Free Knight's Game by Cc Gibbs Page A

resentment at all that swift efficiency honed in countless situations just like this momentarily distracting her from her impatient desire. Then he took the condom he’d pulled from his pants pocket and put between his teeth, ripped the foil open and rolled it down his erection like a fucking professional, she thought petulantly, further irritated enough to snipe, ‘You’re good at that.’
    He looked up at the umbrage in her tone. ‘At what?’
    ‘Putting on that condom.’
    ‘Is there some reason I shouldn’t be? Don’t answer that. I don’t have time to argue.’ Suddenly he was towering over her. ‘Would you like to spread your legs or should I do it? You’re not the only one in a hurry.’
    ‘Do I have a choice?’
    He suddenly laughed. ‘You don’t really want a choice do you?’
    ‘I suppose not with that really fabulous dick about to make me happy.’
    ‘Smart girl.’ He put one knee on the chaise, she opened her thighs and a moment later, he was positioning himself between her legs. ‘A word of warning. This first time isn’t going to break any records for endurance. As soon as you start coming, I’m right behind you.’ He didn’t wait for an answer; she was panting and so slick with longing, condom or not, he glided in with only the slightest resistance.
    She climaxed almost instantly, he caught the wave like the surfer he was and after an oppressive thirty-six days, the brute force of their tempestuous orgasms, the heavy-duty, explosive jolts to their nervous systems, the sheer, blinding pleasure left them momentarily stunned.
    Was it possible to actually feel an out-of-body experience? Empirical evidence was making Dominic a believer.
    Was it possible to fall hopelessly, head-over-heels in love again, with a man who didn’t want to be loved, because of an outrageously grandiose orgasm, Kate wondered?
    The mind-boggling affirmation was direct, razor-sharp and terrifying to them both.
    He should withdraw, he thought with alarm – to Paris or beyond.
    She should politely say thank you, as if none of this wasout of the ordinary, she nervously reflected, and take the first plane home.
    But neither moved because the sensational pleasure was still of cosmic proportions.
    ‘I’m losing it,’ he said half under his breath, his eyes slits as though to contain the raging turbulence within.
    ‘We should … stop,’ she said, gasping.
    ‘Later.’
    ‘When?’ Someone had to be rational.
    ‘Talk to me in a year.’
    She went rigid in his arms despite the heady mix of devout and zealous ardour warming her senses. ‘No!’
    ‘Yes,’ he growled.
    ‘No, no, no—’
    He covered her mouth with his, defiant of reason, heedless to all but hotspur desire, his ravaging kiss ignoring her resistance, the brute force marking her with an inexplicable stamp of ownership – like Attila the Hun with a new concubine.
    As rash as he, she capitulated with indecent speed, gave herself up to his plundering mouth and tongue, wanting what he wanted, wanting more. Wanting his love; wanting what she could never have.
    As her resistance melted away and she responded with her familiar tempestuous passion, met his fevered kisses, impulsively bit his lip in her frenzy, he bit her back with the same reckless fervour. They were both out of control, their nerve endings on fire, their cravings so intense they could taste them, their need for each other irrepressible.
    And where Dominic had been uncertain about his plans – actually, he’d had no plans – suddenly his roadmap to the future was clear. He lifted his head marginally, smiled at her, feeling as though truth and goodness and all the virtues of the world were within his grasp. ‘You make me insanely happy, baby, but bite me that hard again,’ he said with a grin, licking the blood off his bottom lip, ‘and you’ll get the spanking of your life.’
    ‘Then it might be worth it,’ she whispered, stretching upwards; his bite having been more restrained,