In Rides Trouble (Black Knights Inc. #2)(66)

Bull’s eye!

“Forget it,” she breathed as his tongue speared into her, only to retreat and swirl at the top of her sex, tapping rhythmically against her clitoris as his thumb entered her and stroked in and out. “This is so much better.”

“Mmm,” he growled his agreement, and the added vibration made her toes curl.

She knew it’d be good. She’d always known it’d be good. But this…this went beyond good. Maybe the simple explanation was that it felt so much better because they’d held back for so long, or maybe they had some sort of weird chemical compatibility, some sort of animal synergy, because this was…

“Oh, Frank, I’m going to come,” she breathed, and everything inside her tightened into a painful ball of pleasure.

…this was transcendence!

“Frank!” she screamed his name, curling her fingers in his hair and pressing him against her as ecstasy snapped her head back, pulsing from the base of her spine out, toward her extremities, and then rebounding back again.

The fingers of her free hand curled in the sheets, her knees instinctively hitched higher.

Oh, oh, oh this was going to be a good one.

A thousand explosions detonated inside her, a thousand colors swirled behind her screwed tight lids, a thousand sounds beat against her eardrums. She’d never lost touch with her mind before, but it was gone. She was nothing. Nothing but a bundle of firing nerve endings, pulsing muscles…

“I love the way you announce you’re about to come,” he chuckled as he started kissing his way up her body.

Was he talking?

Why was he talking?

One did not speak after an orgasm like that.

“Ah,” he murmured before sliding the head of his penis inside her. He must’ve donned a condom at some point, the crafty, multitasking sonofagun. “I never thought I’d see the day.” He kissed her, delving his tongue inside her mouth.

Frank slid in a little farther, stretching her wonderfully, deliciously, insisting her female body submit to his male intrusion.

But the funny thing was it didn’t feel like intrusion. It was more like she’d been achingly, yawningly empty, and now things were as they should be. Sweetly, spectacularly full.

“I’ve rendered you speechless,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder as he drove those final few inches, seating himself to the hilt and rocking her softly against the mattress.

“Oh, Frank,” she moaned at the feel of him inside her, above her, all around her. She was drowning in him, and it was the sweetest sensation.

“Ah, so your oral faculties have returned.”

“I’ll show you my oral faculties later,” she promised, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling her knees up around his hips and hooking her heels beneath his surging buttocks. His hips drove smoothly and rhythmically, like the pistons in a well-oiled engine.

“Sweet Lord,” he growled, and she grinned as he pulsed inside her.

So, he likes the thought of that, eh? Yeah well, what man didn’t?

She whispered hot words against his lips as he pumped inside her, describing exactly what she’d do to him when she got her mouth on him. Then she could no longer speak because her world shattered once more, and she was left glorying in the feel of him following right behind her.

Later, after a little catnap, she held true to her promise and devastated his control with her oral faculties. And after that, he returned the favor, and she…well, she was certain to make her little announcements.





Chapter Sixteen


Becky moaned grumpily and slapped a hand down on her screaming alarm clock. “It’s time,” she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching as Frank sat up and swung his long legs over the mattress.

Clicking on the lamp, she scratched her head and smiled sleepily at the sight of his broad back. The hard muscles on either side of his spine flexed as he bent to retrieve his shirt.

Oh, and what a butt. When he pulled on his jeans, she avidly watched his high, tight ass disappear into the denim. Grinning, thinking back on all they’d done mere hours before, she wolf-whistled her appreciation of the show.

He darted a brief look in her direction, then went back to buttoning his fly.

Uh-oh.

Sitting up, she whistled again, and even though he flashed her his wonderfully lopsided grin, it was impossible to misread what was written all over his face.

In a word: regret.

Oh God. She’d convinced herself this wouldn’t happen, convinced herself that once she tore down all the barriers he’d erected against her over the years, he’d realize that what had finally happened between them was inevitable. That it was good and real and, more importantly, right.

Wow. She was turning out to be a cock-eyed optimist and, worse, a complete and utter dumbass.

Her heart started pounding, and a strange buzzing sounded in her ears as she threw off the covers and padded over to her dresser. Wrenching open a drawer, she grabbed some panties and stepped into them, then fished for the matching bra, wrestling herself into it and calling herself one hundred kinds of fool for ever thinking this had any chance of working out.

Oh dear, sweet Christ, she’d seduced him.

She’d propositioned him, stripped naked in front of him, and completely, recklessly, willfully seduced him, thinking she could be his new go-to girl, his brand spanking new Chesty McGivesItUp.