Page 33 of Knight Watch

“And would you touch me then?”

A dark chuckle came from his lips. “Oh, babe. I’d torment you some more. I’d run my hands up and down your belly, inching lower and lower until you were grinding over my thigh in desperation, seeking more pressure.”

She should have been embarrassed when her hips mimicked the words he wove, but she was past that point. Her palms traced the path he described, but she wasn’t about to tease herself when she was the one in control of her pleasure. Fingers snaking inside her shorts, legs spread, she covered her mound and squeezed hard. Despite the lack of direct touch, electricity coursed through her and she shivered.

“Kingsley.”

“I’m here, baby. I’m with you. Tell me what you feel.”

Mouth dry, she found the courage to look at him. His body was tense as a bow, his free hand now fisting the comforter between them. Only then did she slide her fingers through her slick folds, drawing a finger over her sensitive nub.

Kingsley’s groan felt like agony. “Syd… I’m begging you, talk to me. How am I touching you?”

“You… your hand is between my legs. I feel you teasing me, touching me everywhere but the spot that needs it most.”

“Am I? And what does it make you feel?”

Feeling bold as she pleasured herself, Sydney slid her hand across the bed and cupped his straining erection and started caressing his hardening length. “How do you think it makes me feel?”

The curses that fell from his lips almost made her blush, but his body clearly battling his own gratification made her moan even louder.

“Shit, Sydney. Remove your hand, or I’m going to come in my pants.”

The idea of him coming undone was appealing, but when her core clenched hard, sending shivers throughout her body, it was clear that she had another decision to make.

She let him go, pushing her shorts down before her good sense could stop her. Riding the wave, Sydney rolled on top of Kingsley and kissed him. Her breasts were plastered against his muscled torso; her head was spinning as Kingsley kissed her like she was the last source of air in the world. His lips were almost bruising, his beard scratching, but she didn’t care. The only thing in her mind was that she wanted more. So much more.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, touching every available inch of skin she could reach, she realized he wasn’t touching her back. “Kingsley.”

He was breathing hard now, sweat beading over his forehead and with such a fire in his eyes, it was almost frightening. “Yes, Syd?”

“Why aren’t you touching me?”

He laughed, but the sound was more a moan. “I don’t want to trigger a bad reaction. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but you’re too important for me to fail.”

When she straddled his hips and straightened up over him, she noticed his fists gripping the comforter like a lifeline. “I don’t want to make you suffer, that’s not what I want.”

He swallowed hard. “It’s a sweet kind of suffering, don’t worry about it.”

She hesitated a second. “And if I want more?”

Her question was vague, but the way he looked at her, so serious, it was apparent he had understood. “Tell me what you need, Sydney, and I’ll give it to you. Anything at all.”

Her heart squeezed at this generous, selfless man. It was obvious he was fighting his instincts with every fiber of his being to put her first. His strength built her own courage. “Can you lay still and let me lead? I understand if it’s too much to ask and you want to stop.”

“No!” It was almost a shout, but Kingsley quickly brought himself back under control. “You take the lead. But you need to be explicit. I’ll follow your directions.” A smile bloomed on his face before he repeated his earlier words. “My body is at your disposal.”

It was her time to swallow and jump. “I want your hand.”

“Where? I told you, be precise or I won’t move.”

“On my breast, please.”

He did as she said, his wide palm cupping her breast. Between her legs, she could feel him hard and throbbing under the denim cloth, but his hips didn’t move an inch. Neither did his hand. He had told her to give him detailed instructions after all. “I want you to do what you described to me, what you said you would do to me if you touched my breasts.”

Only then did his hand start to caress her. Her eyes locked with his, and it was apparent he was on high alert for any adverse reactions, and that knowledge allowed her to relax.

Pressing down on his erection, her hips started to move a little. “Both hands, please, use both hands.”