Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(47)

I froze in panic and my arms went from around him so my fingers could curl around his wrists tight.

“I need to tell you something,” I stated quickly.

His eyes focused on me. “What?”

I didn’t tell him what. I wasn’t thinking. I was freaking out. I wanted him, was scared how much I did, I was scared of what having him meant and lastly, I was scared about what I’d just agreed to.

“It’s important you’re warned,” I whispered.

“What?”

“With the way you think you see me, you need to know before you find out.”

His head jerked slightly, his eyes held mine intently and one of his hands twisted my fingers free and came up to curl around my neck.

Then he whispered, “Baby, what?”

“My tummy’s round,” I whispered back and he blinked.

Then he repeated, “What?”

“I, um… I’m not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.”

He stared at me.

Stupidly, I kept talking. “I run, do crunches, you know… stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isn’t regularly, regularly it’s just um… somewhat regularly. But it doesn’t go away. And, um… I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know I’m just me. I’m not how you see me. I’m not perfect.”

He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.

Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, “Show me.”

Oh God!

“Uh… you won’t see. I’m lying on my back and it –”

His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, “Show me.”

I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.

When the shirt was up to under my br**sts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.

“You get I picked those dresses,” he stated.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Your dresses. I picked them.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Guessed the size,” he went on.

“Oh,” I breathed.

“Baby,” his hand pressed lightly into my belly, “I haven’t missed this.”

Okay, all right.

Oh God.

Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell.

“Right,” I said softly.

“You are perfect. I wanted to f**k cut, first, I’d wonder if I lost my f**kin’ mind not havin’ sweet and soft and all woman. Then, I’d f**k cut. But I don’t want cut. I want my c**k in a woman who’s sweet, soft and…” his face got close, “all woman.”

Oh my.

I liked that as in really.

And I liked it even better that Knight made it not embarrassing.

He wasn’t done.

“You run, you do your crunches, I don’t give a f**k. But you lose any of that ass, those tits, those h*ps or your Buddha belly, just sayin’, babe, you lose me.”

Oh.

My.

Yes, I liked that. Really.

“Knight,” I whispered but said no more. Not because he interrupted me just because what he said meant so much to me and I didn’t know what to say.

“Now, you got anything else you wanna talk about before I f**k you?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Fuckin’ great,” he muttered then his head dropped and he kissed me.

And he kissed me like he always kissed me, hard, demanding but this time better because it kept going as his hand moved over my belly. Then his fingertips skimmed the top edge of my underwear. Then his hand flattened again and slid to my waist and feather-light up my side.

I trembled as he did this and held on as best I could since he was still lying beside me.

Then his lips released mine and slid down my cheek to my ear.

“Hands off me, babe, palms flat on the bed and open your legs for me.”

My belly curled then knotted and heat rushed to a secret place in me.

He lifted his head and caught my eyes. I bit my bottom lip then slid my hands away from him and did as he asked.

“Keep them there, baby, no matter what I make you feel,” he ordered gently and I nodded. “Now spread,” he whispered.

Slowly, I opened my legs and Knight’s neck twisted to watch.

Then he murmured, “My baby’s bein’ good.”

Oh God.

Why was that such a turn on?

His hand slid back and in, just the very tips of his fingers skimming the legs of my panties at the core of me. Then down the inside of my thigh.

“Cock your knees, Anya, and open wider for me.”

My breathing was erratic, my entire body hot, my br**sts swelled and I felt wet gather between my legs as I did what I was told.

Knight’s fingertips slid to the back of my thigh, up, skimming the back of my knee then he shifted, leaning in so they could go down the back of my calf to my ankle.

Okay, that felt good. Sweet, light, amazing.

Then his hand moved to the other leg and he retraced the same path to the heart of me and again his fingers glided feather-soft along the inside edges of my panties between my legs.