Too Hard to Handle (Black Knights Inc. #8)(82)

Dan made her feel safe. He made her feel adventurous. He made her feel…so many things. All the things.

His throat made a sticky sound when he swallowed, his eyes searching hers in the mirror. “But don’t you want me to—”

“Do it,” she interrupted him, her breaths coming fast and hard, her nipples standing high and tight. “Just like you said. That’s what I want.”

“Fuck me,” he groaned, grabbing her hips and thrusting against her ass like he couldn’t help himself. Like he had to rub himself against her or he would die.

She caught her lip between her teeth and grinned—even she would say her reflection looked sexy, coquettish; and she’d never claimed to be either in her entire life. “I thought the plan was for you to f*ck me,” she said.





Chapter Nineteen


Dan could not believe his good luck…

Penni was everything he’d dreamed about and more. He’d known she was sensual and passionate from their time in Kuala Lumpur. But he’d never guessed she was a sex kitten on steroids. Just when he thought he’d pushed her past the point of comfort, she surprised him by meeting him there and then taking it a step further. She was the perfect foil for him sexually.

And she was waiting.

Tomorrow he would probably scold himself for not taking his time when he undressed her. He pulled her jeans, panties, and socks off in one go and shoved them all aside with a careless foot. And he would definitely want to kick his own ass for not trying to be sexier when he disrobed for her. Instead of slowly undoing the button on his pants, teasingly drawing down the zipper to increase the anticipation, he shucked his drawers in record time and whipped off his sweater like it was on fire.

The bad thing about all that was he didn’t savor the removal of each piece of clothing, glorying in each new inch of skin that was revealed. The good thing about all that was now they were both buck naked. And it was about damn time. He’d been waiting, fantasizing about the moment when there would be nothing between them. No barrier of clothing. No impediment for his seeking hands and mouth to overcome. Just flaming hot skin to flaming hot skin.

His reflection in the mirror looked huge compared to hers. Where her shoulders were narrow, his were broad. Where her arms were lithe and lovely, his were bulging and roped with sinew and veins. Where she was soft and delicate and smooth, he was hard and heavy and rough. Put together the disparity between them was…beautiful, sexy, highlighting the differences between male and female, man and woman.

“Do it.” She braced her hands on the counter and shoved her sweet, round ass back at him. “Just like you said.” Anticipation and desire made her voice breathy and rough.

When she bent over, her delicate breasts swung forward like ripe fruit. He wanted to pluck them, taste them, tease them. And he would. He so would. But first…

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his dick bobbing in time to his heartbeat. When she obeyed without hesitation, he growled his approval, smoothing his hand over her ass, noting the satiny texture of her skin, its warmth, and the subtle flush that pinkened it. She shivered, her eyes reflecting back at him when he glanced into the mirror. The chocolaty brown pools were liquid with need, hot with desire.

“Are you ready for me, Brooklyn?” he rumbled. Yes, rumbled. That was the only way to describe what had happened to his voice. It seemed to be coming up from the very depths of him, where he was full and heavy with a dark craving.

“Yes,” she swore, shoving back into his caressing hand, wiggling slightly in invitation.

He could see that she was telling the truth. The folds of her bare sex were swollen and pink. An enchanting solicitation that eons of civilization had yet to conquer. When a man saw that, all his faculties scrambled. He became no better than an ape in the forest, one and only one thing on his mind. Mate. Now.

But Dan was able to avert the urge to spread her ass cheeks and womanhood and plunge inside because he knew he’d get there. And soon too. But first he wanted to test her, to feel how hot she was for him, how wet.

“Let’s check to make sure,” he said huskily, turning his hand so he could slide two fingers over her, into her.

“Dan!” She moaned his name and it was a siren’s call.

The tips of his two middle fingers were poised just inside her entrance, and she was so hot she singed his skin. So wet she made his dick pulse and ache. A drop of passion gathered at his swollen tip, rolling over his head and down the length of his shaft. It was a tease and a caress. He shuddered at how painfully sensitive his skin was.

“More,” she demanded, pushing back against his hand. “Give me more.”

God. He loved it when she started spouting orders.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding his fingers inside her to his middle knuckles. She was so unbelievably soft, so satisfyingly responsive. At the intrusion of his fingers, her walls closed around him, pulsing, grasping as if she was welcoming him in, pulling him deeper, squeezing him tight.

“More.” She wiggled her ass. Seeing the move, feeling the move made his cock throb so hard he was afraid for a moment there that the tip of his head had blown off. Once he assured himself that wasn’t the case, he gave her what she was asking for, seating himself to the last knuckle.

“Christ, yesssss,” she hissed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.