Mr. Knight/A Jordan Knight Fanfic ✔️

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14. conceit

I'll never look at a detachable showerhead the same way again. Or bathroom counters. And I'll never forget the look on Jordan's face as he undressed me before the mirrors, forcing me see myself through his eyes. Every imperfect part of me was made perfect, first by his gaze, then his hands, and finally his mouth. Every slick scar, narrow or thick. Every swirled crease of the burns on my side.

He worshipped them all.

We didn't even make it to the shower, the first time. He took me from behind, my hands gripping the countertop, my body exposed to daylight and mirrors. Each time it became too much and I closed my eyes, he begged me to open them, coaxing with hands and words until finally, that sweet darkness swept away my fear.

I embraced the sight of our bodies together, allowing myself to accept the truth in his eyes. His lack of revulsion or pity. His passion and tenderness, and a need so vast it's both freeing and terrifying.

Over the next hours, he keeps his promise to not speak of the future. Even when we finally make it to the bed, and the sharp edge of passion melts into something infinitely softer and deeper.

Face to face, our breaths mingle as our bodies surge together in perfect concert. My legs around his hips, my fingers on his waist, I watch his beautiful face in wonder as he finds release. And for a moment his eyes reflect the words he wants to say, but I shake my head, pressing my face to his throat until the moment passes.

We sleep for a time, curled tightly together, but eventually Rufus' whining outside the bedroom rouses us.

"He's going to the pound."

I cuddle into his chest, laughing soundlessly. "He's probably hungry." My stomach growls loudly. "Oh wait, that's me."

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Me, too. Lord, what time is it? I feel like we're in a vortex."

Turning in his arms, I look out the window to see a sky dark with clouds. "Sometime between noon and six p.m., I'd say." Stretching languorously, I shimmy back into his heat.

He thrusts against the curve of my ass, stirring slightly. "Poor boy can't keep up with his lady's demand," he whispers into my shoulder.

Rufus' whining intensifies.

"Saved by the dog," I say, turning to smile at him.

He kisses my nose. "I'll take him for a quick walk. But only if you promise you won't do something rash like sneak out when I'm gone."

I yawn. "That sounds exhausting. I'll make us something to eat instead. And by that I mean, where do you keep your delivery menus?"

He chuckles. "Kitchen drawer closest to the living room. I'll leave my cell and card on the counter." With a final kiss, he scoots off the bed and walks naked across the room to his dresser.

Not until he says my name twice do I look up and see his smug grin. I shrug. "You have a spectacular ass."

He shakes his head chidingly, but his eyes sparkle as he tosses clothes in my direction. "I was going to offer you some boxers, but I've changed my mind. No underwear for you."

I comply without resistance, and when man and dog are gone, I dress. Another pair of drawstring pants and a soft, long-sleeved shirt that I know he picked for its thinness. Glancing at myself in the full length mirror, I smirk at the clear outlines of my breasts and nipples.

"Prick," I whisper affectionately, and head downstairs to find the menus.

The afternoon passes like a dream. We feed each other Chinese food and share the gelato I spied in his freezer. As the storm outside progresses, we light candles and a fire and snuggle together on the couch.