Page 32 of Knight With Benefits

A small corner of my mind was saying yes, it was much too soon, but the greater part was on board. I may not have known Carl for long, but he’d proven the type of alpha he was, the kind of man he was, and if I wanted to have a fling, then damn it, I could have a fling.

It was hard to think straight enough to get the words out with his mouth traveling down my neck to nibble on the top of my shoulder, but I managed to force them out.

“Yes. I want this. Now.”

I loosened one arm from where it had wrapped around his neck, slipping it down under the edge of his shirt so I could lift it. I didn’t want to let him go, but I was also frustrated at the amount of clothing between us.

His hands moved from where they’d been gripping my ass, pushing my shirt up until I had no choice but to untangle my upper half from him so he could pull it over my head. Before I latched on to him again I tugged on his and he let me take it off him before his lips returned to mine.

My thighs were already starting to tremble from holding onto his waist, the strain unfamiliar, and he must have felt it because he lowered us to the floor. There was no furniture in the café, nothing but the cold concrete, but it didn’t matter. The need to be filled was almost strong enough to make me whine, and I wasn’t going to fuss about comfort when what I needed was available.

He laid me down slowly, but I still hissed when my back hit the floor, the cold making me arch away from it. He took advantage of the position and unhooked my bra, managing all four hooks with an ease that spoke of practice.

The omega in me bristled at the thought of Carl with other women, but I pushed the possessiveness away. I had no claim to him, especially not prior to meeting him, so there was no reason for me to be upset.

When his hot mouth wrapped around my tight nipple I forgot all about the cold concrete, moaning and rocking my hips as little flicks of electricity zapped straight to my clit. He was still poised between my thighs, but the shift in position left me with nothing to grind against, and my moan faded to a whine of frustration.

I tried to tug him upward, but it was like trying to move a boulder. All he did was switch to the other nipple, pinching the one he’d already sucked between his pointer and thumb to tug on it with the same rhythmic motions of his mouth.

Panting, I tossed my head side to side as I writhed beneath him. It felt good, but I wanted more, and frustration was mounting right along with the tension coiled in my belly.

“Tell me what you want, Beautiful.”

I barely bit back a groan over him expecting me to answer. Sex had always been something to get over with, and even if my body responded the way it was designed to, I’d never participated more than the bare minimum when I was outside my heat. The thought of giving voice to the things going through my head made my cheeks burn, and I wasn’t sure I was capable of doing it.

He continued to rain kisses everywhere he could reach, not shying away from my stretchmarks or the squishiness left everywhere after having two children. A part of me relaxed without the need to wonder what he’d think, and when he made it clear he wouldn’t do anything more without an answer, I bit my bottom lip and tried to think of the easiest thing to say.

“I want both of us naked.”

The strong, confident woman I wanted to be was still hard to find sometimes, but when Carl immediately went to work on shucking both of us from our pants, it helped bring her forward.

My shoes went flying, socks tossed after them. Flicking the button on my jeans, he had the zipper down and his fingers curled over the top of them and my underwear in seconds. I barely had time to process their disappearance before Carl was standing at my feet, hands on his own waistband.

I froze and drank in the sight of him. Anthony had been handsome in his younger days, or I’d thought so as a teen, but he’d never been the specimen standing before me.

Carl’s broad shoulders blocked out the wall behind him, his height making it seem like he towered over my prone form. His chest and arms were thick with muscles, dusted in coarse, dark hair. He had more of a happy-highway than a happy-trail, and the memory of the friction of it against my skin had my nipples tightening further and slick seeping from my center.

I thought he was going to tease me and take his time revealing what I longed to see, but he seemed just as eager to be bare. His crown appeared before he’d pushed his clothing down more than an inch, an angry, ruddy color from the blood forcing it erect.

My breath caught as more of him was exposed, his length thick and heavy enough not to remain upright without the support of the fabric. Instead, it pointed straight out, swaying as he shifted his weight to kick off his clothes.

“Okay, we’re both naked.”

I had no idea how he stood there, stating the obvious without moving on to what should come next. My core was clenching with want, my chest heaving with the heavy breaths it took to supply my pounding heart, yet there he stood.

Waiting.

My teeth ground together as I clenched my jaw, wishing he’d simplytakethe way other alphas always seemed to. I wanted him, wanted him in me, but saying it was hard.

“Kiss me.”

It was the best I could do.

Carl covered me again, his body exactly where I wanted it as his lips came down on mine. A soft brush led to a firm press, a growl pouring into my mouth as his tongue entered to tangle with mine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, closing the small gap he’d left until his shaft laid along my folds. Rocking my hips, I moaned into him as his cock rubbed against my clit, and I coated us both in slick. When he released my lips I said the only word going through my head.

“More.”

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