Page 15 of Saved By a Knight

“He didn’t touch me,” Lora purrs. Not the reaction I expected, but I’m damn happy to see it.

Fucking and fighting is why I got into this business, and what luck I’ve had with both centering around Lora. And with one out of the way, and Lora’s intentions splashed across her face, the other is soon to follow.

“Got here in the nick of time then.” Staring into her eyes, I can feel the anger washing away by the bucket. She has such a soothing presence that even the beast inside me can’t fight.

“Twice in one week.” She takes a few, slow steps toward me. When she’s close enough, she presses a finger against my abs and lazily scrawls random patterns across them. “This time, you’ll have to let me thank you for taking out the trash. And I know the best way to do it, too.”

As much as I want to stay in control and treat this like one of the many scenes I’ve left in chaos and disorder, I can’t. Not with her. I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine, and letting the fires of passion roar inside my chest.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” Playing along is part of the fun, even though there’s only one real answer.

She jumps onto her toes, hooks her arms around my shoulders, and steals a kiss. “A bit of this,” she whispers against my lips, “and a bit of that.”

I kiss her again, losing myself to the fierce embrace in full.

Lora giggles and pulls away, gesturing with her head in Trent’s direction. He’s still standing in the front of the store, staring in disbelief.

Shit, I completely forgot he was here.

“Call the boys back at the clubhouse to sort you out,” I shout across the room.

“Got it.” He lifts his slack jaw off the floor and disappears behind the row of shelves.

And with that little bit of business concluded, I can turn my attention in full to the glorious creature pressed against my body.

10

LORA

Every part of me wants every piece of him.

He barely brings his motorcycle to a stop, and my hands are already over him. My lips traversing every inch of skin they can touch on the back of his neck. Our bodies fused together on the bucket seat while Knight scrambles to get parked.

I didn’t doubt his sincerity toward me, not once since we met. Tonight, however, confirms it all to be true. He didn’t just say and do what he thought was necessary to get in my pants.

Knight gets off of his bike, and I do the same, but before I find solid footing, his hands feel up my ass before he hoists me off the ground. He pulls me into a mouthwatering embrace, leaving me dizzy and disoriented as he starts storming toward the single-story building he calls home.

We burst through the front door, bodies interlocked and wild desire flooding Knight’s eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I finally say the words flowing through my mind the entire time Knight was dealing with ProfessorCallahan. “My big, strong man, taking charge, protecting what’s yours.”

“Mine.” He kicks the door shut with his heel and pins me against the wall. “All mine.” His head sinks to the crook of my neck, and his tongue slithers outside it.

The soft, slick muscle sends a cool sensation of pleasure across my scorched skin. It glides up my neck, across my chin, and his lips settle around my earlobe. I howl out at the feeling, slipping further into my want—no, my need—for Knight.

“What do you think of my place?” The question comes between nibbles, licks, and kisses. It’s almost playful, and I suppose it makes sense since I can’t really see the place. Shrouded in darkness, neither of us has given any real thought to turning a light on.

And I suspect we won’t until we land in the bedroom.

“Ask me again in the morning.” Lost in my own little world, overwhelmed by just his lips against my neck, I almost can’t respond. I slip one hand over Knight’s shoulders, resting it on the nape of his neck to pull his head tighter against me.

Keeping me up against the wall for extra support, one of Knight’s hands slips away from ass. His hand slides up between our bodies, and he starts working his belt buckle free. Every twitch of his hand has his knuckles brush against my pussy, radiating pure, electric pleasure throughout my body.

Maybe we won’t make it to the bedroom, after all.

A short struggle results in Knight’s cock bouncing free from its confines. It hammers down against me, gliding over my panties as if magnetized to my promised land. Knight’s attention movesfrom his belt, under my skirt, and to the waistband of the white lace acting as the only barrier between me and him.

He tugs it down, as far as it will go with my legs hooked around his hips, and a haphazard moan rips out of my chest.

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