Page 88 of Knight

The events of the morning hit me all at once—security alarms blaring, crawling through air ducts, running barefoot throughservice tunnels. How close we came to being caught. How much worse it could have been.

Knight's hand settles at the small of my back as he guides me toward his private elevator. The contact burns through the thin material of my jacket, igniting nerve endings I didn't even know I had. His touch is professional, steadying, but there's nothing professional about the way my body responds to his proximity.

The elevator doors slide closed, sealing us away from the outside world. From the danger we just escaped. From everything except this crackling awareness between us. Knight's breathing changes, becoming deeper, more controlled.

And I don’t think … I just move.

I spin toward him, my hands fisting in his shirt as I drag his mouth to mine. He responds instantly, backing me against the elevator wall hard enough to drive the air from my lungs. But I don’t need air. I needthis. Need to feel alive. Need him.

The kiss ignites something primal between us, nothing like our frantic contact in the maintenance hallway. This is raw need mixed with the heady rush of survival. Knight's fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth claims mine. Every nerve ending fires at once, my body hyper-aware of everywhere we touch.

The elevator chimes but we're too lost in each other to care. His thigh pushes between mine, the firm pressure making my breath catch. Heat pools low in my stomach when his teeth graze my lower lip, the sharp contrast of pain and pleasure sending electricity down my spine. My knees buckle but his hands are there, solid and sure against my waist.

"Eva." My name rasps from his throat, rough with desire. It carries layers of meaning—a question, a warning, a promise.

My response is to pull him closer, my fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons, desperate to feel skin against skin. The moment my hands make contact with the hard planes of hisstomach, something in him snaps. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my skirt bunching around my hips when I wrap my legs around his waist. His dick presses against me through our clothes as he carries me from the elevator, sending fresh heat coursing through my veins.

The apartment door slams behind us and I find myself pinned against it, caught between the cold wood and Knight's burning heat. His mouth blazes a trail down my neck, alternating between sharp nips and soothing kisses that have me arching into him. I tug at his shirt with shaking hands but can't manage the buttons. With a growl that vibrates against my chest, he tears it open himself, sending buttons scattering across the floor.

"Sure about this?" He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.

"I need—" The words tumble out between ragged breaths. "I need to feel you. All of you."

"You have me." His voice drops lower, a promise that makes me shiver. His hands find the hem of my blouse, and the sound of tearing fabric only heightens my arousal.

When his mouth reclaims mine, it's with an intensity that steals my breath away. His tongue slides against mine while his hands explore newly exposed skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Every touch feels like worship and possession combined.

His hands slide down my sides, thumbs tracing up my ribs. When his fingers brush the underside of my breasts through my bra, my head falls back against the door with a soft thud. He takes advantage of my exposed throat, mouth closing over my pulse and sucking at my skin until I gasp.

"Still sure?" His voice carries an edge of strain, like he's barely maintaining control.

I reach behind me to unhook my bra. “Very sure.”

His sharp inhale sends satisfaction coursing through me. I'm not the only one falling apart here. The scrap of lace joins our ruined shirts on the floor.

The first touch of his mouth on my breast makes me moan, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there. Heat and suction alternate with the sharp nip of teeth, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to my clit. His hand finds my other breast, circling and pinching my nipple until I'm writhing against him.

"Bed," I manage to gasp. "Now."

He lifts me again, strong hands cupping my thighs. The movement brings his dick firmly against me, and I can't stop myself from grinding down, seeking friction. His steps falter and he presses me against the hallway wall, thrusting against me in a preview of what’s to come.

"Keep that up and we won't make it to the bedroom." The warning is rough.

"Would that be so terrible?"

His laugh is low and husky. "I want to take my time with you. Learn everything that makes you moan." As if to prove his point, his teeth find the lobe of my ear and he bites down.

We do make it to the bedroom, barely. He lays me on the mattress with surprising gentleness before coming down above me. The weight of him feels like an anchor, keeping me from floating away on waves of sensation.

My hands explore the broad expanse of his back, tracing scars and muscle. When my nails scrape down his spine, his hips jerk against mine. The friction pulls matching moans from both of us.

"Eva." My name sounds like a prayer on his lips. His hands slide down my sides to my hips. "Let me touch you. Please."

The plea in his voice undoes me. I lift my hips as he peels away my skirt and underwear, leaving me bare beneath him. His eyes darken as they roam over me, hungry and possessive.

"Beautiful." He presses open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, hands spreading my thighs wider.

The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me arch up. He flattens one hand against my stomach, holding me in place, while his mouth explores me with a devastating thoroughness. His tongue alternates between broad savoring strokes and quick flicks that have me seeing stars. When he slides one finger inside, then two, curling them just right, pleasure coils through my body.

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