In Rides Trouble (Black Knights Inc. #2)(65)

“Mr. Blue?”

He couldn’t stop the snort that escaped his lips. “Is that what you call it?”

“Yepper.” She ran her fingers through his chest hair. He could feel her mischievous grin. “Blue because, you know, he’s blue. And Mister because, well, he’s a boy. He’s been handy to have around all those times you and I went at each other, verbally that is, and then I didn’t have any way to work off the frustration.”

He groaned at the thought of her lying in bed, using that absurdly colored toy on herself while fantasizing about him. Funny, he’d probably been three doors down doing the same thing. Oh, not using a toy. He had an experienced right hand for that, but there’d no doubt been endless times they’d both been thinking of the other while pleasuring themselves.

The idea was sexy as hell.

“Don’t worry,” she said, reaching beneath the covers to palm him. “Mr. Blue holds no comparison to the real thing.”

God love the woman.

***

Becky woke sometime later to feel of Frank’s large, callused fingers fluttering across her nipples.

“Mmm,” she moaned and stretched, cracking open her eyes to glance at the clock on her bedside table. At some point, he must have gotten up to turn off the light because the red digital numbers glowed dimly in the surrounding darkness.

“It’s three-thirty in the morning, Frank,” she mumbled, sucking in a breath when his lips closed over her left nipple. The hot spear of his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves had her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’ve got to be up in another two hours. You need to get some rest before surgery.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he grumbled, the sound strangely menacing and strangely…meaningful.

She didn’t have time to try and figure out what that meaning was, not when he shifted closer and the hard, hot length of him pulsed against her hip. She reached down, grasping him, marveling in the silkiness of the skin she found and the marble hardness it covered.

“Oh, that’s you,” she giggled when he groaned at the contact. “For a minute there, I thought I was in bed with a baseball bat.”

“Mmm, very funny,” he murmured, moving to her opposite breast.

Oh, this is perfect, she thought, stroking him softly, her womb contracting at one particularly strong pull of his lips. This is how it was always meant to be. The two of them, laughing, teasing, making love.

Why had they waited so long?

Okay, she knew the reason. It lived up in Lincoln Park, but she wasn’t going to think of that now. She refused to think of that…

Tomorrow was for reality.

Tonight…tonight was for fantasy.

And the truth of the matter was, her fantasies didn’t come close to the reality of Frank. So big, so warm and strong. His skin was smooth—except for the hard ridge of the occasional scar. His muscles hard—no exceptions there. And his smell…

It was the sexiest thing she’d ever encountered, because it wasn’t applied or contrived. It was all clean, healthy male, and every time she sucked in a breath, a delicious little tickle trilled through her belly.

“No,” she complained when he pulled away, his mouth leaving her nipple and his hard penis slipping through her ambitiously working fingers. “Don’t go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere you won’t like, honey,” his voice grumbled through the darkness. A second later, his mile-wide shoulders were pressing her legs apart.

Oh, no. He was right about that. He certainly wasn’t going anywhere she wouldn’t like. “Mind holding this leg up so that it doesn’t bump against my shoulder?” he asked, as he pushed her knee back until it hit her chest.

Was he kidding? She’d tie herself in a bow if that’d help him in this little endeavor.

“Happy to oblige,” she said as she hooked a hand behind her knee, keeping her leg out of the way, “assuming that it’s, uh, gas mask time,” she finished, chuckling.

“What?” she felt him glance up.

“That’s what I was thinking when you first came in here, when you were just standing there, driving me crazy, touching me but barely touching me all at the same time. I was thinking if you didn’t get naked and get inside me, double quick, I was going to climb you like a cat climbs a tree, wrap my legs around your head, and make you wear me around like a government-issue gas mask.”

“Christ, woman,” he groaned, but his chest shook between her legs, and it wasn’t long before his deep laughter echoed around the room.

“Now if you start that, I’m going to throw you on your back, straddle your chest, and tickle your ribs until I can’t see straight.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” he murmured, placing a kiss on the inside of her right thigh, his breath hot, moist and altogether too far away from the spot she most desired it.

Bull’s eye, Frank. Go for the bull’s eye.

“Well, in case no one’s ever told you, when you laugh it vibrates through your chest.”

“Still not following.” He licked another hot kiss higher up on her trembling thigh.

Getting closer…

“Well if I were to sit on your chest while making you laugh, it’d be like straddling a giant, furry vibra—oh!”