Knight Takes Queen (11 page)

She was damned near ready to explode, super susceptible to the merest touch, so filled with lust she was beginning to twitch. And the moment Dominic’s mouth closed on her nipple and he sucked so hard she felt it in her toes, the exorbitant pleasure detonated full-blown, rushed flame-hot upward through her belly, up her spine in a wild and wilder, fiercely savage orgasm she was helpless to contain. And with a high frantic cry, she trembled and shuddered as the incendiary frenzy swept through her body, rampaged and raged until she abruptly collapsed.

Catching her in his arms, Dominic was filled with alarm, shaken by both the speed and intensity of Katherine’s climax. She was incredibly orgasmic; hair-trigger swift. Was this normal? Innocuous? Not normal? Should he stop? Should he make her stop?

But a moment later, as he was grappling with fear and angst, Kate exhaled a long gloating sigh. ‘Ohmygod, Dominic,’ she whispered, leaning back, running her fingers down his cheeks, his throat, resting her hands on his broad shoulders. ‘I can’t thank you enough. Really, I saw stars.’

He felt an outrageous relief. ‘That’s great, baby. You’re OK, then?’

‘Try OK times infinity,’ she murmured on another languorous sigh. ‘Seriously, don’t ever leave me.’ Her contented smile was sunshine bright.

‘I won’t, baby.’ Lifting her hand from his shoulder, he turned her wrist to his mouth and touched his lips to the faint pulse under her skin. ‘But maybe we should take a break. Your last climax made me nervous. It was too fast, too hysterical.’

She made a little pouty moue. ‘No, it wasn’t. It was fabulous!’

He blew out a breath. ‘I’m just freaking out here a little, baby.’

‘You just haven’t had sex with a pregnant woman before.’

No shit
. ‘That’s why I want to see a doctor. Get my bearings.’

‘I’ll be your North Star until our appointment Monday,’
she said, cheerfully, as if she specialized in celestial navigation.

‘Somehow I’m not reassured,’ Dominic said, drily.

She smiled. ‘Then compromise. Just suck my other nipple lightly.’

He laughed. ‘Heads you win, tails you win.’

‘You haven’t come yet either,’ she said, sweetly. ‘You
said
you’d come inside me. You promised.’

Oh Christ
. Her words,
come inside me
, had a predictable impact on his dick.
Fuck and double fuck
. Reason was taking a fast exit stage left while his erection was taking the vertical route.

‘See!’ She pointed as his erection swelled. ‘You want to.’

‘Of course I want to. I could screw you twenty-four/seven.’ He sighed. ‘I’m just trying to be practical.’

If she hadn’t grabbed his head, and dragged it to her frosted nipple at the same time that she shoved his hand between her legs, his dick wouldn’t have surged a fucking foot higher. Nor would issues of practicality have been swamped in a tidal wave of lust. With the full cooperation of his randy dick, the lewd voice inside his head said,
Look at it this way. You’d be doing her a favour. Consider it an act of charity
. And in Katherine’s current trigger-happy mood, she’d probably come quickly which would shorten this whole unsettling episode. He stood up, her hands fell away and holding her gaze, he said, crisply, ‘Once, that’s it. Then we go upstairs. You have to agree.’

‘Of course,’ she said, smiling. ‘Whatever you want.’

His gaze narrowed. ‘I mean it, Katherine.’

‘Yes, yes … I understand.’ She held up her hand. ‘Scout’s honour.’

‘You better not be fucking with me. I’m this close to saying no.’ He held up his thumb and forefinger, the distance between them minimal.

‘I got it. Once. Don’t worry.’

But he did worry after that last orgasm of hers. He worried enough to say, ‘Can I trust you on this?’

‘Jeez, Dominic, you’d think we were negotiating world peace. You can trust and verify, OK? Once. No more. I’ll be good.’

He was momentarily unnerved that he was talking about
not
fucking a woman. Although it didn’t take him long to recall that indiscriminate fucking hadn’t brought him much happiness – or
any
happiness. ‘OK, then,’ he said, reluctantly, as if he were about to jump off a cliff. Jerking his T-shirt over his head, he untied his pyjama bottoms, and a second later, stood nude, rampant and so out of control, he found that equally unnerving. He never lost control.

‘Oh my God, Dominic,’ Kate said on a small fevered breath. ‘You’re beautiful! Incredible!’ Leaning forward, she reached for his erection.

Quickly stepping back, fevered, his orgasm pounding at the barricades, he swiftly lifted her off the footstool, flipped her over, shoved the footstool out of the way and said, tautly, ‘Hands and knees, baby.’ But he helped pull her up, steadied
her briefly, then said in minimum explanation, ‘I hope you don’t mind but the table’s too low.’

She tossed him a smile over her shoulder, wiggled her bottom like she hadn’t come in a month and asked, cheerfully, ‘Is this a good height?’

‘Jesus, baby, as if I need encouragement,’ he said through his teeth, trying to keep it together, her slick pink pussy gleaming like a vision of paradise, framed by creamy thighs and her perfect ass.

‘Fuck me hard this time,’ she purred, glancing back, her green gaze hot with longing, rotating her hips in a tantalizing little swivel. ‘I’m so horny. Please?’

‘I wish I could, baby.’ He couldn’t remember when
he’d
been this horny. Probably when he was fourteen and jacking off twenty times a day. ‘But after that last high-octane orgasm of yours, let’s take it easy.’

She suddenly shuddered. ‘Dominic please,’ she panted, her hips twitching. ‘I’m fine. I need to really
feel
you,
now
! Don’t torture me. Just do it!’ she wailed.

Dominic dragged in a breath, quickly ran through the mantras he knew for controlling his dick. But little pearly droplets were sliding down her inner thighs, her pussy visibly pulsing. Which meant the goddamn landing strip was fucking open. How could he even think about restraint with her quivering ass and succulent slit his for the taking?

Although still not completely lost to all reason, he entered her cautiously.

To another wail of discontent. ‘What are you
doing
?’ she cried.

‘Trying not to hurt you,’ he muttered, struggling to resist his body’s urgent momentum, thinking maybe you lost control when it mattered who you were fucking. When it mattered
a lot
. But ruthlessly curbing his lust, he gripped her hips tighter, controlling her, himself.

If he hadn’t been completely blindsided when she shoved her hand back, grabbed his leg at the same time she powered her pretty ass into reverse, he might have better withstood her preemptive strike.

Jesus, she was strong when she was horny, Dominic thought, wondering how vigorously he should guard his non-existent virtue, more to the point whether he should save her from herself. But he wasn’t a monk, nor virtuous and when she panted, ‘Harder, harder, harder!’ self-discipline aside, it was just too fucking much for any man with a dick and a heartbeat.

He drove into her like a rampaging animal, violent, hard, his legs spread as if he needed more traction.

She screamed.

But even savagely roused, and rutting like a mad beast, he knew the difference between pleasure and pain in a woman’s scream. So he didn’t stop; she didn’t stop. They both pitched and reeled, hammered and drilled, plunged and thrust, but never for long in Katherine’s current insatiable mood. Even in the dissolving chaos that slight thought remained alive in his brain. So when he felt her go
still, gasp, begin to convulse around him, he held himself deep inside her – infinitely polite even in extremis for the woman he loved. His own orgasm tightly curbed, breathing hard, he waited and waited and waited until, at last, her orgasm burned away completely.

An explosive nanosecond later, he climaxed like a bare-fanged beast, hard and snarling, grunting and pounding, hammering away with such brute aggression he found himself shaking when it was over.

For long hushed, improbably raw moments, neither moved, Dominic holding up Kate who was unsteady under the strain of so many violent orgasms, both still breathless, pleasure still tightly rocking their senses.

But driven by politesse and duty, Dominic finally gave himself a little shake, sucked in some air, then lifted Kate into his arms, sat down, held her on his lap, and gently stroked her back until she slowly opened her eyes. ‘I’m really sorry, baby,’ he whispered. ‘I shouldn’t have done that.’

She smiled. ‘Hey, I asked you.’

He blew out a breath. ‘I still shouldn’t have been such a brute. I feel like shit.’

She reached up and brushed her fingers down his jaw. ‘Stop apologizing. I love you. You didn’t do anything wrong.’

He softly exhaled. ‘We gotta see that doctor. Then I can stop freaking. But OK, OK,’ he added at Kate’s frown. ‘Subject closed. I’ll dress you and we’ll go upstairs.’ Using a dinner napkin to wipe up some of the mess, he put Kate’s pyjamas back on as she rested on his lap, then came to his
feet and set her back in the chair. ‘Are you going to fall if I let go?’

She smiled. ‘I’m stronger than you think.’

He didn’t argue, but he kept one hand on her shoulder while he pulled on his pyjama pants. Ignoring his T-shirt, he picked her up, carried her out of the dining room, past the servants in the front hallway, and upstairs to their bedroom.

She was sleeping before he reached his room.

That’s how strong Katherine is, dude. Keep it in mind
. After tucking her into bed, Dominic took a quick shower to wake up, and made a few calls. Afterwards he answered emails for an hour, then worked on two reports that required immediate answers. That done he climbed into bed, pulled Kate into his arms, finally relaxed and soon fell asleep.

He came awake with a start and glanced at the clock.
Fuck … three a.m
. Lifting Katherine’s hand that was tapping his chest, he brought it to his mouth, kissed her palm, looked down and smiled sleepily. ‘What’s up?’

‘I’m hungry.’

Mentally shaking himself fully awake, he unwrapped his arm from around her shoulder, and slid up into a sitting position. ‘What would you like?’

‘I’ve been lying here thinking about that mac and cheese. Although I can go and get it if you tell me where to go.’

‘No, I’ll go.’ He swung his legs over the side of the bed. ‘You won’t find the kitchen in the dark.’

‘You don’t have to heat it. Cold mac and cheese is fine.’

He turned around as he came to his feet. ‘Cold? You’re kidding.’

‘I like it cold.’

‘If you say so, baby. Anything else?’ He reached for his robe.

‘Maybe one of those leftover sandwiches.’

He shrugged into the terry cloth robe. ‘You’re not going to eat
that
cold.’

‘Didn’t you ever eat leftovers standing in front of the fridge? Everything’s cold. It’s good.’

‘Can’t say that I did.’ He tied the belt. ‘But I believe you.’ Standing at the door a moment later, he said, ‘Last chance. Any more requests?’

‘I don’t suppose there’re any of those chocolate tea cakes left?’

‘Christ, I hope not. That was three days ago.’

‘The truffle filling should still be good. Truffles last.’

He sighed. ‘I don’t want you getting sick.’

‘Just check, OK? Truffle filling would be so delicious right now.’

‘I’ll see. I’m not promising anything. But I’ll bring the rest of the food.’

‘I
really
want some truffles.’

‘If it wasn’t three in the morning I’d have someone go and get you some, but I think it would be breaking and entering this time of night.’

‘I didn’t mean for anyone to go anywhere.’

‘So you’re just breaking my balls for some stale tea cakes.’

She smiled. ‘Even one would be great – unless there’s more.’

‘I’ll see what I can do,’ he grumbled. ‘But like I said, I’m not promising anything.’

‘Even just the mac and cheese would be perfect.’

He laughed. ‘Liar. OK, stay under the covers so you don’t get cold. This’ll take me a while.’

It did take him some time because he’d never been to the kitchen of his London house. He knew it was on the lower level, but after taking two wrong turns and ending up first in the wine cellar and next in what looked to be the furnace room, he backtracked to the base of the stairs and shouted for Quinn.

Eight other members of his staff quickly appeared in various states of undress, some alarmed, others wondering if their employer was roaring drunk because he’d never come downstairs before.

Quinn moved out from the small crowd, buttoning his shirt.

‘I apologize for waking everyone,’ Dominic said. ‘But Miss Hart decided she was hungry and I can’t find the kitchen.’

‘This way, sir.’ Quinn motioned to his right.

‘Please, everyone go back to sleep. I’d like to say this won’t happen again but I’m afraid it may. And I apologize in advance for what could become an erratic schedule if Miss Hart continues to get hungry in the middle of the night. She might not always want leftovers.’

‘Not a problem, sir,’ Quinn said, waving everyone off. ‘Follow me.’

As it turned out, the kitchen was at the front of the house, and when Quinn flipped on the lights, Dominic gazed with amazement at the enormous space.

‘Looks like we’re ready for royal dinners.’

‘As a matter of fact, the kitchen
was
built to accommodate royal dinners. One of Bertie’s favourite new millionaires lived here in the eighteen-nineties. Bertie made him a peer in return for his splendid hospitality.’

‘You don’t say,’ Dominic murmured.

Quinn grinned. ‘I do. If you want a peerage you’re going to have to entertain more.’

‘That’s the last thing I want to do.’ Dominic smiled at his chef who looked like he could lift a house without breaking a sweat. Max had found him like he found all the rest of staff and Dominic suspected Quinn might have fired a weapon or two in his past. ‘I’m not the sociable type.’

‘I noticed,’ Quinn drawled, a remnant of his Irish brogue softening his words. ‘So what do you need at three a.m.?’