Free Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) by Cerise DeLand

want to do.”
    “Yeah?” he asked, his brows high, his tone too innocent for
words. “What do you want to do?”
    Kiss you. Have you. For endless hours in a bed on
cool, soft sheets.
    He thumbed her nipple, inspiring her to rub her groin
against the bulge of his. “I want all your numbers.”
    “Want my numbers?” she asked, stupid and needy, as her body
boiled with creamy need.
    “Forty.” He squeezed her breast and she mewled.
“Twenty-eight.” He cupped her waist and she gasped. “One hundred and sixty
pounds. All over me.” He kissed her forehead and she chuckled. “What? You
thought I was going to be less than a gentleman, right?”
    “I would have bet on it, yes.”
    “And held you here?” he said, his voice dangerously low and
thrilling as he drove his arm beneath her and crushed her lower body and her
pulsing, creamy mound against his nice big package. “Want to kiss me now?”
    “Un-uh.”
    “You lie.”
    “I do.”
    “When then?”
    “When we know each other better.”
    “And when will that be?” he asked, his mouth curling up in a
half-smile.
    She lifted her shoulders. “Tomorrow? We could go to the
movies.”
    “We could see one at my place.”
    “Kind of too convenient, isn’t it?”
    “You have to come sometime to look at all the family
documents. Might as well come tomorrow. Unless…” He grinned. “You’d like to
come sooner?”
    His implication was delicious and irresistible. “I’ll do
that.”
    “Now?” He arched both brows, his face bright with hope.
    The man’s charm was criminal. “No. Tomorrow. One o’clock?”
    He sighed. “One it is and I’ll grill some steaks for
dinner.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to make a fuss.”
    “Will you stop that?”
    “What?”
    “Being so humble.”
    “It’s who I am.”
    “I know, but with me you can be proud.” He nibbled at her
lips. “And wild.”
    Her heart blossomed in her chest. He saw this need in her?
    “You’re sweet too. I like the combination. I want to see all
those qualities all the time. Tomorrow I want to cook you dinner. I want to
watch a movie with you. I want to take you to my king-size bed and show you a
good time. Anything else I can add?”
    You naked. She licked her lips, her gaze eating him
up.
    “Aw, hell. That does it,” he groaned, struggling to stand.
    “What?”
    “The end of my chivalry. Get up.” He pulled her to her feet
then dusted her off, shirt and jeans, even reaching around to brush off her
ass. He faced her and smiled, an evil glint in his eyes declaring they weren’t
done quite yet with his seduction. “All pretty again. And we’re back to
business. Know what this place is?”
    She was assured of him now. Comfortable. Open. “Where you
take all the girls to try to get in their panties?”
    “Har, har.” He brushed off dirt from her shoulders and down
the sleeves of her shirt. “This is Rock of the Bull. The boundary of one of the
lands of the Antelope tribe. In other words—”
    “It’s the place where Bull Elk killed one of his own men to
protect Fancy?” Blade had written about it in his diary. An old Comanche fable
spoke of a rock atop a hill where a True Man had once killed one of his own to
save his new wife from the other man’s rape. Willow’s heart sang. “This really
exists?”
    “It does.” He watched her mouth, his dreamy gaze growing
stormy with desire, her mind telling her she mustn’t notice, mustn’t want to
tear his clothes off here. “And yes, this is where Bull Elk paused on his
journey north with his captive white woman.”
    She clasped her hands together, ecstatic, and so suddenly
overcome with joy that she hugged him.
    He clamped his arms around her as if he had just clapped her
in a vise. Her legs wedged between his, her mound against his bulging thighs,
her cunt pulsing, demanding this marvelous hunk of man come inside her.
    “Oh, Wade. I didn’t think…I wasn’t sure…” Any man like
you existed.
    “What, that this place exists?