Page 19 of Stormy Knight

Reeves’ lips kissed their way from the nape down to her butt, then his tongue traced its way all the way back up. Goosebumps pebbled along her skin as the cool air met the damp skin. Reaching her arms over her head, Stormy dug into the pillow as his large hands eased her legs open.

The feeling of his teeth scraping the underside of her butt made her squirm. A firm hand on her lower back held her in place. Stormy’s heart thundered in her ears as her whole body heated–becoming red hot -lava. A small moan bounced off the unadorned walls as Reeves bit the inside of her thigh while his fingers ran along her folds, delving in and out of her pussy.

Stormy let go of the pillow as Reeves turned her onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, she let herself linger in the warmth of his touch.

When his mouth found her breast, her pulse quickened, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His tongue pressed against her already hard nipple sent little shocks through her sex. Arching up into his mouth she got a little nip, causing her to jerk.

The feeling of him made her ache. At that moment, his mouth was her favorite part of him.

It only took her squirming to get him moving from her mouth down her stomach, across her abdomen forcing her to drop her legs. Good God, the man was driving her crazy.

When his head dipped between her thighs, Stormy gripped the sheets. Exhaling, she reached for the edge of the bed. When his teeth raked across her clit, her eyes rolled back into her head.

The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which, but more than once she called out to God and even did a little begging for more. Unfortunately, Reeves was fine withthe begging and the praying. It was a dance of seduction, one he knew every step to.

Reeves smiled wickedly at Stormy when she said she couldn’t take much more and showed her how much more she could handle. Going up on his knees, he pulled her to him and draped her legs over his shoulders, then drove deep into her; taking her over completely.

Her breath caught in her throat as she tumbled over the edge of desire. The burning need to keep him inside her bordered on insanity. She realized it wasn’t just his body Stormy wanted to own. It was his mind and his heart. And it took her breath away. He took her breath away.

Reeves stared down at the beautiful woman beneath him and realized this was the home he’d been looking for. He’d found it between the cries of pleasure that he dragged from Stormy to the sensation of her body gripping his, drawing him ever deeper into her. He was lost in her body as it toppled over the edge, trusting him to fall with her. Trusting him to hold on to her while the world bowed to their hearts.

He heard his name on Stormy’s lips as his body sagged against hers. With his heart pounding in his ears, Reeves kissed the inside of her thighs, then placed her feet on the mattress. He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat-drenched skin. When he went to pull away, Stormy wrapped her legs around him, clenched them tight, keeping him in place. Placing a kiss on her full lips, he smiled down at her. Stormy loosened her grip, allowing him to roll next to her.

Laying there, both catching their breath, Reeves broke the silence of the room. He’d been curious for a while now about the whys of Stormy moving from Colorado. “Why did you move to the West Coast?”

She heard the question, and what she wanted to say was because you threw me away. She didn’t. She gave him the same answer she gave everyone else. “I wasn’t doing that great in Colorado and I was offered an opportunity on the West Coast. One that I couldn’t pass up.”

Reeves rested his hand on her stomach drawing small circles on her abdomen with his finger. “You should have been living here with me.”

The last thing Stormy wanted to do was read too much into his words. He’d said pretty things in the past, then in a blink of an eye they disappeared. The best way to deal with a man like Reeves was to not jump on comments. Especially ones said while still in a euphoric state after a great bout of sex. “Maybe I could come to Texas in the future.”

“We should talk about it,” Reeves meant what he was saying. Were the words late? Probably. Still, he meant them. She should’ve been living there. He didn’t care if she lived in town or at the ranch. She just needed to be near him.

Stormy smiled at hearing Reeves’ words. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“I’m serious, Stormy. The West Coast isn’t where you need to be. Your family is here.” He’d wear her down, eventually. She was already staying at the ranch. He’d just keep her there. The thought stopped him, realizing he was thinking of forcing her to stay no matter what she wanted. How did kidnapping come into play?Crap!

Stormy laid for hours wrapped in Reeves’ arms. She had thought he would take what he needed from her and leave her to deal with her emotions alone. Instead, he had had stayed, giving her what she needed from him. She expected him to roll over and go to sleep. But, he had held her, keeping her close. She had felt him tremble as he buried his face in her hair.

After he fell asleep, she slipped from the bed, needing to think. She couldn’t think laying so close to Reeves. Now, she stood staring out the bedroom window, looking out into the darkness. When Reeves had said she should have been there all along, it saddened her. Two years they’d wasted because they were too afraid of their own feelings.

She heard the sheets shifting, then the sound of Reeves padding across the floor towards her. Looking over her shoulder, Stormy smiled. When he wrapped his arms around her, Stormy leaned back against him. Her chest hurt knowing beyond a doubt he loved her. But would he let her love him back?

“Why aren’t you in the bed with me?”

Closing her eyes, Stormy rested against his body. Being close to Reeves always made her feel safe. Happy. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Nuzzling into her neck, Reeves nipped the soft skin at her collarbone. “I bet I could take your mind off of whatever’s bothering you.”

Reeves leaned against the headboard with Stormy laying against him, her back to his front, his legs stretched out around hers. Her skin was damp from the soft kisses he caressed her shoulder with.

The feel of her laying against his chest felt natural. It struck him odd that having her laying over him didn’t make him feel anxious. Having someone this close to him for a long period usually made him uncomfortable. He blamed it on not being able to trust people. When you were part of a mafia family, it was hard to have trust. Even with those close to you, with people that said they loved you daily. His aunt had hammered that home two years ago. But what was bothering him at that momentwas his feelings for Stormy. They were making him question his choices.

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Sun came in through the window, illuminating the bedroom with warm light. Cracking her eyes, Stormy listened to the quietness of the room and knew she was alone. So much for being wrapped up in a pair of strong tattooed arms. The soft rustle of the sheets was the only sound in the room as Stormy turned onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. She let herself linger in the warmth of the memories—letting them play out in her mind, each touch, each smile, each whispered word. Staring up at the tray ceiling, she wondered if she was making a mistake with Reeves. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she adjusted the covers. She would not stay here forever, mired in this quiet sadness.

Throwing off the covers, she got up, heading to the bathroom for a bath. A hot bath always cleared the mind and relaxed the body. Except her body felt loose from the incredible sex she’d had the night before. There was something to say about a man that knew how to make your body hum even after they were gone. Out of all the men she’d been with, no man had taken care of her body the way Reeves had.

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