Page 80 of Relentless Knight

“Holy cow, Lance. What were you doing sleeping at our house when this is what you could come home to?”

“And spend a night away from you? I don’t think so.” He crawls onto the California king-sized bed with me, sprawling me across the silky gray blankets, and I love how gently he sets me down. Like he doesn’t want to playfully drop me for fear that it might harm the baby.

God, I can’t wait to see Lance as a father. If anyone could possibly get sexier with a child in their arms, I think it’s him. All brute strength and bulging muscle but with the most gentle touch I’ve ever known.

“How were your nightmares while I was gone?” he asks softly, his blue eyes dark with unspoken concern.

I shake my head, not really wanting to talk about it. I don’t know how to tell him the horror of watching him die night after night, of reliving my worst trauma, only to think he’s there to rescue me, and moments later to lose him all over again. I pray I never have another of those dreams again. And I definitely don’t want to breathe any life into them now, though I’m touched that he asked. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and that chases all my demons away.”

“Oh, Quinn,” he murmurs, cradling one of my cheeks with his palm. “I’ll never leave you again.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise.” I smile, showing him I mean it playfully, but at the same time, I mean it. I never want to be without him. My world isn’t right without him here, wrapped around me.

His fingers roam beneath the hem of my shirt, guiding it upward to expose my black lacy bra, and he hums his approval as he strips my top layer. Then he leans down to tease my taut nipple through the sheer fabric.

I gasp, my back arching at the intensity of sensation. My nipples feel more tender, and I don’t know if that’s because of the time between us being intimate or if it’s another sign of pregnancy I missed before. But as Lance lightly nips my swollen points, I’m on the brink of crying out with pain-laced pleasure.

“So responsive,” he purrs. “I think I’m going to enjoy pregnant Quinn.”

I whimper, my walls tightening at the way his words make me melt. I never really thought about it before, but Lance almost makes it sound like he finds the idea of me pregnantsexy.

Throbbing with the need to feel him inside me, I roll my hips along his length. “Please, Lance,” I moan. “I’ve been going crazy without you.”

He hums low in his throat, the deep vibration seeping into my chest and lighting me on fire. “You want me inside you?” he teases, easing down my body, his lips drawing a scintillating path to my belly button.

“Yes,” I breathe.

And goose bumps erupt across my skin as he opens my pants slowly, playfully before hooking his fingers into the waistline. He drags the fabric down my legs, revealing me inch by inch. And all the while, his lips continue to caress my skin, forming a delicious path of friction in his wake.

“Well, I might just have to worship every inch of you first,” he murmurs, chucking my pants aside so all I’m wearing are amatching set of black lace underwear. “Especially if you’re going to be wearing lingerie like this.”

Heat radiates out from my core as he takes my feet in his hands and rests them against his pecs. Then he slowly kneads the underside of my arches with his thumbs.

“Oh…my…God,” I moan, my panties getting wetter by the second with how glorious his massage is.

“Hmm, you like that?” he teases and leans in to press a kiss to my arch.

And as he continues to massage, he slowly works his way up the inside of my legs, kneading and kissing and nipping my flesh. Each inch he climbs higher, I grow closer to the precipice of my release. And my thighs start to tremble as his tongue teases the inside edge of my panty line.

Hot breath washes across the damp fabric, and he inhales deeply, as if savoring the scent of me. Then he presses a chaste kiss to my clit through the soft lace.

“You’re torturing me,” I whimper, squirming beneath him. “I’ve waited so long…”

“And by the time I’m done with you, I promise you’ll be comatose with bliss,” he growls. “Because I’m not letting you sleep tonight.”

How is it the man who’s always been the strong, silent type can do the sexiest dirty talk?Or maybe it’s because he’s usually so quiet that I love it when he talks in the bedroom. Something about it drives me wild. And I don’t think I’ll ever get over it, because it only seems to get better with time.

Grasping my knees, Lance presses them against his shoulders and slowly leans over me, spreading my thighs as he folds me in half beneath him. And by the time our lips touch, I can feel the underside of his thick length pressing between my folds even through the fabric of his pants.

The pressure is insanely arousing, and I try to rock beneath him, seeking friction. But he has me pinned down so thoroughly, I can barely move.

“Hmm, you are eager tonight, aren’t you?” he teases, rocking his hips to give me the relief I seek.

“Yes!” I gasp, somewhere between a cry of pleasure and a confession.

He chuckles, dark and sultry, and rocks forward again. “Such a good girl, so honest,” he praises, rewarding me with a third rocking stroke along my seam.

Then he leans in, his lips going to work on my neck once more. My pulse throbs in my aching nipples, and goose bumps ripple across my flesh every time he sucks my skin between his teeth.

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