A Dark & Stormy Knight: A McKnight Romance (McKnight Romances) (10 page)

His instantaneous response gave Georgia a primal thrill. His hand slid under her T-shirt to fondle her breast through her
lace bra. She moaned into his mouth as his touch sizzled through her, igniting
fires in her belly, womb, and other southern localities. When he pressed his
hips against her, she felt his hard-on. Her pulse beat violently. Helpless to
stop herself, she ground her groin against his.

He groaned and nuzzled her neck, sending
goose bumps everywhere. “Take me home, Sol,” she whispered.

His lips moved against her skin. “Whose
home, baby? Yours or mine?”

She couldn’t turn him loose to come back
to Lydia and Missy in this condition. “Yours.”

His mouth came back to hers as he lifted
her and set her inside the truck.

He left her breathless and a little
befuddled, and she couldn’t help grinning when he exuberantly slapped the hood
a couple of times as he raced around the front to get to the driver’s seat.

###

Sol tugged her close to him on the bench
seat so her knees straddled the gearshift.

“Shit!” The keys fell to the floor. He
felt like a pimply kid on his first date. With his head nearly in her lap, he
felt around until he found them. Her fingers brushed the hair at the nape of
his neck. Encouraged, he nipped her denim-clad thigh with his teeth. Her
shocked gasp gratified him. He couldn’t help grinning as he straightened up.
The key slid into the ignition smoothly this time.

Between shifting from first to second
gear, he rested his hand on her knee. When she didn’t object, he let it slide
up her thigh between shifting from second to third. He felt like a kid on
Christmas Eve who’d lain in wait, shot the reindeer, and now had a whole sleigh
full of presents begging to be unwrapped.

By the time they were cruising down the
road in fourth, the edge of his hand caressed the crotch of her jeans. A sound
that was a cross between a growl and a purr rose from deep in her throat. He
stepped harder on the gas.

They were a mile from Sol’s trailer when
the red and blue lights flashed in his rearview mirror. “Shit, damn, and
hellfire!” Sol ground out from clenched teeth. “We’re on a back road, for pity’s
sake!” He eased over to the shoulder.

Georgia
slid away as he reached into his hip pocket for his license. “Registration’s in
the glove box. Would’ja get it for me?”

A flashlight shone in through his window.
“In a hurry, Sol?”

“Not anymore,” Sol grumbled as he offered
his license. “How you doing, Tyrone?”

“Better’n you.” Tyrone flashed the light
at Georgia. “Then again, maybe not.”

Georgia
shielded her eyes from the glare, and Tyrone lowered the light so it didn’t
catch her dead-on. Sol stifled a growl as it lit up her chest.

“Hey, Georgia. I heard about your mama.
How’s she doing?”

Georgia
hesitated as though shifting mental gears then said, “She getting better, but
it’s a slow process.” She pressed the registration into Sol’s hand. Sol offered
it up, blocking the light that illuminated her chest.

“Heard you was taking care of her,”
Tyrone said, talking around Sol. “How long you figure to be around?”

“You gonna write me a ticket, Tyrone?”
Sol interrupted. This wasn’t a damned class reunion.

The flashlight shifted to the license. “You
been drinking tonight?” Tyrone’s voice lost its chatty quality.

“Not me,” Sol lied.

Tyrone pursed his lips and waited as
though a little silence could get Sol to confess.

Sol kept his gaze steady and his mouth
shut.

“You gonna keep driving like you got a
bear on your tail?”

Sol sighed heavily. “No.”

“I should write you up anyway.”

Sol ground his teeth. Tyrone was one of
the good ol’ boys, but Jake had gone out with Tyrone’s girlfriend a couple of months
before when he was home on break from Texas A&M, and Tyrone wasn’t above
making Sol pay for his brother’s indiscretion.

“You promise to slow it down, and I’ll
let you go with a warning.”

“You got my word,” Sol said, grateful to
the bone that Tyrone wasn’t pulling him out of the truck and making him do
stupid human tricks to prove his sobriety. “Slow and easy.”

He took his time pocketing his wallet. By
the time the registration was back in the glove box, Tyrone had driven away. Sol
watched the patrol car’s taillights disappear down the road ahead of them then
glanced at Georgia. Looking at her, his chest went all hollow, and he had to
struggle to breathe. He couldn’t believe she was there with him. Then he saw
the look on her face and knew she was about to change directions on him.

He reached over, hooked her neck, dragged
her over to him, and laid a hard, wet kiss on her mouth before she could say
it. He kissed her until he felt the resistance pass out of her, like an evil
spirit being exorcised.

I love you.
If his lips hadn’t been busy, he would
have said it out loud. The close call made him pull back. She didn’t want to
hear that. At least not from him.

She looked at him through glazed eyes.
Her lips were parted and already swollen from his kisses, and her breasts rose
and fell with her accelerated breathing. God, how could he help feeling the way
he did when she looked at him like that?

Without a word, he started the pickup and
pulled back onto the road. Her hand stroked his thigh as he drove.

He swung into the short gravel driveway,
killed the engine and the lights, and let the truck coast to a stop a couple of
feet from the front steps. The moon played peek-a-boo behind a cloud.

He picked up the hand on his thigh and
held it in his. They sat in the dark, not speaking, not moving, listening to
the tick of the cooling engine.

Sol kissed her palm. She jolted and he
knew she remembered that he’d done that often during their short marriage. “Last
chance to change your mind.” It was easy to be magnanimous when he knew there
wasn’t much chance she’d take him up on it.

She leaned into him and nibbled on his
mustache near the corner of his mouth.

If he could only make tonight last
forever.

I shouldn’t be here,
Georgia thought as Sol led her into his
trailer. It was irresponsible. But she was tired of being responsible. Everyone
wanted a piece of her without any consideration of her needs.

Even Sol wanted something from her, but
at least, from him, she’d get something back.

His trailer held the heat of the day, but
that didn’t seem to bother him because he turned just inside the door and
pulled her up against him.
Oh, damn.
What was wrong with her? She loved
him like this, all masculine and in charge. And yet it was part of what had
driven her away.

But at this moment, it was perfect.
Exactly what she needed from him.

He kissed her like he was going to devour
her. The mustache tickled a little but not enough to distract her. His hands
cupped her ass, pulling her tight against him, lifting her onto her toes, where
she could feel his erection. She was reminded in an up-front and personal
manner that the writing on the ladies’ room wall wasn’t an exaggeration. An
anticipatory shiver washed through her.

As much as she like the forceful way he
came on once they were inside, a minute or two later, she decided he wasn’t
moving fast enough to suit her. She laid her hands flat against his chest and
gently pushed, forcing him to step back toward the bedroom. Back, back, back up
against the bed. She pushed, sending him sprawling across the bed. His hat
flipped off and tumbled over the far edge.

The surprise on his face lasted only a
second before it was replaced with a grin. As much as Sol liked control, he’d
always loved it when she got aggressive in the bedroom.

Georgia
planned to show him a very, very good time.

She returned his grin with her own feral
smile and straddled him on her knees.

“Well, hel-lo there,” Sol said.

“Hello yourself.” She leaned over,
bracing her weight on her elbows, and licked the salty sheen of sweat from his
chin before sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

Sol moaned, so she slid her tongue
between his lips.

His hands stroked her hips as their
tongues jousted. She let her knees slide wider, but not enough to bring them
into contact below the waist. Sol thrust his hips toward her, achieving
momentary contact. The brief brush at the apex of her thighs brought a gasp
from Georgia. Oh, yes. That was nice.

Sol’s hands exerted a steady downward
pressure on her hips. Georgia allowed herself to slowly succumb, only lifting
when his hips thrust toward her. This was her moment to be in control, and she
wasn’t ready to cede it to Sol. Not yet. Not until she’d tormented him a bit
more.

He’d always been intuitive about bedroom
games, and Georgia was gratified when he quickly grasped the game she was
playing and, for the most part, controlled his thrusting. Covering his mouth
with hers, she slowly lowered her hips until she was pressed against his groin
and started rocking.

With his hands still on her hips, he
guided her rhythm. His erection grew stiffer as she moved up the length of him
then back down. The friction captured all of Georgia’s attention as her mouth
continued on autopilot, kissing, licking, and even nipping occasionally.

After a minute or so, Sol turned his head
away from her. She didn’t let his movement interrupt her. Nuzzling his ear was
plenty interesting.

Sol panted a few times as though catching
his breath. “Georgia honey, we seem to have skipped a step.”

“Oh?” She traced the outer edge of his
ear with her tongue and was rewarded with his tremor. “What step is that?”

“The one where we get rid of our clothes.”

“You think we should get”—she nipped his
earlobe—”nekkid?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sol said on a drawn-out
groan. “Nekkid. That’s it. That’s what I want.”

Georgia
abandoned his ear to straighten up and grab the hem of her T-shirt. She dragged
it over her head and tossed it beyond the foot of the bed. Before Sol could
reach for her, she twisted her arms behind her back and unsnapped her bra. That
went the same way as her T-shirt.

His hands captured her breasts, gently
kneading them as he thumbed her nipples. He lifted his torso until he could
cover her nipple with his mouth.

A sizzle ran from her breast to the crux
of her thighs. “Mmmm.” She let her head fall back, her weight supported by his
hands at her back. The need between her legs grew until she couldn’t keep
still. When she rocked her hips from side to side, Sol sucked in a breath,
drawing air across her nipple that felt chilled after the heat of his mouth. Georgia shivered.

“That’s it,” Sol muttered. He rolled,
putting Georgia on her back beneath him. He pushed himself off her, stripped
his shirt off over his head, toed his boots off, and shucked his jeans in
record time. Georgia braced herself on her elbows to watch. As soon as his
pants hit the floor, her gaze locked onto his erection. The ebbing sizzle
between her thighs turned to an itch. She tightened her pelvic muscles and
rocked, stimulating herself against the seam in her jeans.

Sol leaned over the bed, popped the
button on her jeans, unzipped them, then grabbed them at the ankles and tugged.
Georgia lifted and wiggled the jeans and her panties down over her hips.

“That’s better,” Sol said.

She barely had time to notice a scar she’d
never seen before on his shoulder before he crawled, naked, onto the bed. He
held himself over her on his hands and knees. The only light spilled through
the door from the living room, but it was enough for everything they needed to
see.

His gray eyes were clear and intense as
he looked into hers. He didn’t seem in any hurry to look away. When he finally
did, his eyes slide slowly down her naked body. His gaze was nearly tactile.
She felt it travel over her as distinctly as she would have felt his touch.
Warm and welcoming and homey, as though this were where she belonged. She
basked in it for a minute before letting her own gaze wander down his lightly
furred chest to his narrow waist and beyond. A rush of warmth and wet flooded
the crevice between her thighs.

A breeze fluttered through the open
window, brushing over her nipples, making them harden until it was nearly
painful. She ached for the feel of him against her, his sweat-slicked skin
sliding over hers, the weight of him pinning her down.

He lowered himself onto her so slowly,
her skin seemed to grow ultrasensitive. His heat seared her, and she seemed to
feel the fine hairs of his body long before they touched. He released a long,
breathy moan as he molded to her body.

She wrapped her legs around his waist,
felt the tip of his hard-on poke against her, felt the head slip in ever so
gently. He paused there as though trying to muster his strength.

She was forgetting something. Was it
important? Oh, yes. “Condom,” she murmured, low and hoarse.

“Georgie—”

“Condom,” she said again. She already
knew his arguments. How he never had sex without one. Not with anyone else
anyway because he’d never wanted kids with anyone but her. Maybe it was even
true. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t completely stupid. At least, not yet. “Or
you take me home.” Fat chance he’d let her go now.

Sol dropped his head until his forehead
rested against hers. A moment later, he released a long sigh and reached across
to the bedside table.

“Hurry,” she whispered. “I need you.
Now.
”

He eased off her just before she heard
the sound of tearing foil. She shifted while he sheathed himself, squaring up,
so they wouldn’t be crosswise on the bed.

From the side of the bed, he leaped
toward her. Georgia shrieked, bracing herself for the impact and the subsequent
crashing of the bed. The bed surprised her by holding up to the assault, though
it creaked loudly. Sol laughed then burrowed into her hair to nuzzle her neck,
but Georgia decided he needed to pay for scaring her.

She rocked sideways once then once more,
hard enough to roll them over and reverse their positions. On top again, she
drew her legs up and straddled him. “Okay, wise guy, that wasn’t funny.”

“I thought it was.” He was grinning
again.

“Well, you would, now wouldn’t you? You,
with your perverse sense of humor.”

“You used to like my sense of humor.”

Georgia
smiled. “Sometimes I still do.” That didn’t mean he shouldn’t be punished.
Except she didn’t want to punish him. At least not at this precise moment. His
erection was trapped between their bodies. Every movement, every physical
adjustment no matter how minor, reminded her there were better places for it to
be.

Without consulting her, her hips rocked
forward. Georgia caught her breath as Sol’s eyes closed on a soft moan.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as though he’d
had to swallow to speak. “Georgia honey, I want to make you feel good, but if
you keep tormentin’ me, you’re gonna end up waiting for me to recharge.”

She leaned down and kissed him then
rocked against him one more time before she lifted enough to reach down and
guide him. They sighed simultaneously as he slid inside her.

Another breeze wafted through the open
window, wicking at the sweat on Georgia’s back. Her breast lifted as she pulled
her hair from the nape of her neck and held it on the top of her head.

“Aw, Georgie,” Sol said in an
appreciative voice, making her feel like a goddess.

She smiled down at him.

“You slay me. You know that, don’t you?”
He lifted his hands to her shoulders. “So soft. So smooth.” His touch skimmed
down her torso, molding to her curves. “So sexy. The way your hips flare when
you straddle me. That takes me through the heart every time.” He laid a hand
flat against her lower abdomen. “I’m right there. Hidden inside you. Right
where I always want to be.”

Georgia
melted and the heat and humidity of the night wasn’t the cause. Sol had always
done this to her, had always found that one thing to say that she couldn’t
shrug off as some canned line. He made it personal every time they came together.
It was about them in a way that was unique. Special.

This. This was the reason she’d never
been able to completely put him behind her.

She started to move. Slowly at first
because she wanted to savor the feel of him and to watch his face, to see his
expressions change. He slid a hand behind her neck, and she allowed him to drag
her down to exchange sweet, wet kisses, but then she rose back up.

Sol’s hands found her breasts. The man
never forgot anything she’d ever told him. He knew she hated the way her
breasts bounced in this position. She’d joked once that she worried about
giving herself a black eye when their activities got too energetic. Another of
the things she loved him for. He’d seen her joke for what it was: embarrassment
about excessive bouncing. Without making a big deal about it, he controlled her
breasts before they made her self-conscious.

She leaned her weight on her arms and
found a rhythm that built the need inside her, rising up then adding a little
grind on the down stroke that teased her already sensitive clit. Sol rose to
meet her. Their breaths rasped and they were both slick with sweat.

Sol made an inarticulate noise, and a
second later, Georgia was on her back. They’d lost contact in the move, but
before she could lament his absence, he was back, kissing her, pushing into
her. Not slow, but a steady thrust that made her push back against him,
straining for all of him.

When he was all the way in, he stopped,
as though absorbing the feel of her. “Are you ready, Georgie? ‘Coz this ride’s
about to get wild.”

She wiggled against him in answer. He
breathed in heavily, drew back, then thrust, hard and forceful. Pumping into
her like a piston, he caught her face between his hands. His mouth came down on
hers, hard enough to bruise. She tasted the tang of blood where her lip cut on
the edge of a tooth. Georgia bucked under him, wordlessly begging him to ravage
her.

His hands left her face, found her hips,
slid underneath to tilt her up. His thrusts became hard and fast, almost
violent, and wrung an inarticulate cry from deep in her throat.

Her climax came without warning. She
throbbed hard, once, at her core then shattered into a hundred, a thousand, a
million little pieces. Vaguely, as though far in the distance, she heard Sol
cry out. Deep inside, she clenched him, released, clenched again.

###

Georgia
woke slowly. Early morning light seeped in through unfamiliar curtains, and in
spite of the heat against her back that could only come from a warm body, it
took a few moments to remember where she was.

Her body felt too languid for the
reproaches she knew she should feel—would feel later—and she was content to let
the self-castigation wait. She turned under the sheet and propped herself up on
one elbow to watch Sol sleep. The peaceful sleep of the deliciously wicked, she
decided with a smile. A thoroughly satisfied smile. A cream-stealing-cat smile.