Page 32 of Knight Watch

She saw him hesitate before lying down again. “Are you sure?”

His voice was laced with concern, and somehow it pushed at her discomfort, her body remembering the way he made her feel instead.

“Talk to me. It helps. Please.”

Kingsley twisted to his side, his head on his bicep. “How does it help?”

She hesitated a little. “It distracts me.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “I distract you? How come?”

No way she was telling him how his thick accent made her belly quiver and her thighs press together. But the man was persistent.

“Sydney, tell me.”

“You make me want…”

As if he knew, his voice was warm and teasing in her ear. “Want what, Sydney? I’m all ears.”

Her anxiety took a backseat, and shyness tried to take over, but her mounting desire was having none of it. She needed to decide what she wanted.

Opening her mouth and closing it, unable to say the words, she turned her eyes to him. There wasn’t any hurry or expectation in his. He was lying down, looking at her with a fascination she hadn’t seen before.

“If you can’t tell me, Sydney, show me. I’m riveted here. You’re safe. I swear on everything in me that I won’t move a muscle. I won’t touch you with anything other than my voice.”

Did he want her to touch herself? In front of him?

Immediately, she expected panic to seize her, but instead, her only emotions were fascination and curiosity. Tentatively, her hands went to her belly, making her t-shirt rise a little. Her fingers felt her skin, and she pulled the fabric up a little more.

In response, Kingsley sighed. “You can’t imagine how beautiful you are, lying there in the shadows, the faint light touching your skin making it glow. Is your skin as soft as I imagine it is?”

Following his words, her hands splayed over her stomach. It was a tame touch, but at the same time, something flared inside her.

“Sydney, honey, show me what you want. Slide your hands where you want me to touch you next.”

She didn’t look at him to begin with. Instead, her hands glided under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts in her palms.

“Syd…”

The shortened version of her name came to her on a groan as she touched herself and it made her warm inside. She dared a peek at him. His breathing had accelerated and his eyes were fixed on her hands.

He licked his lips before turning his attention to her. “If it were my hands there, I wouldn’t be still. Do you know what I’d be doing?”

At that moment, Sydney knew she was utterly lost. She had never felt so powerful or aroused in her life as she anticipated his next words. “What would you do?”

His smile made her heart flip. “I would fill my hands and squeeze a little. I would caress your skin, tease you a little, and myself too, because all I’d want to do is have a taste. I would close my lips on your nipple and bite it gently. Would you like that?”

It was her turn to feel breathless. Her mind pictured him worshiping her breasts and her body arched a little. Encumbered by her t-shirt, Sydney flung care to the wind and removed it. The air was cool on her feverish skin, but she didn’t care. Instead, her fingers started tracing slow patterns on her tender skin until she pinched her nipples.

Sydney moaned at the contact and it was echoed by Kingsley beside her. A quick look told her his eyes were on her body and there was a definite bulge in his pants. Knowing she had aroused such a dangerous man was exhilarating and she felt her own arousal spike. She loved that he controlled her, aroused her without touching her, let her set the pace while holding himself back, and she craved more.

“What’s next, Kingsley? Is that all you’d do to me?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d ravish your breasts a while longer until your body was begging for me.”

“Begging for you?”

“Yes. I’d know you were ready for more when your legs parted under my touch, your hips searched for my hand.”