Page 9 of Home Town Knight

I whimpered as I imagined it. And I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it. Wanted this man who I’d only known for a few hours. Maybe because we’d both been craving an escape tonight, and we were giving that to each other. I didn’t even know his full name, and he didn’t know mine, yet we both were aware of what this was. Just one perfect night of satisfaction before we parted ways.

At least, I was hoping for that. And from the way Tex was kissing me, I had to believe he could deliver.

He walked us backward, further into the space. It was a basic hotel room. No frills. Just a bed, a dresser, a desk. But the place was new and clean, with crisp white linens and tasteful abstract prints on the walls. No fancy decor needed for what we had in mind.

Then I remembered. All I had in my suitcase was clothing and basic toiletries. I had not been prepared for this.

When we came up for air, I stammered, “I, um, I don’t have any protection.”

“That’s all right. I’ve got it.” He dove back in for more kisses.

Perhaps Tex was more experienced in the one-night-only department. No wonder he’d been so smooth and self-assured about this situation. I hadn’t thought about that. But it didn’t really matter, right? Our day jobs, our pasts, none of that mattered tonight. Just the two of us and what we wanted, here and now.

He unwound my scarf and draped it over a chair. His fingers smoothed down my braid, tugging just enough to light up my nerve endings. My eyes closed, head tipping back at the sensation. My scalp had always been sensitive to touch.

“I think you like that.” He tugged my braid again, shifting his kisses to my exposed neck.

“Mmhm.” I liked everything he was doing. When his fingers slid up and into my hair, loosening the woven strands, I practically purred like a cat.

“You should be wearing a lot less clothing,” he murmured.

I toed off my boots while we kept kissing, which wasn’t easy considering they were lace-ups. But neither of us was willing to separate yet. His lips and tongue were busyexploring my neck. I managed to unbutton my jeans next and wiggle out of them.

But when he hadn’t removed a single stitch of his clothes, I had to draw the line. I put my hands on his broad chest and pushed. “Timeout. Get undressed.”

“If you say so.” Then, with a wicked smile, he lunged forward and caught my lower lip between his teeth. Like he was proving who was really boss. He bent me back in the filthiest kiss yet. Sucking my lip. My tongue. I felt that in every part of me,especiallybetween my legs.

I was in a daze when he stepped back and peeled off his coat and sweater, knocking his hat to the rug. He wore a long-sleeve tee underneath, which came off next. Then his boots and socks. He went for his belt. Tex’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he shucked his jeans aside. All that was left was a tight navy-blue pair of boxer briefs.

And of course, the prominent shape of his hard cock encased by the fabric.

I gave him a good look. Filing away this mental image for later, because I’d never had a specimen like him right in front of me before. He wasn’t too lean like a model or bodybuilder, and I appreciated that. He was one-hundred percent real man. Firm muscles filled out his frame, with just enough softness that I knew it would be amazing to cuddle up against him. Smooth pale skin, dark hair on his chest that trailed down the middle of his flat stomach and into his waistband.

A tattoo of barbed wire formed a band around his left thigh. The unexpected ink turned up his sex appeal even more. I wanted to lick the whole way around the design.

I reached up to ruffle the light-brown strands on his head. His style was buzzed close to his scalp on the sides, maybe an inch long on the top. Very military. Made me wonder how long ago he’d left the Marines.

“Not bad,” I said. “Just missing one thing.”

He gave me an amused smirk. “And what’s that?”

I grabbed his snapback from the floor and put it on his head, but backward this time. The backward cap made him look a little younger and a lot naughtier. “There we go. You can keep that on.”

“Oh, can I?”

“Yes. I approve.”

He stalked closer. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I held onto his biceps so I wouldn’t fall onto the mattress. “I have some demands of my own.” He played with the edge of my chunky sweater. “This needs to come off.”

I lifted my arms, and he pulled the sweater over my head, pausing to be gentle around my face. The tenderness of that small gesture turned the desire in my belly into something softer. He stripped off the tank I wore beneath. Now I was in my bra and panties. He didn’t hesitate, just lifting an eyebrow to check in with me before he deftly unhooked the back clasp and tugged the straps until the cups fell free, and I was topless.

He chewed on his lip as his eyes roved over me, taking their time when they reached my breasts. My nipples were already beaded, but they tightened even more with his gaze on me.

“If you say ‘not bad,’ I won’t be happy,” I warned.

“That’s an unfair double standard.”

“Just how it is.”

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