Knight and Day (The Knight Erotic Trilogy, book 3 of 3) by Kitty French Page B

certain that no matter what happened in this place after opening night, no one would feel more filled to the brim with boiling, molten lust that she did at that exact moment. She burned with it. Burned for him.
    Walking around the bar to where he stood watching her, she paused close to him and brushed her hand down the centre of his body, lower to give his crotch a light massage, then sashayed past him to run her hand over the elegant supportive column that rose from the bar to the ceiling. Covered in tiny mirrored tiles that reflected the colours and lights around it, it created a sparkling, soaring cascade of light when the club was in full flow. The bar beyond it wasn’t stocked yet, and the surface was clear. Perfect.
    Using a nearby upturned crate as a step, she hopped up onto the bar and leaned her back against the glittering column. Dylan picked up the cocktail he’d made for her and walked slowly towards her as she stepped delicately out of her knickers and slid down to sit on the bar, one leg stretched out in front of her, the other bent to rest her elbow on. She cupped her chin and smiled artfully.
    “Do I get my drink now?”
    Wordlessly he passed her the glass, his eyes moving over her body. He chose the moment she raised the glass to her lips to glide his hand down the outside of her raised thigh, moving beneath to stroke between her legs as the drink filled her mouth.
    “What can you taste, English?”
    “Apricots.” Touch me. “Lemon.” Open me . “Rum.” Fuck me.
    “Very good,” he murmured, kissing her kneecap then lowering it towards him on the bar, opening her legs.
    “Anything else?” he whispered, mouthing her nipple as his fingers moved inside her folds.
    All she could think of was the heat. In her mouth and between her legs.
    “Warm,” she said, taking a little more into her mouth and leaning her head back against the pillar, arching her back with pleasure when Dylan pushed his fingers inside her.
    “So warm,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “So warm, and wet, and open.”
    His low, sexy drawl sent long, delicious shivers through her body.
    “Say something else,” she said. “Keep talking.”
    Kara felt the curve of his smile as his tongue traced her earlobe.
    “You like dirty talk, English?” The involuntary yelp that left her body was confirmation enough for both of them. “You want me to tell you how good it feels to spread your legs wide open and fuck you with my fingers?” He crooked his fingers inside her, finding her g-spot and massaging it. “You want me to tell you how much I love watching your mouth when you’re excited, and feeling your clit swell when I touch it? How much I want to lick it right now?” He used his thumb to demonstrate, the pad of it flat on her clitoris, massaging. “To taste you, to feel you come in my mouth?”
    He had her so high she could almost see stars. “Or maybe you want me to tell you how hard my cock is for you, and how it’s actually fucking hurting me because I want to screw you so badly? Is that it, Kara?”
    He had a way of only using her name at the very best moments, and she instinctively reached down and covered him with her hand, kneading him. The feel of him rigid beneath her fingers excited her almost beyond reason.
    “You see how hard you’ve got me?” he said, sliding her closer and lifting her off the bar with one arm as he unbuttoned his jeans.
    He turned her and bent her over the bar. The tear of foil was music to her ears, and seconds later he was against her, rocking his cock along the length of her sex. The mirrored surface of the bar chilled her nipples, and Dylan was oh so hot between her thighs.
    And then he was inside her, hard and thick, making her gasp his name and look for something to hold onto.
    His hand lay splayed between her shoulder blades, pinning her down as he thrust into her. Hard. She wanted harder still.
    “More,” she gasped. “More.”
    He paused, then moved back a fraction and