Page 87 of Knight’s Retribution

“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.

Her cheeks got even darker, and he growled.

She licked her lower lip, the one he’d just sucked, that he couldn’t leave alone when he kissed her, and he felt it like her tongue had swiped across the head of his cock.

“Do you have a problem with my dress?” she asked, still going with coy, even though he could smell her pussy, and he’d bet anything right now that it was soaked for him.

He slid his hands up to her round, lush hip and dipped his head. “Do you remember what happened the last time you wore this dress, Ky?”

“We went out for dinner.”

He laughed, and it was husky and dirty and a whole lot wicked. Kyler reacted to that sound, her thighs clenching. “You need reminding?” he asked. “That’s cool, I’m more than happy to jolt your memory, pumpkin. Mine is excellent.”

She licked her lips again, and he damn near snarled, his own tongue darting out and swiping right over the spot on that sexy lower lip again, right where hers had just been. She sucked in a breath, and he laughed again, lower this time.

“Yes, we went out for dinner, baby, and we were supposed to go to a late movie, but I told you it was sold out, remember?”

She nodded.

“It wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t?”

He shook his head. “What you didn’t know then was that I could smell you, just like I can now.” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “I could smell how hot and wet you were. It grew stronger as the night went on, and I knew you had to be aching. Were you aching that night, pumpkin?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I didn’t want my girl aching, and yeah, I wanted a taste of that pussy so badly I thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get my mouth on you right fucking then, so I lied.”

She shivered.

He gave her hip another squeeze. “And you loved it. As soon as we walked into your apartment, you fucking melted for me, didn’t you, Ky?”

“Yes.”

“I pulled this dress over your head and you were shy, tried to hide from me, because again, what you didn’t know then that you do now is that everything you are is everything I want. These curves, this soft little body makes me harder than I thought possible, and every fucking word out of your mouth fascinates the hell out of me. You had no way of knowing that there was nothing, not any part of you that you needed to hide, because you were, you are, so fucking perfect.”

Her head dropped forward against his chest, and she was shaking.

Then she tilted her head back, looking up at him. “I need you inside me, Rocco, now, please.”

Chapter 24

Kyler stared up at her mate, shaking with how much she needed him.

Everything he’d said to her had cracked her wide open—playing coy, playing it cool, none of that worked around this male, he tore it all down with one look.

And that gravelly voice, Christ, it was filled with so much heat.

“You don’t have to beg me to fuck you, Ky. I want you every minute of every day.” His big, calloused hand slid to her butt, and he squeezed as he pressed his mouth to hers. “How do you want it, baby?”

Tingles danced all over her at his words, the gritty desire right there.

She wanted it the way they used to be, before Hell and Diemos, before she’d lost herself and Rocco had helped her find herself again. When she’d been in the dark about this world, when they’d just been two people desperate for each other.