Page 18 of Chivalry is Not Dead

His dreamy eyes meet mine. “If we kiss?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Penelope,” his deep voice rumbles and it shakes me to my very core. He doesn’t say another word before his lips meet mine.

Bliss.

Golden, unfiltered bliss.

I can’t tell if it’s his or mine—I think it’s both, that thread pulling almost completely taut.

Sanders’ lips are soft, yet commanding. He gives just as much as he takes, hands roaming to pull my thigh over his hip. I grind down on him and let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

One that, thankfully, he matches.

His tongue parts my lips, deepening our kiss, and it’s like a lust demon takes over my body. I push him to his back, straddling his hips and using his erection to take my own pleasure. Sanders lasts mere moments like that before easily reversing the position so I’m on my back and he’s—across the room.

“Gods, Penelope,” he breathes, running both hands down his face. His impressive dick is still at attention under those gray sweatpants. “We need to slow down.”

“Do we?” I ask and, damn, where did this sex goddess alter ego come from? He’s a bit blurry so I reach over and grab my glasses off the nightstand. Much better.

He looks pained when he answers. “Yes. For today.”

Okay, that’s not a hard no. I can work with that.

“I need a cold shower.” He laughs.

I allow my tank top to slip off my shoulder, revealing some lovely cleavage if I do say so myself. “I could join you?”

He shoots me a look. “Be a good girl and stay put.”

Fuck, that’s hot. “Fine.” I pout.

With one last glance over his shoulder, he shuts the bathroom door. Seconds later I hear the shower turn on.

I flop back on the bed, a level of sexually frustrated I haven’t achieved in a while. I glance toward the bathroom door and then decide to do something about it myself. Slipping my hand into my pajama pants, I find my clit and start working lazy circles.

At the very first touch, I can tell this won’t take long. I bite my lip and use my free hand to pinch my nipples lightly.

A groan comes from the direction of the bathroom, and I freeze. When I open my eyes and see the bathroom door still firmly shut I realize he’s doing the same damn thing on the other side of the door. Fucker.

That’s all the permission I need to get loud.

I moan, moving my finger faster, faster, faster until I’m right at the edge.

Right. There.

I come with a scream, my head thrown back. I let myself enjoy wave after wave before finally coming back down to earth.

“Naughty, naughty,” Sanders rumbles.

My head snaps up to see him propped against the bathroom doorframe. A towel is slung low across his hips, hair dripping onto his shoulders. I follow the water droplets as they roll down his chest and over his abs.

“If you won’t take care of me, I have to take care of myself.” I shrug.

“You know I could take care of you, Penelope,” he replies, and I don’t think he just means sexually.

“Prove it,” I tease.