Free Knight and Day (The Knight Erotic Trilogy, book 3 of 3) by Kitty French Page A

her arms around him and lifted her hips, dragging him deeper still, making him shudder with release as he came with her hips clamped tight against him. They fitted perfectly. A lock and a key.
     
    They lay for a while afterwards, her fingers lazy over the contours of his back, his lips smooching the curve of her neck.
    When she opened her eyes, the astral ceiling winked down at her. Sex-tired and content, a smile curved her lips as she smoothed a hand down the back of his head.
    “You made me see stars, Sailor.”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    “So how are we gonna play this thing, English?”
    Kara accepted the steaming coffee mug Dylan held out and cradled it between her palms, still naked beneath the sheets of his ridiculously comfortable bed after a scant few hours of sleep. She leaned her head back against the padded headboard.
    “Straight down the line,” she said.
    “I don’t want to put you in a compromising position with Sophie and Lucien.”
    She shook her head. “You won’t. They knew I was coming here last night.”
    “You told them?” He looked up from stepping out of his jeans, surprise in his clear green eyes.
    “Of course.” Kara shrugged. “Why not? I’m a big girl, they trust me to make my own decisions.”
    She didn’t go into the fact that she and Sophie had sat down for a good hour yesterday evening talking it through, debating whether Kara was really ready to let someone close again after Richard’s betrayal. Sophie and Lucien had scraped her up off the floor last summer and pieced her back together, a slightly more complicated puzzle than she’d been beforehand. She frowned a little, not appreciating thoughts of Richard intruding on her first Sunday morning wake-up with another man since their split.
    Placing her coffee down, she let the sheet fall to her waist.
    “Breakfast?” She smiled sweetly and raised her eyebrows.
    Appreciation flared in Dylan's eyes as he sat down on the side of the bed. He tugged the sheet away, revealing her naked body to his greedy gaze.
    “The full English, sir?” she said, letting him look his fill.
    He moved closer to stroke her breasts. “You have a smart mouth.”
    “Do you like it?”
    He snaked his tongue along her bottom lip. “I like it plenty.”  His hands tracked over her rib cage and settled on her hips. “I like all of you plenty.” 
    His easy Californian accent softened his sensual words so that Kara found herself instinctively running her hands over the breadth of his shoulders, enjoying his body. “You’re not so bad yourself, Sailor.”
    “In the interests of honesty, I feel I should tell you that I don’t actually own this boat, and I’ve never sailed in my life.”
    Kara stroked her fingertips over his collarbones, unsure if she was relieved or disappointed that the Love Tug wasn’t a direct reflection of Dylan’s tastes.
    “I’m still going to call you Sailor.”
    “Good. I like the way you say it.”
    “Sailor,” she said, deliberately husky, letting her fingers trail down the definition of his stomach, enjoying the way his cock reacted with interest.
    “Did you offer me breakfast?” he said, sliding his hand between her legs. “Because I’ve decided what I want.”
    “Hmm. What might that be?”
    He opened her with his fingers, dropping his other hand down to explore her exposed sex.
    “You.” He kissed her shoulder. “This.” He concentrated his attention on her clitoris, and she parted her legs wider for him. “Now.”
    Dylan bent over her body and placed butterfly trails of kisses over her inner thighs, then lay down on his side, rolling her onto hers too. He rested his head on her inner thigh when she lifted her knee, and gave a small sigh of appreciation when she mirrored the position, inverted between his thighs. 
    “I’m hungry too,” she murmured, wrapping her arm over his hip, holding him close and loving the sight of his cock so close to her mouth. He was the most tempting breakfast she’d