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“I got my shot before I left,” she says, searching my eyes. “I want to feel you, Knox. I want to feel you with nothing between us.” I drop my head to her neck on a deep exhale—that sounds more like a growl—and I breathe her in, as I attempt to cage in the feral animal pulling on the bars inside me right now.

I tip my face, kissing her neck, and her pulse kisses me back. I drag my lips down, kissing every inch of her naked body until I’m settled down between her legs. I hook the backs of her thighs over my shoulders, inhaling her scent before I run a wide, flat tongue up her center and her back arches from the bed.

I tease her entrance with my fingers, but she’s already so wet, they dip right in.

“Yes.” She whimpers as her head drops back with hereyes closed. Her arms reach to the headboard behind her. I scissor my fingers inside her while lapping up her clit and her body bucks roughly beneath me, pulling away and then thrusting back for more. When I close my mouth around her clit and suck, she screams my name as her arousal coats my mouth.

Her breath is heavy and choppy as I come up to my knees and position myself at her entrance, wrapping her legs around my waist. I look into her eyes, silently asking if she’s sure, and with an answering nod, I slide into her.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt. She’s so wet and hotter than I could have ever imagined, and her tight little cunt grips my cock hard enough that my vision blurs. I hang my head, looking between us when I pull out almost fully, keeping only the tip covered, and let a line of spit fall from my lips. Her breath catches when it lands perfectly on my cock and drips down my length before pooling at her swollen clit. I thrust back into her, one hand burrowing a hole in the mattress by her head, the other tangled in her hair as I pull lightly.

“Is this what you wanted, Taylor?” My thrusts turn punishing.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Oh god, Knox.” It’s a cry of pleasure and a warning, and I’m right there with her.

I bring my mouth crashing down to hers in a searing kiss, and she screams from the back of her throat as I finish deep inside her.

We stayin bed as long as possible, holding each other and watching the curtains blow across the room on the morning breeze.

“Hey.” I trail my hand down her hair, and she looks up at me. “Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Sing for me.” Her eyes roll back with a smile on her face, and she leans out of my grip. “Come on, I’m begging.”

I wiggle my eyebrows, and she playfully elbows me before I scoop her up and pull her onto my lap.

Her hand trails down my bare chest and I wonder if she can feel the way it’s knotted up inside. Her mouth pulls into a tight line as she runs her fingers over the thick scar on my shoulder. I drag my thumb between her brows and the crease between them eases away. I would do anything to take away every concern for the girl who not only sees the real me butlikeshim.

I cup the nape of her neck and kiss the side of her face. “Come on, Nova, let’s shower.”

She drops her head back with a groan, which I expected because I’ve come to notice that switching or starting a task seems to take more effort for her. I stand from the bed with her still locked in my arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it for you.” Something like disbelief crosses her face, and I don’t know if anyone has ever looked more beautiful.

After I washedTaylor’s hair and body, I wrapped her in a warm towel and sent her out so I could shower. Apparently, showering together doesn’t involve a lot of actual showering. I towel dry my hair and pause, listening to the clanging of pots and pans that sound from my kitchen. I hang the towel, pull on some athletic shorts, and stop in the doorway when I catch sight of Taylor making breakfast. Music plays through the small speaker on her phone and the morning sun rays hit her just right as she whisks eggs and sways her damp hair to the music. I bite my bottom lip when she reaches up for something on the top shelf, stretching uponto her tiptoes and the hem of my old RFU Championship T-shirts rides up her thighs, and I don’t need it to rise any higher to know she’s not wearing anything under it. She makes quick work of chopping veggies before throwing them in a preheated pan and I feel a physical jolt through my body when I catch a glimpse at the unmistakable gleam in her eyes.Pride.Taylor is, without a doubt, one of the most confident people I’ve ever met, but whenever I’ve found her in a kitchen, it’s more than that. She stands a little taller. This is where she is meant to be.

“Saving material for your spank bank?” she calls over her shoulder, throwing my words from the night in my hot tub back at me. I round the kitchen island and wrap my arms around her from behind. Her soft tendrils of hair tickle my face as I nuzzle my nose to her neck, and breathe her in. Even through a kitchen full of potent foods, I still find her scent.

“What are you making?” I kiss the hollow of her neck.

“Just a simple roasted vegetable tostada with ancho chile and spices that I’ll top with a fried egg, queso fresco, and salsa.”

“Oh yeah, those are always the words I use when I talk about simple cooking, too.”

Her buttery, soft laugh echoes in my chest when she drops her head back on me. I grip her chin and pull her into a kiss, my fingers splay down her fluttering neck and I want more. I grip her hips, lifting her onto the counter where she wraps her arms and legs around me, never breaking where our lips meet and immediately my cock starts to stiffen in my shorts.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I breathe before sucking her bottom lip.

“We can’t.” Her hands press to my chest as she looks over my shoulder. “And the food is about to burn. Do you want to eat or not?”

“I can think of something else I’d rather eat.” Her neck has a gravitational pull the way my mouth can’t stay away.

“Knox!” She pushes me back, with a giggle. “You have physical therapy in less than an hour.”

“Last time she said I was close to graduating. I could probably skip it.” I shrug my shoulder.

“No, you can’t.” She slinks under my arm, hopping down. “And besides, I’m going to help your mom prepare dinner early since I’m going out for Sophie’s party tonight.”

My head falls with a sigh. “I forgot about that.”