Page 5 of Claimed By a Knight
“We get the hell out of here, and I give you exactly what you were looking for.”
“And what, pray tell, do you think that is?” The finger sliding over the table shifts to my arm, starting at the wrist before it travels all the way up to my shoulder.
Choosing to answer with actions instead of words, I slide my hand around her waist and pull her tightly against my body. To hell with the onlookers.
I fling my head forward and lock our lips in an explosive kiss. Tongues mashing together, my mind racing to a thousand places yet fully focused on her and her alone. Her perfume tickling my nose, the softness of her lips, the vicious hunger from her tongue trying to devour my own.
“Not what I was thinking, but it’s so much better,” she whispers as our mouths part. “So, let’s do it. Get that pizza and have some real fun back at my place.”
“To hell with the pizza.” I grab her hand in mine and move through the tables faster than I’ve ever moved before. “Only thing I’m eating tonight is you.”
Gracie snickers behind me, and if I weren’t in such a hurry to leave Casa Bella for good, I’d steal a look. See those white cheeks darken and feel my heart jump into my throat. But if this goes aswell as I hope it will, we’ll have the rest of our lives to indulge in how adorable she is.
“Gracie?” A timid voice catches my ear as we step into the cool night air. Shifting my gaze toward the speaker, I see Ezra Green staring at us wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “What’s going on here?”
Gracie’s hand tightens around mine at the sight of him. Poor thing’s probably all sorts of uncomfortable now, and if we stick around too long, it’s only going to get worse.
“Shouldn’t have been late.” I do the talking, taking a natural defensive stance in front of Gracie. Ezra doesn’t pose much of a threat, but his beady eyes falling on my woman is enough to drive me crazy.
“Late?” He checks his watch. “I’m perfectly on time.”
Every muscle in my body tenses as I stare him down. I’m sure he’s confused. I would be, too, but getting in my way is a big mistake. Take the loss and fuck off like a good bitch. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
“We’re leaving, so you better go inside or go back home.” I brush past Ezra without another word, and Gracie remains close behind.
However, Ezra’s intrusion before we could make our grand escape doesn’t seem to have had much of an impact on her. In the few short steps to my bike parked in front of the entrance, Gracie’s hands have moved halfway around my body, clawing and tugging at my belt as if she wants to rip my pants off and have her way with me right here.
Lord knows, I’d give it to her too. She could do any damn thing she wants to me as long as it makes her happy.
And as we speed off away from Casa Bella, Ezra hasn’t moved. He remains glued in place, staring at us from the entrance, a hand clasped over his mouth in disbelief.
It feels good to deliver him his first loss of many on a night that can’t get much better if it tried.
4
GRACIE
We’re making out before we reach my apartment building’s entrance. His hands are under my dress, squeezing my ass by the time we get to the stairs. By the time we’ve ascended them, Talon’s carrying me to the door, his rock-hard erection enthusiastically brushing against my sensitive sex.
Awkward encounter with Ezra aside, I’m not letting anything get in the way of my night with him. I’ve been waiting for this for years—it feels like lifetimes at this point—it’s not going to pass me by that easily.
He pins me against the wall to unlock the door and push it open. And as soon as we pass the threshold of public space to my apartment, my hands shoot down the front of his body, working his belt buckle to release. He groans at every touch, heartier when my haphazard gesturesfumbleand stroke his throbbing member.
By the time I’ve got his pants loose, we’re in my bedroom. I help him shed his layers while he walks me the last few stepsto the bed. Shoes, pants, boxers, everything apart from his shirt, though it’s a lot harder to do that when he has me straddling his waist.
We reach the foot of the bed, and Talon’s hands move off my ass, one grabbing me by the waist while the other slides up to my neck. He breaks our kiss and lays me down on the bed gently before pulling his shirt overhead.
My eyes nearly burst out of their sockets when it’s off. I’ve seen Talon shirtless before, but I’m awestruck at his exceptional physique, fully naked. His muscles have muscles, all of them firm, tense, and flexed like he’s gearing for war and trying to show his physical dominance. The muscle that holds my gaze the longest is the slab of meat standing between his legs. It’s long, thick, and hard as iron and bounces as his eyes hungrily scan my still-clothed body.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Talon mutters, as if embarrassed to say it aloud.
“Me too,” I admit honestly, sitting upright to start undressing.
Before I can reach for my first heel, Talon stops me. In a quick motion, he presses a hand into my shoulder to lower me back onto the bed and falls to his knees in front of my legs dangling off the bed. I chuckle at the action, but the sound gets caught and choked at the ticklish sensation of his rough fingers striking my calf.
“Lie back, relax. I’ll handle it.” His smoldering gaze makes my heart skip a beat, leaving a fluttery sensation in my chest.
Holding my calf with one hand, Talon allows the other to strip my first heel. He repeats the process on the other, smiling the whole time he’s busy, before bringing my leg higher to his face.He looks at my freshly shaved skin like it’s a precious art piece. And to top it all off, Talon leans in close, hot breath tickling me, before he moves to kissing.
