Irresistible Knight (17 page)

Taylor was up in a hurry. When she walked past him, he hit her rump lightly. “Keep moving. I'm hungry.”

Bors placed the jug of milk and carton of eggs on the counter. Taylor stood beside him, watching. “You could get the bowls. In the cupboard on your left.”

“Okie dokie.” Taylor sounded like a child presented with dough to play with. He wouldn't be surprised if she started dancing. “What else?”

Take off your clothes so I can make love to you.
“Beater. Drawer in front of you. How many eggs can you handle?”

“I can eat two.”

Good lord. Focus, Knight. Focus.

Cooking with Taylor reminded him of the time when Kirsten were just five and helping their mother bake cookies. The kitchen was a mess, but no one minded. It was the same with Taylor. He didn't care that she managed to drop two eggs on the floor, break another two into the bowl full of milk, but he had to throw it away because they'd be eating bits of eggshells. His pet peeve. If he were to guess, Taylor had never seen a kitchen or worked in the kitchen in her life.

He wanted his breakfast before lunchtime. Yet, the thing was watching Taylor laugh as the eggs splattered all over the floor was more satisfying than the best food in the world. He enjoyed hearing her laughter and the way she apologized with a smile, but with no sign of contrition at all.

“You never cooked before?”

“No.”

Bors leaned his hip against the counter and watched Taylor beat the eggs as if they had all the time in the world. “They said, don't know exactly who, that the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach. How are you going to catch a man if you don't know how to cook?”

“I bet it was a man who quoted that. I don't think any woman would want a man to love her based on what she cooks. And why should she go through his stomach? If the man can't love me for who I am, accept my shortcomings, then the heck with him.”

“Good point. But what about kids. How are you going to feed your kids someday?”

With a satisfied sigh, Taylor faced him. “Well, I am hoping by the time I am a mother, I would have learned to cook a dish or two.”

“How are you going to learn?”

“Watch the chefs on
You Tube
. Or feed the babies
Sara Lee's
microwavable dishes. You like to cook?”

“Mom told us kids to learn at least the basics because we love to eat. So, yeah. I know a dish or two.”

“What's your favorite dish?”

“Pork Chop delight and white rice.”

“Sounds yummy. Will you show me how to cook it?”

“I don't work for free. You don't have any money. How are you going to pay me?”

“I'll play for you. You should take it. ‘Cause I'm good.”

He knew what she meant. Her violin. But again, her words took on a different meaning when he looked at her. Bors swallowed. The air around them felt charged with an invincible electricity, causing sparks of attraction to build between them. It made him hungrier, but he no longer craved food.

He wanted something more fulfilling, satisfying. A food made in heaven. He wanted another taste of Taylor.

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Chapter Nine

Pushing off the counter, he took a step closer to her. Damn, all he did was look in her eyes and he was hooked, dangling like a hapless fish. But nothing dangled about him right now. Everything was hard, throbbing.

Wrapping his hand on the back of Taylor's neck, he pulled her closer until their mouths were only inches away. He waited for her to say something, to push him away. Instead, Taylor closed her eyes. She wanted this, too.

Angling his head a bit, he kissed her partly opened mouth, his tongue touching her lips. Taylor responded with a kiss of her own that made his heart pound hard, sending blood down to his fully aroused dick. He tried to go easy and not give in to the fire of their kiss, but Taylor made it difficult. Her hands wrapped around his neck, moaning erotically while pressing her lush body against his.

“Taylor, you have to stop because I can't.”

“You do it,” Taylor answered quickly, then continued sucking his lower lip.

Fuck. How could he stop? “Baby?”

Taylor moaned her reply.

Ah, fuck it. There was nothing wrong with a morning make-out. He left her mouth to nibble at her earlobe. God, her skin was so smooth and smelled of a woman—sweet. “Leaving the ball in my court is never a good idea, love.” His lips brushed her ear lobe as he spoke before sucking it gently.

Tucking her curves against his contours, he slid his hand up inside her shirt to fondle one perfect breast. Her nipple pushed against his palm. Bors squeezed gently, then moved his hand around her back to unclasp her bra. Just one lick. All he wanted right now was to feel her hard nipple inside his mouth. The moment the bra loosened, he eased it aside.

“Bors...”

“Hmm?” He traced her neck with his mouth, hoping she didn't change her mind. Before she could, he lifted her top and trapped her nipple between his lips. His cock throbbed at the sweet feeling of suckling her.

“Oh, my God.” Taylor arched her body, thrusting the hard nipple into his mouth.

Bors tongued the swollen flesh before he began torturing the other. Taylor whimpered and gripped his hair hard.
Yes, better than eggs and toast.
But he was still hungry. With his mouth worshipping her breast, his hands busily lowered her thong and pants. Taylor's soft whimpers urged him on. He wondered if she realized she was already naked.

“Taylor, baby, you're beautiful.” With his lips, he traced the path between her breast and down her belly until his mouth was directly above her pubic bone. He looked up to meet Taylor's eyes.

She was breathing hard through her mouth. “Bors...”

“Yeah?”

“You shouldn't do this. It's just, oh God, this is—”

“What?” Without taking his gaze off her, he lifted her leg and anchored it on his shoulder. He rubbed the bare skin of her ass, then slowly moved to her front where his fingers traced her already wet slit.

“This is wicked, and wicked things only happens to—”

He spread her labia, then began licking her.

“Bors!”

Taylor gripped his hair as she screamed his name. He felt a tug and pull, but she didn't shy away, or stop him. Bors squeezed her warm and smooth ass as he concentrated on loving the very center of Taylor's untouched pussy. Her taste, her soft cry of ecstasy, and the grinding of her hips urged him on. With his flattened tongue, he licked her repeatedly until she was slick with her own juice. He dipped his thumb inside her tight passage, then pumped it slow.

“Bors, please. Oh, my God.”

“Come in my mouth, baby.”

“Bors...”

He sucked her engorged, slick clit and didn't stop until Taylor cried out her orgasm and her throbbing passage relaxed around his thumb. Bors was about to explode right there while on his knees. He nuzzled Taylor's sex and licked her clean. Once Taylor's foot touched the floor, he pressed his mouth to her mound before pulling her thong and pajama bottom up.

Kissing and nipping his way back up Taylor's body, Bors tried to control his heartbeat. Taylor's scent clung to his skin, her taste in his mouth driving him crazy.

Barely two days and he was already hot and panting for her. A feeling no other women had evoked from him before. He circled his arm around her and held her snugly against him. “Baby, what did you do to me?”

Taylor rubbed her face on his shirt. “I didn't do anything. You did.”

Bors grinned and kissed the top of her head. “Ah, Taylor. You don't have to do anything to make a man forget the world, except making love with you. You're a goddess that exudes sexiness, eroticism, and naiveté, which by the way, makes you more appealing. You, my love, are one powerful woman.”
You even made me forget that you're Jean's daughter.

“You're just saying that so I won't be embarrassed for what ... what we did.”

“I'm telling the truth.” Bors cupped Taylor's face. “Look at me.”

“Why?”

The way she asked the muffled question made him laugh. She sounded like his sister when in her bratty mood. “Because I want to see your beautiful face.” The moment Taylor lifted her face, he forgot to breathe. It glowed like a rose that had just bloomed and was still wet from the morning dew. Beautiful. So beautiful.

“I'm looking.”

Bors shook his head. “Baby, you're an angel.”

“A goddess before. Now an angel. I'm really going to think you're bullshitting me.”

“No, I'm not. Hey, how you responded to what I did is just the way a passionate woman would have done it.”

“I'm passionate.”

“Uh-huh. Do you regret letting me touch you?”

“No.”

“Why did you let me?”

“Because, for some odd reason, it seems like I've known you forever.”

Bors's heart swelled. The thing was, he felt the same way, too. He angled his head, then kissed Taylor so deep he didn't want it to end. But the sound of the car or cars coming reminded him that his siblings were here.

* * * *

Through her kissing induced state of mind, Taylor heard the car doors closing. At first she thought she just imagined it, but when voices reached her ears, she finally woke up and realized Bors had company. Putting pressure on Bors's shoulders with her hands, she ended the kiss.

“You have company.”

Bors sighed. “My siblings. They're here to talk about our mom's birthday party.”

“Why didn't you tell me? I'm still in my pajamas.”

“They won't care.”

“But I do,” she tried to disentangle herself from Bors, but he tightened his hold on her waist. “Let go.”

“Baby—”

“And stop calling me baby. They might think we are more than, um, new friends.”

“Let them think what they want.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because this is what I am. Nice.” Bors grinned at her.

So he was back to being himself. Arrogant, full of himself, and charming. God almighty, she liked all those things about him. “I have to brush my hair, teeth, and wash my face.”

“You're fine.”

“No, I look like—”

“Told you, boys. We'll find him in the kitchen ... not alone. Hey, brother dear. Did we interrupt something?”

This must be the sister Bors mentioned, Taylor thought. What was her name again? Kirsten or Kristen? Taylor didn't move. With Bors's height and build, she doubted his company could see all of her. But he turned around, exposing her.

“Hey, brat. We're just cooking. Morning, guys.”

“Morning, dick—Teejay? That you?”

Still standing behind Bors, Taylor poked her head out and wriggled her fingers at Gawain when all she wanted to do was run into the bedroom and hide. Or at least comb her hair. “Good to see you again, Gawain.”

Bors stepped aside, showing her to his siblings.

“Last time I saw you, you were behind Bors. Now, you're standing behind him again. Is he trying to hide you? That could only mean two things. First, he didn't want anyone to see you because he is one selfish dick. Second, he's afraid someone would steal you away from him.”

“I doubt you are right on both.”

“So this is Miss Teejay.”

Taylor shifted her gaze to the other brother. Like Bors and Gawain, this one was drop dead gorgeous, with the same blue eyes and dark hair. Lord, she'd never seen so many perfectly sculpted men and woman in one room in all her life. “Hi. I am ... you can call me Taylor, if you like.”

“I missed the opportunity to meet you yesterday, but my wife had the privilege. She said she wanted to meet you again. Hopefully, under totally different circumstances.” Tristan plugged his nose up.

“Your wife is charming.”

Tristan beamed. “She is. Thank you.”

“How is she doing?”

“She's resting.”

“Are you guys making breakfast, or having a food fight?” Gawain winked at Taylor.

“Bors is showing me how to beat his eggs.”

Everyone stopped talking. Then, all of a sudden, they all started laughing. Taylor just realized how her words sounded to them and felt mortally embarrassed. “I don't know how to crack them,” she added, trying to repair her error.

“I'll show you how,” Gawain said. “I can show you how to properly beat—” He nearly fell forward when Tristan smacked his back.

“Bro, I think Bors got that issue covered.”

“Taylor, come tomorrow for our mom's party,” Kirsten nearly shouted the words to be heard.

“Thank you, but—”

“She'll be there.” Bors took her hand. “Taylor, let me introduce you to my sibs. This is Kirsten, Doctor Tristan Knight, you met Gawain yesterday, and that one in the back who can't take his eyes off his IPhone is Percival. Guys, this is Teejay, also known to me as Taylor Jean.”

“Hey,” Percival said. “You have such a powerful last name.” He winked at her, then went back to pushing buttons on his IPhone.

Taylor flinched at the comment, but didn't say anything.

Bors's siblings turned to look at Percival, who totally ignored them. When they looked at her again, suddenly they seemed uncomfortable. They looked like they wanted to ask something, but couldn't. Do they know about her, too?

“Should I call you Taylor or Teejay?” asked Kirsten.

“You can call me Taylor.”

“I love your hair.”

“Really?” Self-consciously, Taylor smoothed her hair with her fingers. How could Kirsten love her uncombed hair?

“God knows how many times I tried to do that messy hair bun thingy, but it's not working for me. You know, I would give away one of my brother's just to have beautiful hair like yours. What's the secret?”

“Don't brush your hair. Just tie it.”

“That's it? Oh, I'll try that.”

“Which one of us are you going to give away, brat?” Gawain tugged a lock of Kirsten's hair.

Kirsten swatted Gawain on the hand, then tucked her loose hair behind her ear. “You, Gawain, if you don't stop leaving chicken bones in the refrigerator.”

“And who's going to fly you back and forth when you're late for your meetings in Seattle or wherever it is you're going?”

“I can hire other pilots, stinkbug.”

Taylor listened and watched in fascination. She'd heard people call others names, but not like the Knights. Somehow, their name-calling didn't sound like insults, but endearments. She was impressed. In such a short time, her uneasiness triggered by Percival's comment about her last name went away.