Our tongues slow dance as I ride him slow, taking him deep. His strong hands grip my hips tight, guiding me into the rhythm we both need.
“I love you so much,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ll never let you go ever again.”
Tears fill my eyes as hot tingles spread through me. “I’ll hold you to that, Alexander Knight.”
We come together, our moans filling my small living room. The tears spill down my face as I give myself over to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and love. There will never be anyone like my Alex. My knight.
After we catch our breath, we take a hot shower together. Alex washes my hair as I lean against his chest. He washes my body. I wash his. We kiss deep and slow under the blast of hot water until it turns cool. Then we towel each other off, and he carries me into my bedroom. There, with the moonlight streaming across the bed, he spreads my thighs and eats his fill of me until I explode. Then he lies down and pulls me over his face.
“Ride my mouth like you used to,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming up at me.
I comply, bracing my hands on my headboard, moving my hips in slow circles that allow me to grind on his tongue until I come again, spilling juice down his cheeks. When I turn, his cock is fully hard, thick, and long, waiting for my mouth, and I swallow him whole. I suck him just the way I remember him loving, and it’s not long before he’s moaning and twisting his hand into my hair, and then reaching his peak and coming down my throat.
All night long, we taste and tease and indulge, exploring each other between exhausted naps as if we’ve never met before. He takes me on my back. I ride him. He has me on the edge of the bed. And as the morning sun breaks over the horizon and spills over the bed we’ve shared all night, Alex fucks me hard and slow from the back, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other reaching around to my front to tease my clit.
“I love you so much,” he grunts, his fingers sliding wetly across my clit and making me shudder. “I want to wake up every morning with you. Just. Like. This.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust until he groans and I cry out, losing myself to yet another delicious climax.
Exhausted, we finally collapse in each other’s arms, even though the day is just beginning.
But I don’t have to spend another day without Alex in my arms.
And for the first time in three years, I fall sound asleep wrapped tight in his.
7
Knight
Dulles International Airport
Very early Saturday morning, before heading toward security, I take a deep breath and turn to face the woman who changed my life.
Devin, her eyes bright and alert despite the fact that it’s four in the morning, takes a deep breath too and slides her arms around my shoulders. “I’m going to miss you.”
I wrap my arms around her. “It’s just three weeks,” I say into her hair, as much to convince myself as her.
“Three weeks is nothing,” she agrees, holding me tighter.
“Blink of an eye.” I don’t want to let her go.
“We’ve done much longer,” she says, pressing herself against me. “And the best part is, this time you won’t be in any danger.” Devin pulls back and narrows her eyes at me. “Right?”
I smile. “Right. The only thing I’ll be in danger of is mistakenly eating blood sausage.”
She laughs. “They say it’s a delicacy.”
“I’ll take their word for it.” I sigh and cup her face. “It’s only three weeks. But I’ll miss you like crazy. I already do.”
She gives me a little smile and leans up on tiptoe to speak directly in my ear. “Good. Give you something to look forward to.” Then she flicks my earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
I suppress a delicious shudder. “That’s not very nice, doing that to me right before I leave. I suppose I’ll have to punish you when I get home.”
“Oh, goodie,” she says breathlessly, and we both laugh.
“I’ll call whenever I can,” I tell her. “Six-hour time difference. But we’ll make it work.”
“Piece of cake,” Devin says, and presses her lips to mine. “Now go before you miss your flight. And, Alex? I love you.”
I pull her close and kiss her like I mean it. “I love you forever, Devin Powell.”
Her eyes glisten as she pushes me away. “Go on, sailor.”
I playfully snap a quick, sharp salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
I turn and head toward security. Once I’m past it, my mission begins. A countless mission in the long line of them in my life.
The only difference is, my heart is light. I have no fear of being mentally, emotionally torn apart.
And best of all, I have something to come home to—the love of my life.
I glance over my shoulder as I near the TSA checkpoints, and a lump forms in my throat. Devin’s still standing at the top of the ramp, watching, seeing me off. She lifts her hand in a wave, then follows it up with a kiss.
I catch it, then send it right back.
She’ll always be there waiting for me.
And I will always come back to her.
Epilogue
Knight
Five years later
“What a day,” Devin groans as we walk into our bedroom. “I’m beat.”
“AJ went down like a light,” I say, yawning and stretching. Our four-year-old son had a huge day at the pumpkin patch to celebrate Casey and Nicholas’s daughter’s third birthday, and he kept pace with Anthony and Lyla Jackson’s four-year-old son. He and Tony Jr.—who is also sometimes AJ—are already best friends.
“I’m shocked he can sleep after eating two whole s’mores,” Devin says, giving me a pointed stare before walking through our master bathroom into the closet we share.
I grin, stripping off my sweatshirt and tossing it into the hamper. It’ll smell like bonfire even after three washes, I’m sure. “Hey, it was a birthday party.”
Devin turns to face me, pulling off her own sweatshirt. “Is that how you’re justifying the five s’mores, Commander Knight?” She pokes my heavily muscled abdomen. “Better watch out. I think your eight-pack just became a regular old six-pack.”
I chuckle. “You know I love chocolate and marshmallow. In fact . . . why don’t I go melt some chocolate and marshmallows now, and you can be the graham cracker?” I help her pull her T-shirt over her head, then lean down to bury my mouth in her cleavage.
“What was in that apple cider?” she says with a breathless giggle.
After five years of marriage and a baby, we’re still no better than a couple of horny teenagers. When I got home from England five years ago and found her waiting for me in the same place as she’d been when I left, I dropped my carryon, fell to one knee, and proposed, right then and there.
She said yes.
Life has been heaven ever since.
“I don’t need anything else to get me excited for you,” I say in the low, gruff voice she loves as I unsnap her bra. I massage her full breasts, leaning down to tease her nipples as she grips me through my jeans.