Page 42 of Knight’s Retribution

“I still want you, Rocco. I…god, I crave you, but then I think about…”

“Ky.” His voice guttural.

Her hand slid over his forearm again. “I keep thinking about us together, how beautiful you look when you…” She swallowed audibly. “While you’re moving inside me. And the way you look at me. You’d get this…this look on your face, while you stared into my eyes…when you came. So beautiful, Roc.”

“Baby,” he rasped, unable to say more. How could he when her words had flayed him wide open?

“Can I…touch you?” she asked softly.

His throat worked, his mouth so impossibly dry. “You can do whatever you want, pumpkin, I’m yours.”

She moved closer still. “I know you’d never do anything I don’t want, I do, but will you…put your hands behind your head, like you did last night?”

Fuck. “Yeah.” He did as she asked and bit back a moan. His cock was rock hard in an instant and strained, hot and heavy against his stomach. The last thing he wanted was Kyler thinking that she was letting him down in some way if she didn’t give him this, but he was so damn desperate for any kind of touch from her, he couldn’t summon the words to tell her.

But when she eased forward, and the sound of her own ragged breaths hit him, he knew she wanted this too, that she wasn’t just forcing herself to touch him because she thought she had to.

“You’re beautiful everywhere,” she said as she pressed her hand to his stomach and rubbed his abs.

He growled. “Baby, you’re beautiful. Christ, when I walked into that bar and saw you, before I even worked out who you were to me, I couldn’t look away from you. My heart fucking raced when you turned and looked right into my eyes.”

“Mine too,” she said, her hand sliding lower. “I’d never seen anyone like you in my life. I couldn’t believe you wanted to be with me.”

He choked out a pained laugh. “Shit, Ky. My fucking head was spinning, and I kept thinking, why would this beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet little female want to give me even a moment of her time? You were my dream come to life. Everything about you. Yeah, your beauty was part of that, but you’ve got an amazing mind, and I love your voice…” He chuckled, rough and low. “No one had ever made me laugh like you did. And the shit that came out of your sarcastic little mouth…fuck, all of you was perfect for me. You drew me, and I was fucking helpless against that pull. But I went with it willingly because nothing, no one had ever made me feel so good, so right…”

She curled her fingers around his cock.

Fuck. He almost jackknifed off the bed.

Rocco gasped, his gaze slicing to his female.

Her eyes glittered in the shadows, and she bit her lip. “Is this okay?” she asked as she stroked him from base to tip.

His nostrils flared, and he had to fight not to thrust into her hold. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

She stroked him again, wringing a groan from him. Roc swallowed convulsively. “Yeah, baby…more than okay.”

Kyler leaned in and paused, looking up at him, a wariness that had never been there before in her blue eyes.

“I’m not moving, Ky. I won’t touch you no matter what you do, not unless you ask me to.” That he had to say that to her, to the female he loved with his entire being, with every part of his heart and soul, fucking sliced him to the core.

“I know,” she whispered and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his ribs. He jolted, a moan slipping from him.

He’d craved her hands on him, her mouth, her skin against his for months, and he was ready to blow after just a few easy strokes and that soft kiss.

She did it again, and his eyes stung. He was close, and he gasped down a desperate breath, choking back a sob. Kyler kissed her way over his chest, her soft, warm hair tickling his skin, and there was no holding back the sound that was torn from him.

He felt her first tear hit his chest, then another, and he fisted his hands behind his head.

“It’s okay,” she whispered against his skin as several more of her tears slid over his skin. “You found me; you came for me.”

It wasn’t okay. The things she’d suffered, the pain and fear she’d endured… Fuck, no, it would never be okay. She stroked him faster, and he felt his own tears slide down his cheeks.

He’d been without her touch, without her voice, without her scent, without her for so damn long. Since they took her from him, he’d not had one moment of joy, of pleasure, of peace—one moment without pain. He felt selfish even thinking it, but the huge fucking feeling in his chest, of god…euphoria, that she was finally with him was more than he could contain.

Another jolt of pleasure shot through him when she kissed his chest again, her tender ministrations killing him slowly in the best possible way. “Kyler,” he gasped out. “Oh fuck—” He growled, fisting his hands tighter behind his head as his body torqued and his spine snapped back, hips twisting as he came for the first time in months.