So Not a White Knight

by Starla Kaye

  He smirked, amused. “You want it, don’t you, sweetheart? You really do.” His gaze moved over her, settling on her breasts, with clear appreciation.

  He’d always been good to them. Both areolas hardened. The breasts felt heavy.

  “No, I don’t!” she lied for some insane reason and then stood to pad back into the bedroom.

  Surprising her, he scooped her up halfway inside the room. She squealed and struggled for about a millisecond. Being picked up like this by a strong man was exhilarating. But she wouldn’t admit it to him.

  “Put me down.” Did the protest sound as feeble as she thought? More like “never put me down.”

  Two strides later, he did. He dropped her right in the middle of the rumpled bed. “Better?”

  Before she could respond, he followed her down, pinning her to the mattress with his well-toned body. He squished her for a couple of breaths, which she didn’t mind. And then he pushed up on muscled arms to look down at her, his sexy-and-I-know-it expression in place.

  “This is wrong.” If she had a few minutes, she could come up with a list of reasons. Until then she didn’t hate it. In truth, she’d never been so aroused. Everything inside her pulsed, tingled, cried for more.

  His erection pressed against her stomach, reached all the way up to her belly button. His soft, smooth balls rubbed her mound, ground ever so carefully, and more waves of incredible sensations swept over her.

  “How is this wrong?” his question came out breathily.

  Wrong? What? Oh, yes. “Because….” She couldn’t come up with a good answer. Her brain cells were in a state of confusion.

  He leaned down. His blue eyes focused on her. Intense, goal-minded. Here it was! He would kiss the daylights out of her. Yes, yes, yes! Instead, his lips met hers with a gentleness that surprised her. It pleased her more than if he had crushed his mouth to hers. He didn’t even open his mouth, but the experience sent spirals of fire through her. A delicious burn.

  Too soon, he lifted his head. He kept it close enough for her to feel his hot breaths, inhale his musky scent combined with some lingering smell of his familiar woodsy aftershave.

  “More,” she begged after a second. “Please.”

  “As you wish.” Again, their mouths met, not in a rush, not in a demand. Simply learning one another again. Drawing pleasure from the simple act.

  She reached up to circle his neck with her hands, liked the immediate tension in his shoulders before he relaxed. As if he understood she was ready for the next step, he tilted his head to the side, becoming more intense with kissing her. She closed her eyes. More, more, more! Don’t ever stop.

  His tongue brushed against her lips, which tickled at the touch. The delicious sensation spread all the way down to her toes again. Even they tingled.

  Eager for still more, she opened her mouth enough to let his seeking tongue slip inside. For just a second, their tongues met, and she trembled as the tips teased one another. He trembled, too—she suspected from the effort of holding back, because she felt tenseness thrumming through him.

  Too many years had been wasted being cautious. She hauled Trevon closer and gave in to his expertise with French kissing. She moaned. Oh, God she’d missed this.

  So lost in the moment, it took Trevon a few seconds to realize the bells ringing weren’t from inside his head, pealing out his pleasure. No, the offending sound came from his cellphone in the other room. Why hadn’t his voice mail kicked in? Damn phone!

  Essie stiffened beneath him, nearly biting his tongue as she closed her mouth in annoyance. She pushed his shoulders back, her pretty face pinched in displeasure. “Seriously? You couldn’t stop your calls even for a day or so?”

  He sat on his haunches and glowered. “I thought I told everyone not to call me.”

  She huffed, and those magnificent breasts he so wanted to play with rose and fell with her irritation. “Talk about a mood spoiler.” Her pinched expression made it clear she remembered other times when he’d put business before her.

  The darn phone kept right on ringing. He wanted to crush it beneath his foot. She was right; the call brought a rapid ending to what had promised to be a spectacular beginning. He’d lost ground with her already.

  Frustrated beyond words, he climbed off the bed to stalk toward the offensive phone. He snatched it up and barked, “Trevon!”

  “Is that any way to answer the phone, son?” his father snapped in response.

  Trevon sucked in a calming breath. The one person he hadn’t told about his going away for the weekend, of course. They didn’t talk every day, so he hadn’t thought about letting either his father or his brother know.

  “Dad, this isn’t a good time.” Not at all.

  “Another hot date?” His father heaved a disgusted sigh. “We need to talk. ASAP. Here. Kiss her good-bye, send her home or whatever, and get in your car. You can be here by this evening.”

  Trevon sank down onto the sofa bed, and Essie’s light, feminine scent drifted up to him, souring his mood. Time ticked by faster with every passing minute. This wasn’t the reserved little chemist from before. She was bolder, more determined, daring. Daring enough to have made an arrangement with a matchmaker to meet a man who would give her some seriously hot memories. Thank the Fates, he had been given the opportunity to be that man. He didn’t intend to blow this second chance with her

  “Not going to happen, Dad.” He glanced toward the other room, relieved Essie hadn’t left the bed. She might be pissed at him, but she waited for him. The idea perked his depressed shaft back to life.

  “Sam and I—”

  “I’m not even in Texas right now.” He caught Essie’s attention, and their gazes locked. He gave her a hopeful smile and held up a finger to signal he wouldn’t be long. “And I won’t be back until late Monday afternoon.”

  “What the hell? Where are you?”

  Tired of the conversation not going anywhere, Trevon stood and went to his travel kit on the bathroom counter. Locating the condoms he had brought along interested him far more than whatever his father wanted to say.

  He found the box, started to pull one out, but then grabbed the whole thing. Better to put it closer to the bed, be prepared. “In Kauai.”

  “With some woman?” his father accused, sounding disheartened.

  “Dad, we are not having a discussion about your disapproval of my lifestyle. Not now. Not ever again if I can avoid it.” He headed back to the bedroom. “I know I’m a huge disappointment to you. You want me settled down, giving you grandchildren. It is not going to happen. Accept that.”

  His father took a second before he said, “I just want you happy, and I don’t think you are.”

  Essie looked at him with an uncomfortable expression and pulled the sheet over her. Damn. What had she heard to upset her? His comment about not wanting to settle down? A hint of hope came to life inside him. But did he really want it ? A future with her? He’d wanted to make up for hurting her in the past by not trying to stop her from leaving, to see if there could be anything real between them this time. She had been on his mind for a while. Why the hell hadn’t he called her? Was his ego that big?

  This conversation got in the way. “Since you didn’t say this was an emergency, Dad, I’ll talk to you when I get home.” At his father’s reluctant grunt of agreement, he disconnected and tossed the phone on the bedside table. Then he picked it up again and turned it off.

  He stood next to the bed, holding the box of condoms. “Any chance we can get back to where we were before the interruption?”

  It took longer for Essie to answer than he would have liked, but she gave an uncertain nod. “I suppose.”

  Her gaze shifted to his cock, which—thankfully—decided to try its own method of tempting her by swelling again. Some of her uncertainty faded.

  “I promise to make it up to you.” Suddenly, giving this woman everything she wanted was important to him. He could be a “sexy beast.” And he would make sure she learned jus
t how romantic he could be and how much she could enjoy the experience. After thinking about their short year together, he realized he hadn’t done much to show her that side of him.

  She studied him in silence, watched him pull out a condom and toss the box on the small table. As he ripped the package open with his teeth and then grabbed his cock to roll it on, she drew in a soft breath. Her small tongue slid over her lower lip. The action enticed him to move faster.

  He reached for the sheet, and she let him. Relief joined with his urgent need to move this along. In an instant, he climbed onto the end of the bed, stopping next to her slender feet with their painted toenails. For some reason, they captured his attention, and he smoothed his hands along the sides of each one. Silky soft.

  She inhaled sharply, and her long legs stilled. When he picked up one foot and lifted it toward his mouth, she gasped.

  “What are you doing? Have you developed some kind of foot fetish?” She gulped, but she didn’t jerk her foot away.

  Grinning at the idea, he kissed the top of her foot, stroked the bottom with his other hand, earning a squeal. “Still ticklish?”

  This time, she did pull her foot away. “Yes.” But she didn’t look upset with him anymore. More curious about what he might do next.

  The temptation to pick up her foot again was strong, but the desire to do far more was stronger. He noticed the moisture beaded on the curly hair of her muff. His pulse raced in his veins, and his brain shifted into a higher gear. He wanted to plunge into her warmth, drive deep, and take her fast and hard. The “beast” in him ready to be let loose.

  Fighting for control, he met her gaze. “Whatever you want, honey. Name it. I’ll do it.” Or he would try damn hard to do anything she desired.

  “Really?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

  “Anything but stopping now.” He would die if he couldn’t have her, soon.

  Those expressive eyes turned smoky warm. Her breath hitched, and the smile she gave him did him in. He wanted to spread those long, shapely legs wide and slide into her as deep and hard as she could handle. He ached for it so much he almost shook with the need.

  When he took too long, she furrowed her brow. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?” She pulled her legs up and shifted her thighs apart, presenting him with a precious sight that stopped his breath. “Something like this?”

  She kept surprising him. Bold and determined. God, I love this change in her.

  “The offer is only good for so long. My legs are already getting tired of this position.” Yet she continued to stay open to him.

  He groaned at her brazenness, and his cock swelled even more. “I love a pushy woman.”

  “It’s something new I’m trying out.”

  “Well, I like it.”

  Trevon inched forward, bent over to touch her center, wet with arousal. His gut tightened, sensing trouble. You would think he was a newbie at this. Damn. “I’m not sure how long I’m going to last this time,” he grumbled in annoyance.

  She gave him a confused look. Distracting her, he thrust one finger past her soft lips, deep into her heat. Tight. The realization gave him a real rush. “Oh, honey,” he groaned again, pulled his hand almost away, and slid two fingers back inside her moist body.

  “Oooh,” she gasped, clenching around him. She smiled at him like a temptress and squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers. “Well, we’ve got most of today. Tomorrow, too, if you want.” She arched her lower body upward, still clamping onto his fingers. “And you’ve got a whole box of condoms that shouldn’t go to waste.”

  Blood pumped faster all through him, pooling at his intense erection. “They won’t.” He had a goal: use every one of the rubbers. It wouldn’t be a problem.

  He looked longingly at her breasts. He had been thinking about them ever since seeing her in the low-cut, kill-a-man dress. But he didn’t think he could take the time to play with them right now. Much longer and he would explode without even sliding his cock inside her, which would be humiliating.

  As if she read his mind, she cupped those luscious, fleshy mounds and flitted her thumbs over the nipples, teasing him as they budded. “Later. You can pay homage to these later.”

  He groaned. “You’re not playing fair.”

  Chapter Six

  Essie held Trevon’s fascinated gaze and went from playing with her nipples to massaging her breasts. His eyes turned even darker. She experienced an aching longing more powerful than ever before. She had “played fair” too much in the past with Trevon. He’d seemed more interested in pleasing himself than her, and she’d gone along with it, afraid to ask for more. Her needs were handled in private. Stupidly.

  To be fair, Trevon had taken his time with her when they’d first become intimate. But all too soon their lovemaking became hurried. His personal life and his business life demanded the bulk of his time. So, she’d ended their relationship. Now, he wanted another chance with her, as much as she did with him.

  “God, Essie,” he moaned again, continuing to watch her play with her breasts. His fingers were inside her, wiggling ever so slightly in his distraction.

  But she felt them, and the delightful sensations grew stronger. “Ohhh, that feels so good!” Much better than when she pleasured herself. Giving over to the wonder, she dropped her hands to her sides.

  Those wonderful digits moved again, and his thumb slid along her tingling labia, teasing her sensitive nub. Her hips jerked upward. Her head buzzed. No, it was happening all over her. “Again,” she commanded, desperate.

  Trevon kindly obeyed, and she wanted to bless him, even as she fought down another wave of quivering. “You used to do this,” she gushed, barely able to focus on him. “Until you stopped…taking the time.”

  He worked her some more, his expression filled with regret. “I’m sorry. I can’t say any more.”

  She shuddered, clamping around his fingers, aching, growing frantic. Her heart hammered. “Don’t fail me this time,” she implored. “Don’t!”

  His face tightened with strain, and the fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbing her hardened clit faster as well. “Come , sweetheart,” he grunted. “Because I can’t wait much longer to drive inside you.”

  Her thoughts were scattering. She gave over to what he was doing, to what her body required. She squirmed, panted, bucked against his hand. It didn’t take long before she stiffened then rode out her orgasmic climax in a frenzy. “Trevon. Oh, Trevon!”

  As she lie limp and recovering, she studied him through a haze of incredible satisfaction. Had she ever experienced anything like this? No. Again, she felt cheated. She wouldn’t be settling for anything less than this in the future—whoever she ended up with.

  She trembled as his fingers eased from her and noted the moisture coating them. He sat back and smoothed it around his condom-covered penis. His testicles appeared larger. His jaw rigid; his eyes heated. Ready for her. Her sated body came to life again. Ready for him.

  “Your turn,” she encouraged.

  “This will be for both of us,” he insisted. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t tell they were blue anymore. His nostrils flared more with each deep inhale.

  Yeah! But she didn’t say it out loud, just waited in eager anticipation. Round two of him getting back in her good graces.

  He moved closer between her legs and put a hand on each inner thigh, holding them apart. The mere touch made her suck in air, tense. His gaze locked with hers, determined, in control. She loved his reaction.

  “Ready?” The question came out in a deep, breathy growl. “Because I’m going to fuck you now.”

  He had never spoken to her that way before. His crudity both surprised and pleased her, as did the promise in his gaze, the heat sparking between them. Suddenly, she wanted this to be different than any other time, when everything had been so…well, so basic and boring. The times when she lay on her back and he’d been on top of her. Not awful, just…ho-hum. She didn’t want to be the same sexual wallflower.
It was time those lessons in assertion paid off.

  “Page ninety-five,” she commanded. Her mind seeing a sexual position from the last manual she had read.

  “What?” he asked in strained confusion.

  As he started to guide his thick rod to her lower lips, she called out, “Wait!”

  He froze, frowning, breathing hard. “Changed your mind? Please, no.”

  She shook her head. “Well, sort of.” She jutted her chin out. “From behind,” she proposed. “Doggy style.”

  One thick eyebrow lifted in curiosity. “Are you sure?” Waiting looked hard for him, his face red, his chest muscles taut.

  “Definitely.” Maybe she would hate it, but she wanted to try it.

  Trevon gave a curt nod then moved back.

  Yes! Essie scrambled around until she knelt on all fours in front of him, just like in the book. Kneeling here with her bare ass facing him seemed so naughty. “Is this right?” she asked, pretty confident.

  “Let’s change it a bit.” He moved behind her, nudged her legs apart, and gently pushed her head to the mattress. “You’ll like this better. Trust me.”

  “Page ninety-seven,” she muttered, remembering this position, too. It should make the woman feel more sensations. She was all for that.

  “What is with the page thing?” He gripped her hips with his strong hands.

  Her face heated. “Um, a book I looked at,” she admitted in a whisper.

  “Ah, about sexual positions,” he said, with a hint of tense amusement. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and put the head of his cock to her anus. “If you want to try them all, I’m game. Did you bring the book?”

  Yes, but she would have to think about showing it to him. Think later. Wanting to get him focused again, she pushed her bottom back, like she’d also read about. The swollen head slid just inside her, and she shivered in anticipation. “I thought you were in a hurry,” she challenged, impatient for the whole experience.