Page 202 of Knight’s Retribution

He cupped her cheek. “Then I was going to show you my wings, wrap my arms around you, and fly high into the sky so we could dance among the stars.”

She blinked, and a tear slid down her cheek.

Rocco brushed it away, then pressed a kiss where it had been. “What do you think you would have said? When I told you everything?”

She still had hold of his hand, and she ran her fingers over his. “I’d never seen anyone like you in my life. I couldn’t believe you wanted me when you came into the bar. I’d spent my whole life being rejected and suddenly the most beautiful, sexy, funny, perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on wanted to spend time with me. I used to look at your hands, these hands, so big and scarred and calloused… I loved them, but they weren’t the hands of a man who just worked construction, they were warrior’s hands, that’s what I thought to myself when I watched you wrap your fingers around your glass in the bar, and that’s what I thought again the first time I felt them moving over my bare skin. Warrior.” She kissed his hand again. “Somewhere deep inside, somehow, I knew you were more. You were always more.”

“Christ, Ky.” She was destroying him one word at a time.

“So to answer your question, I don’t think I would have needed much convincing.” She stood and climbed into his lap. “Thank you for this, for everything,” she said, then pressed her lips to his.

Rocco breathed deep, trying to keep things on track. “As much as I love you in my lap, pumpkin, there is an order to the way things are supposed to go tonight, and your ass on my hard dick is making it difficult for me to stick to that schedule.”

She slid her hand up the back of his neck and tingles danced over his scalp. “What’s supposed to come next?”

“Dessert.”

“What do we have?” she asked, her nails lightly grazing his skin, giving him more of those tingles.

“Chocolate mousse.” His eyes were transfixed on her lovely mouth.

“You could feed it to me right here,” she whispered.

“You’re not playing fair, female,” he rasped.

A coy smile curled her full, glossy lips, lips he wanted around his cock right then really, really badly.

“I know you want to,” she whispered.

Yeah, he wanted to. Feeding her was just below fucking her. It satisfied something deep and ingrained in him, something crucial, and she knew it too. He took the lid off the dessert, dragged the glass filled with chilled mousse closer, and picked up the spoon, scooping up a small amount.

He held it to her lips.

They parted, and he slipped it inside, watching mesmerized as the plump flesh pressed on the spoon and he pulled it free.

She made a mmm sound and swallowed. “Wow, that is amazing.”

He wasn’t capable of speech. Watching her eat off his spoon again became his entire focus. He scooped up more and repeated the process, his dick growing so impossibly hard, he was surprised she wasn’t hovering above his fucking lap.

With the next mouthful some was left on the back of the spoon, so he held it out and she licked it off. Rocco growled again, a muscle in his jaw jumping.

“Why don’t you try some?” she said, her voice husky.

“Good idea.”

Kyler frowned when he brought the spoon back to her mouth, but dutifully parted her lips, but he pulled it back, and instead of slipping it between her lips, he dabbed some on her lower lip, smearing it like lipstick.

She blinked up at him, and he leaned in, sliding his tongue over the chocolate, then sucked that sexy lower lip into his mouth gently. “Yeah, shit tastes amazing.”

He held her tighter, his fingers flexing against her rounded thigh, and she let out a shaky little breath. Her scent was stronger, and he was struggling to focus on anything but his driving need to get inside his mate and claim her all over again.

She dropped her hand, covering his as he fisted the soft fabric of her dress, sliding it higher. “Do you remember this dress—”

“I remember the dress, Kyler,” he rasped. “And I’ll say again, you are not playing fair.”

“I wanted to look nice for you,” she said, her cheeks actually turning pink.

His female still blushed for him even after everything they’d done naked, and impossibly that just made him want her more. “That’s not all you wanted, is it, pumpkin?” he asked, slipping to the edge of his control.