Page 72 of Wicked Knight

Running his hands over my body, he teases my nipples, then he kisses his way down to suck on them. They’re already so tight, but his mouth hardens them even more, and reams of pleasure shoot down to my pussy. I’m so stimulated I might combust.

He returns to my lips to give me a quick kiss, then plants one arm above my head and the other to the side.

“Sixteenth birthday?” he whispers over my lips.

We’ve been playing catchup by asking random questions here and there.

“Antigua. I went on a cruise.”

He smiles. “Nice. You always wanted to go on a cruise.”

“I had the best time. I swam with dolphins and saw sea turtles. You would have loved it.”

“Sounds like my kind of thing.”

“What did you do for yours?” I’m smiling, but a stab of envy pulls at my heart when I think back to high school and remember Jessica Hayward, girlfriend number three, talking about how she was going to surprise him with a lap dance in Lapland.

“I went to Greece with Kade and Logan.”

It shouldn’t matter, but my spirits lift on hearing that. “Greece sounds great.”

“And you look relieved. What did you think I was doing?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Tell me. I don’t know what fifteen-year-old Mackenzie was thinking.”

A gentle heat spreads through my chest, warming my heart from deep within. “I thought you were spending the time with Jessica Hayward. She had big plans for you in Lapland.”

He gives me a narrowed gaze. “I don’t remember who that was, but I can assure you I didn’t go to Lapland.”

“It’s fine. It was just a memory.” And I’m not surprised he doesn’t remember Jessica. She didn’t hold the title of girlfriend for very long, and he was practically with a new girl every other month.

“Don’t tell me you were jealous.”

Of course, I was. “Like I said, it’s just a memory.”

“Richard Levitsky.” He drops the name as if we were already talking about Richard.

“What about him?” Unlike Dmitri, I remember boyfriends and non-boyfriends of the past.

“I was jealous of him.”

“No, you weren’t.” I smirk and shake my head at him. It’s hard to imagine him, of all the people, being jealous of anyone.

“I was. You seemed to like him more than the others. You were with him for a long time.”

My God, he noticed.

“You remember that?” I blink at him, startled. Dmitri straightens, with a lazy smirk.

“Hard not to. He was the luckiest of the many guys trailing after you like lost puppies.” His tone is teasing, but there’s an edge underneath, sharp and deliberate.

Heat creeps up my neck. “I didn’t havethatmany boyfriends.”

His brow lifts, a silent challenge. “Eight. I kept count. Eight is a lot.”

My chest tightens, partly from embarrassment and surprise. “Says he who had enough girlfriends to fill a beauty pageant.”