Going All the Way (Knights of Passion Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

“Have at it, darling.”
    Stacia propped herself up on one arm and feasted on his flesh laid out for her. She ran her finger down the chest she had explored so thoroughly but had not seen. He lay still, muscles quivering under her light then deeper touch as she learned him, how and where he liked to be handled. A sense of power filled her, heightening her desire. She slid her hand lower, to the jeans sporting an impressive bulge. “That has to be uncomfortable.”
    His face contorted, muscles clenched. “Baby, you have no idea. Care to help me out of them?”
    She hesitated. This was her last chance to turn back, to stop this madness. But he was a drug in her blood, singing and pulling her along to the dark side. And God help her, she wanted him. For once, she wanted to do what she wanted and be damned the consequences. She tugged at the button and opened it, releasing his erection. It sprang free, above the undone clasp.
    She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Commando? Doesn’t that hurt?”
    He grinned and shrugged. “Underwear is too constricting.”
    “Thank God for that.” She returned her attention to his cock, tentatively stroking him lightly. He groaned in response as it jerked. She laughed and renewed her attentions, running her fingers lightly up and down, then harder, rubbing the drop of pre-come at the tip over the wide, dark head.
    After a few seconds, Jason grabbed her hand and slid out from under her, shucking his jeans in a smooth, practiced motion. He returned to the bed, pinning her, kissing her with a stronger urgency, more insistent. Her passion rose to a fever pitch.
    He slipped his fingers between her legs, stroking her wetness. He pressed his fingers into her core, sinking one finger into her channel. She gasped, her muscles going boneless and weak. Her head fell back against the pillow and her legs fell open, giving him better access. He explored her gently, flicking one finger against the small bundle of nerves at the apex while swirling his fingers up and down her slit to tease her opening, then darted them away. He plunged one then two fingers deep and took her mouth with his, his tongue mimicking his fingers’ action below, with an occasional flick of his thumb.
    Passion thundered in her blood, swamping her in emotions. Her breath came in shallow pants as she struggled to pull in oxygen. Her muscles tightened, heels digging in the mattress. She clenched the sheets, twisting and pleading for something that danced just out of reach. Suddenly, she exploded, her back bowing on the bed. She cried out and sagged into the bed, relaxed, but not fully satisfied. He leaned over to the bed stand and pulled a condom out of the drawer.
    Doubt reared its ugly head again, the condom a reminder that she was one of possibly many women in his life. But he did choose her over all of the other women in the bar, including Sophie, who always got the guy. “I wasn’t the only one planning for this.”
    “Always prepared.” He slipped on the condom then turned back to her, his impressive erection pointing toward the ceiling.
    “Never figured you for a Boy Scout.”
    “Right again. Just hopeful.”
    She raised her arms. “I’m so glad. Now get over here and finish the job.”
    He gently lowered himself over her, his skin slowly gliding over hers, creating a friction that made her shiver. He guided himself into her slick channel, inching slowly forward, then back out again. Every time he slipped in, he went a little further, teasing her, readying her.
    Sensations built much quicker, her nerve endings heightened and primed for the next step. The slow pace was killing her. She wrapped a leg around his torso and pulled, arching her back to meet his thrust.
    He grunted but moved slowly until he was buried deep inside. He paused for a moment, his forehead against hers, while she adjusted to the fullness. Her breath caught and she moaned, low and long, the feeling of completeness unexpected and unfamiliar. The world