Too Hard to Handle (Black Knights Inc. #8)(62)

He was “The Man” because, quite simply, he was a man. In every sense of the word. Domineering. Potent. Virile. Lionhearted. Powerful. And above all else, completely unafraid to be exactly who he was. To show her, no holds barred, exactly what he wanted from her, what he needed from her, what he demanded from her.

“Dan,” she murmured against his firm yet deliciously smooth lips. His breath tasted minty and fresh. “Please.”

“Please what?” he whispered back, taking a nip at her bottom lip. The sting was a challenge, as were his next words. “I told you what I want. Now you tell me what you want.”

Wetness coalesced between her thighs at the thought of what she wanted. “What you said,” she allowed.

“Tell me,” he demanded again. “Give me the words.”

The tips of her breasts stung, ached as they brushed against the lace of her bra with each breath she took. There was no room. No room to do all the things she wanted to do. But she needed something. Something he was forcing her to put into words. And it terrified as much as it titillated.

She was not as bold as Dan. Not as sure of herself. To speak her desires, her wants aloud, was admitting more than her simple physical urges. He would know how much she needed him. How much she wanted him. How much she adored him. In each and every way.

“Tell me, Brooklyn,” he husked, his eyes a hot challenge. His fingers on the back of her neck rubbing and massaging, succoring her even as the hand on her hip inched back until his fingers curved around the globe of her ass in a blatant demand. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and he wasn’t letting her go until she did as he commanded.

Well, okay then…

“I want you to take off my sweater and my bra.” Heat climbed up her neck and cheeks.

“Yes?” He dropped his hand from her neck to grab the hem of her sweater. But he didn’t remove it. Just allowed the backs of his fingers to brush against the quivering flesh of her stomach. “And then what?”

“I-I want you to kiss my breasts and suck on my nipples,” she managed.

“Mmm,” he growled. “That sounds right. Like we agreed.”

“Hmm?” It was hard to pay attention to his words when he was standing and crowding her back against the little vanity. He was so hot. And huge! This bathroom was not intended for a man of his size.

“It sounds like heaven,” he clarified, pulling her sweater over her head and carefully hanging it on the latch of the door.

She was panting, impatient. But she didn’t have long to wait. He reached behind her back and, one-handed, flicked open the catch on her bra. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled it from her shoulders. Hooking one strap over the corner of the mirror, he turned back to her. They were thigh to thigh, squeezed into the tiny space. And the air was hot as a furnace.

Or maybe that’s just me…

When he moved to resume his seat on the toilet lid, she felt the desertion of his big body like a physical blow. But he held her hand and pulled her toward him, her legs between his spread thighs, her breasts bobbing just above his head.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, eyeing her reverently.

She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’ve never had much up top, but I—”

“Shhh.” He stopped her, gently cupping one tender mound in his hot, callused palm. When he rubbed his thumb over the tip, she thought she might die. Sensation zipped from her nipple straight to the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her knees shook. “You’re perfect. High and tight, with these amazingly responsive nipples.”

That last part, the amazingly responsive nipples part, was a recent occurrence. He lifted his other hand, cupping her opposite breast and giving it the same loving attention until both her nipples poked out like pencil erasers. “Given your coloring, I expected ’em to be darker. But they’re the exact shade of cotton candy. So delicate and pink.”

“Dan—”

“Bend down just a little,” he instructed. “Let me taste ’em and make both our fantasies come true.”

“Holy shit,” she hissed, pressing her palm to the bulkhead behind him so she could bend forward enough to have the tips of her breasts level with his mouth. When his hot breath brushed over one super-sensitized point, a rush of wetness flooded from her core. And when he looked up at her, hunger and desire and…something she couldn’t name sparkling in his eyes, she couldn’t stand it a second longer. “Please,” she begged, cupping the back of his head and pulling him forward that last inch. “I need to feel your lips on me.”

And then he obliged her, opening his hot mouth around her nipple. He laved it with the flat rasp of his tongue, then he closed his lips around it and sucked. Strongly. Because somehow he knew that’s what she needed.

She cried out. The pleasure was so good. Too good. And with each hard pull at her breast, she felt an answering tug between her legs. She slapped a hand over her mouth. With the engines humming, it wasn’t likely those in the cabin could hear what they were doing, but—

“You taste amazing,” he said. “Are you this sweet all over?” She knew it was a rhetorical question because he continued before she could answer. “I can’t wait to find out…”





Chapter Fifteen


Just as Penni had promised, Dan was in heaven. Despite the tight spot, despite the fact there was a traitor sitting not fifteen feet from them, despite the lingering smell of blood mixed with antiseptic, he was in paradise.