Page 107 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“Stop staring at me like that,” I whisper, my heart beating wildly.

“Why, darlin’? You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes lifting to meet my gaze. “Everything about you drives me crazy.”

I bite my lip. God, this guy is intense.

I’m still not giving up the clit sucker though.

“Hands up,” he says gruffly as his fingers find the hem of my top.

I obey and he pulls it over my hands and onto the floor.

“That’s much better. You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to see you naked.”

“You’re used to hot models.” I squirm and try to close my legs, but his knee comes down between them. “I can’t cope with this.” I try to cover myself with my hands, but he pins them down above my head. “Don’t look at the wobbly bits.”

“The wobbly bits are going straight into the wank bank for later.”

With one hand still holding me hostage, the other slides down over the curve of my breast. His thumbs circle my nipples until they are so hard, they hurt.

I moan, arching into his mouth. It’s been so long. Apparently all it takes is a nipple flick and I’m putty.

My moans seem to open a floodgate for Jack. He dips his head down to take my nipple in his mouth and greedily sucks, letting out grunts of pleasure like someone has just let him off his leash.

I look down. His long eyelashes close over his eyes as he devours both my breasts like he’s been given the gift of taste. Watching him is just as good as feeling it happen.

I never expected Jack to be this unhinged. I thought he would be more practised, reserved . . . in control.

It’s startling and scary . . . and fucking wild.

I fist his hair as my moans grow frantic. I need more.

He looks up at me, a dangerous gleam in his eye. “I’m going to taste every inch of this body.”

“Wait, Jack.” I whimper, putting my hand out to stop him before he buries his face in my crotch. “I’ve heard you’re really good at sex.”

He stops and stares up at me in amusement. “Why do you look like that’s not a good thing?”

“I’ve had one long-term partner in four years. Nothing since. I don’t know any fancy tricks. You must know them all.”

His lips twitch. “Fancy tricks?”

“You know what I mean,” I grumble. “My moves are probably out of date.”

“I’ve no doubt your moves are timeless.” He grins. “And I have a few moves on my own. But this sofa is too small to showcase my best ones.”

I eye him cautiously as he hovers above me. “What are you going to do?” I really don’t like the gleam in his eye.

He winks and pulls me up from the sofa.

“Jack,” I warn as he leads me towards the middle of the room.

“Relax, darlin’.” Taking my shoulders in his hands he turns me around, so my back is flush to his chest.

Ignoring my stunned protests, he pushes me down so my butt is up against his crotch and my head hangs with my hair trailing on the carpet.

“What the hell—”

Damn, I should have vacuumed.

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