Then he settled back on me, both forearms in the bed at my sides with another order, this one, “Wrap me tight again, babe.”
Again, I did at I was told.
His head dropped down and to the side then I felt his nose then lips nuzzling my neck.
That was nice.
He was bossy, freakishly controlling but still, a nuzzling cuddler after sex.
I could work with this. Definitely.
All of it.
I turned my head slightly and in his ear asked quietly, “Can I touch you?”
His head came up and he looked at me, his face mildly perplexed. “Uh, you are, babe.”
“No, I mean…” I whispered, trailing off and also trailing a hand along the smooth skin and hard muscle of his back to demonstrate.
I watched Knight’s face clear, his eyes get soft and his voice was softer when he said, “Yeah, baby, unless I tell you what to do or not to do, do whatever the f**k you wanna do.”
“Okay,” I said on a smile then both my hands went on a voyage a discovery. With what they discovered, I decided instantly to become a dedicated explorer, spending hours, days, weeks, years, if Knight gave that to me, to discover ever centimeter.
“And speakin’ of what not to do,” Knight started and I didn’t stop exploring but I stopped focusing on the sensations his skin under my hands caused in me and focused on his face. “My tees, no. You crawl into my bed, you do it na**d or you bring over some of your cute short-shorts and camis and I’ll get you shit I like that you can wear. You can wear my tees around the house after I take you, my shirts if you want but you do that, you do it without underwear. But you don’t sleep in them. And if you’re not in your short-shorts, you don’t sleep with underwear either. You with me?”
That wouldn’t be hard so I nodded.
Knight kept commanding.
“And that cunt you gave me, I’m gonna want it regularly. Not just Saturday nights and when you can fit me in Sundays. What you’re doin’ means somethin’ to you so we’ll work around it. But you got the remote for the gate, I’ll give you a set of keys. I’ll be at work but you’ll be in my bed. Come prepared and you tell me what’s better for you. The nights after class or the nights after clients?”
“Either,” I answered. “I’m used to my schedule, honey. So whatever you want.”
His eyes changed in a way I liked and more of his weight settled into me as he murmured, “Whatever I want.”
Oh boy.
What did I do?
“Knight –” I started but his eyes locked on mine.
“Whatever I want includes you givin’ me your security code and a set of your keys. I want you in satin, I text you, you get your ass here. I want a switch up, when I’m done, I come to you. Yeah?”
I thought about this and I did it quickly since Knight seemed to like decisiveness.
Then I thought, Yeah.
So I said, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he muttered then asked, “You hungry?”
I grinned. “Yeah.”
“Can you cook?”
Cooking for Knight in his kickass black kitchen.
Okay, I liked that.
My grin became a smile and I repeated, “Yeah.”
Knight grinned back, right there, my body wrapped around his and he ordered, “Then get your ass out of my bed, back in my tee, no panties and make me breakfast.”
Right, call me crazy, you could even call me a freak, I didn’t care.
Evidence was suggesting I liked bossy.
So I whispered, “Okay.”
Knight liked it that I liked bossy. I knew that when, at my word, I saw his grin become a gorgeous smile and he dipped his head and kissed me. It was wet, it was long but it was not demanding.
It was all sweet.
And boy, I liked that too.
Then he lifted his head, slid his nose along mine and whispered, “Right, baby, feed me.”
Then he rolled off me.
I rolled the other way, pulled on his shirt, tossed him and the long length of his hard body a smile over my shoulder and I walked to his kitchen.
I was walking out of my bathroom after putting away the last bits and bobs of my nail stuff when I heard a key in the door.
I had made Knight breakfast and this unfortunately alerted me to the time since it was displayed on his oven and microwave and that alerted me to the fact I didn’t have much of it. When he wandered out in jeans and no tee, I informed him of this even though Knight Sebring in jeans and no tee was worth losing two clients. Definitely.
So I didn’t get to go whole hog with something splendiferous that showed my culinary flair (not to be conceited, but I was a really good cook). It was toast and jelly (for me) and a toasted bagel and cream cheese (for Knight) then he put on a tee and boots, I put on my dress and shoes and he put me in his kickass car and took me home.
He followed me up and as he did a walkthrough, once he walked through the kitchen, I went to it and got him a set of keys. I gave them to him with the code then he kissed me (a sweet one again) and asked me when I was done.
I told him, he kissed me again (this one a short one, unfortunately) and he left.
I jumped in the shower, took a quick one, set up my nail stuff at the same time getting dressed and doing as much hair and makeup as I could in the time I had since Knight was coming back. Then my client came, the next one came close to the end of when the first was done, the first one left, the second one left and now was, well… now.
Knight’s key in the lock.
The door opened and he came through, the handles of a paper Wild Oats bag in one hand.
I liked that, him walking into my space.
I liked it a lot.
“Hey,” I called on a smile.
“Three hours, five hours, five days, babe,” he answered, standing just inside the door he closed.
I blinked at his words then I remembered and walked to him.
Putting a hand to his abs, curling the other around his neck and getting up on my bare toes, I pressed my mouth to his.
This time, he didn’t take over. This time, he made me do the work.
So I did it and it was my tongue sweeping into his mouth, exploring, discovering, plundering.
Oh my.
He tasted good.
Lovely.
I got into it, both my arms sliding around to hold on tight, one at his neck, one at his back, so I could press my body deep into his. Then Knight got into it, the bag fell to the floor and one of his arms locked hard around me, the other hand drove into my hair, fisted and he took over.
Even I knew my kiss was good.
Knight’s was better.
When he let my mouth go, he whispered, “Mark this, that’s how I like it, Anya. Exactly.”