know one thing, if this storm continues through the night, we won’t survive it unchanged.

“You’re naked from the waist down,” I remark.

“I am.”

I peer at her, trying to work her out.

“At least now I’m comfortable,” she adds.

“I’m not. My pants are way too tight.” Sitting propped up with my hands behind me, and my knees bent is not comfortable.

“Then take them off.”

That’s a dare if ever I heard one.