Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(61)
At the word “lucky” my head jerked up and I stared at his shadowed face.
“What?” I breathed.
“You aren’t with me,” he muttered.
“Are you serious?”
“Are you comfortable with the fact that my boys roughed up your landlord?”
My body stilled and I whispered, “Honey –”
“Answer me, babe, are you comfortable with that?”
“Can we –?”
His hand came to my jaw and his arm around me got tight, pulling me closer and he whispered, “Anya, babe, answer me.”
“No,” I blurted.
“But you’re settin’ it aside because you’re drawn to me and I’m makin’ you happy,” he surmised.
“Yes.”
“Then babe, I’m the lucky one because with you, I’m not settin’ shit aside. And with me, I think you already get without really knowin’ that you always will.”
My hand slid up his chest and I whispered, “Honey, let’s not talk about this.”
“Bury your head, baby, please, God, do it. But straight up, you give me good, normal and clean and you do it knowin’ you’ll never get that back. I’ll take that. Fuck, yeah, I’ll take that. But I’ll only take it knowin’ somewhere inside you, you get what you’re givin’ to me and you understand it’ll never be returned.”
“You’re scaring me again, Knight.”
“Enough to ask me to leave?”
“No,” I whispered and his hand clenched my jaw.
“Christ, my baby,” he whispered.
I didn’t want to talk about this anymore so I changed the subject.
“I’m sorry I believed Nick,” I said softly.
“You believin’ him didn’t say shit about me. It said shit about how you feel about you. We’ll work on that.”
God, he was scary, scary sweet and I was thinking scary smart too.
“Bet I bought myself a bad girl,” he muttered and I blinked.
“Pardon?”
“Baby, how many times did you come on my face?”
I bit my lip.
Then I shared quietly, “I lost track.”
Knight burst out laughing, both is arms closing tight around me as he shifted us down in bed and rolled me to my back, him at my side.
When he stopped laughing, his hand slid up to curl around my neck, palm at my throat.
“You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered.
“I haven’t decided,” I whispered back and his hand spasmed.
Then he asked, sounding appalled, “I hurt you?”
“Uh… yeah, Knight. You spanked me.”
“Too hard?”
“Um…”
“That you couldn’t stand the pain, Anya, that it didn’t feel good even as it felt bad. That kinda too hard, babe. I didn’t get that from you, not even close. When I was done, you were soaked.”
“Well that’s because, um… the answer’s no. If that’s too hard then it wasn’t. Not even close.”
His hand relaxed as did his body.
God, how could this guy have just spanked me, my bottom still felt warm and tender and yet at the same time he was unbelievably sweet?
“We need a safe word,” he muttered.
“Probably,” I muttered back.
“No, babe, we do. We should have worked that out before but I’ve been goin’ easy on you, payin’ attention, not pushin’ too hard. Didn’t think we’d be here this quick. I’ll think about it, give it to you before I take you again.”
Easy on me.
Something, maybe, to look forward to.
“Okay,” I said softly.
At my word, he gave me a squeeze before he shifted, yanking the covers out from under us, flicking them over us then settling onto his back. He rolled me and tucked me into his side.
Then he ordered, “Sleep, baby.”
“Okay, Knight.”
I settled in. Knight’s arm around me drew me closer then relaxed. My arm snaked across his flat belly, curled around and I held on.
Then I called, “Knight?”
“Yeah, babe.”
I bit my lip.
“Babe?”
I stopped biting my lip.
Then I whispered, “Uh… you should probably prepare for me being bad, um… occasionally.”
Knight went still for a moment before both his arms locked around me tight and he burst out laughing.
* * * * *
I turned the corner to Knight’s study.
Nick was crouched at the safe. It was open. He was rifling through it.
I opened my mouth to say something when his head turned to me.
Then he surged out of his crouch, flying through the air toward me, his entire head had changed from Nick to a wide, gaping mouth filled with rows and rows of sharp, lethal teeth.
* * * * *
I jerked awake and, still held close to Knight’s side but still half asleep and feeling his arm around me as a prison, I yanked away from it on a roll.
“What the f**k, babe?” His drowsy, deep, rough voice came at me and I froze.
Torso up and on my ass in the bed, I lifted my knees, soles of my feet to the bed and put my elbows to them, head to my hands and took in a deep breath.