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

seemed to pause while she absorbed the sensations; she clenched the muscles in his back, panting, another orgasm just out of reach.
    She shifted slightly and he moved within her, her muscles grabbing and pulling at him, the sweet friction making her eyes roll back. She wiggled her hips again, nudging against him, growing more insistent. Finally, he began to move again, slowly at first then faster as she matched him thrust for thrust. Soon, groans filled the air, along with the rising scent of arousal. The headboard banged against the wall, but she had no time to register or even adjust as she was swept along the tide of their lovemaking. Stacia came with a tight clench of vaginal muscles and a loud cry. Jason followed her over the edge, sagging onto her, breathing heavily.
    After several long moments, he rolled to his side and pulled out gently, preserving the condom. He tossed it in the wastebasket, and fell back onto the bed, his breathing still labored. He put an arm around her and she snuggled close.
    Stacia struggled to catch her breath. “Wow. You’d be worth any bad press.”
    *
    Sunlight streamed through a crack in the curtains, stabbing Stacia in the eye. She groaned and tried to tug the covers over her head, but they were trapped under something heavy. She shifted and realized the weight was also draped across her torso, holding her in place. A deep, very male grumble sounded in her ear and the weight shifted, dragging her closer against a warm male chest. With a smothered gasp, she opened her eyes. A stabbing pain threatened to crack open her skull. Holy shit, what had she done?
    She reviewed the night before in her mind, desire threatening to reignite and overtake good sense. She shifted slightly to get away from the sun and looked over her shoulder. Snoring softly next to her was probably the most handsome man she had ever seen this close, dark hair tousled, muscular body that she knew intimately. Her memory slammed back—getting fired; her conversation with her father; drinks with Sophie and then with this man, Jason; dinner and a totally out of character proposition by Stacia herself to this very same man, leading to probably the most amazing night of her life.
    And her biggest mistake.
    Shit. This wasn’t her. She never did things like this, always maintaining control. She had to get out of here, preferably quietly and without witnesses. If her father ever found out, he’d kill her.
    She scanned the room, looking for her clothes. She had to get out of here before anyone saw her, further shredding her reputation. As if being fired and humiliated wasn’t enough. She hoped no one had heard her last night.
    She grabbed a pillow and wedged it between her and Jason, then slid toward the edge of the bed, slipping out from under the warm arm. He mumbled in his sleep and repositioned himself, pulling the pillow closer and letting her escape.
    She exhaled for maybe the first time that morning. Easing up from the bed, she located her clothes, jeans kicked over the easy chair in the corner, blouse hanging from the light by the closet, bra and underwear tossed on the floor. She gathered her things and slipped into the bathroom, groaning from the soreness in her thighs.
    After splashing some water on her face, and slipping into her clothes from last night, she left the bathroom. Jason still slept, snoring softly. She stepped closer to the bed, temptation pulling her like a siren. Just one last touch, one last taste. Then she’d leave forever. She ran her fingers lightly over his back and shoulder, the warmth almost making her forget her decision to leave.
    How had she gotten so lucky finding a man like Jason when she needed a boost? She had never believed in luck. Her father preached daily about the fairy tale that was luck. But something had brought this man into her life at the right time. Luck was as good a guess as anything.
    She grinned, thinking of how she had worn him out. Maybe she was desirable. Clearly,