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Knox spirits me down a back hallway, avoiding walking past Linc and Ryder. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s shielding me from their inevitable teasing and prying eyes, which is kind and considerate. Or maybe I’m just reading into the situation too much.
The moment we reach his room, he shuts the door and turns to face me. “One night, no strings. That’s what you want?”
I’m not sure it’s exactly what I want, but it’s the only way to safeguard my heart from him. So, I do the only thing I can. “Yes,” I whisper, reaching for the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head. I toss it on a nearby chair and turn to face him in only my bra and panties. I think the red bikini covered less, but the appreciation and flare of heat that passes over his face gives me a boost of confidence.
He removes his shirt, throws it over my dress, and stalks forward. His hands wrap around my waist, tugging me closer,and his mouth descends, covering mine. The kiss is possessive, deep, and I run my fingers through his hair. It’s soft and silky, and I scratch my nails down the back of his neck.
I am lost, completely caught up in the magic that is Knox Beckett. His hand twists in my hair, angling my head to the side, allowing him to deepen the kiss. My knees shake as I hold onto his shoulders, but I kiss him back with everything I’ve got.
When he finally releases my mouth, I’m hanging onto him for dear life, breathing hard. His blazing blue eyes lock onto mine and he pulls me upright, walking me backward to the bed. The backs of my knees bump the mattress and I blink in surprise when my bra straps slide down my arms. I didn’t even realize he’d unsnapped it. It falls to the floor and he takes a step back, soaking up the sight of my bare breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, voice husky. He lifts his hands, palming my breasts, and I drop my head back, offering myself to him.
The moment his mouth closes over a nipple, a moan tears from my throat. It’s too good, too much, and I arch back further as he sucks, swirling his tongue around the tight peak and then moving to my other breast.
I’m not sure how long he worships my breasts, but no one has ever spent so much time kissing and exploring them before. It feels so good, but it’s making me a little crazy, and I squeeze my thighs together. He’s moving at an incredibly languid pace, which is filling me with an intense anticipation. I’m about ready to scream “More!” when his hands slide down my back, dip into my panties and squeeze my ass.
A soft, needy sound escapes me, and I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. Normally, I’m not vocal during sex, but Knox is doing things to my body that make it sing.
“Don’t hold it in. I want to hear every sound you make. Each moan and whimper.” His fingers slide around to my front, dipping downward and caressing my slit. I let out a soft, shuddering sigh. “Just like that.”
I’m so used to a partner who shoves inside me after a couple of kisses, spends five minutes pumping his hips then rolls away and falls asleep, leaving me unsatisfied. I’m completely unaware of how good it could be.
So this is foreplay, I realize as Knox’s agile fingers work me.I really, really like it.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I drop my head against his shoulder as he slides his finger inside me then drags it out, coating and circling my clit with my wetness.Oh, my God.I bite down on his broad shoulder, and he chuckles.
“Yes, this is foreplay,” he says, voice laced with amusement.
“Oh, my God.” How did I say that out loud?
“Makes me wonder what idiots you’ve slept with.” A dark look briefly passes over his face, but then it disappears. Another finger joins the first, and they begin moving in and out of my pussy. So slowly. Teasing. Stretching.
“Just one idiot,” I confirm.
He briefly pauses, then his thumb starts circling over my clit, rubbing harder, making me gasp.
“You like that?” he asks, continuing to play with my clit. He alternates pressure and speed until he finds the right rhythm,and my legs give out. He catches me with one hand—because the fingers of his other hand are still deep inside me—and lowers me onto the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He straightens up, fingers pulling out, and I whimper a soft sound of dismay, instantly missing that intimate feel of him inside me. Heart thundering, I watch as he strips out of his pants and tosses them. My attention skates down his firm chest, over washboard abs, and zeroes in on the huge bulge straining against his boxer briefs.Oh, my.Of course, his cock would be enormous. I’m sure it’s just as perfect as the rest of him.
Laying here, looking up at him, excitement and desire lick through me like a wildfire. My greedy hands reach for him, but he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the mattress.
“Please,” I murmur. I’ve never sounded so needy or desperate, but if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to implode.
“Are you in a hurry?” he asks, voice low and teasing.
Yes!I want to yell. God, I’m about to rip my own underwear off. All this buildup is killing me. Making me so desperate for him.
“I can’t…I need…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. He has me so out of sorts, I don’t even know who I am at this moment.
“I’m pretty sure I know what you need.” He gives me a wicked smile, releasing one of my wrists, his hand gliding down my side and back between my legs. He strokes me through my panties then pulls the material aside, continuing his delicious ministrations.
I’m on the verge of orgasm and I’m still wearing my panties. Knox has more talent in one finger than Shane had in his entire body.
The moment I arch up, Knox swiftly removes the final barrier between us, tossing my panties through the air. He hooks a hand beneath my thigh, but when he lifts my leg up over his shoulder, exposing my most intimate area, I stiffen.
No one has ever gone down on me before. Shane refused and I never pushed him. My fingers dig into the bedspread and I have no idea what to do.