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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.

“So pretty and wet,” he murmurs, completely focused on my aching pussy.

Oh, my God. I’m throbbing, dying to feel his mouth on me.

He locks gazes with me as he slowly licks up my seam.

Jesus . My body jerks at the intimate touch and I gasp.

Pressing my lips together, telling myself to be quiet, I wait for his next move.

He’s watching me closely, an unreadable expression on his face.

Just when I think he isn’t going to continue, he flicks his tongue against my clit.

My lower body instantly reacts, my legs squeezing around his head.

“Sorry,” I murmur, trying to relax, but it’s impossible with what he’s doing to me.

“Sorry? For what? Being the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen? For tasting so good, I could feast on you all day?” Those blue eyes of his refuse to let go, holding me hostage, and I squirm, feeling his warm breath against my center.

“I just…” I swallow hard, not used to being in such a vulnerable position. “No one’s ever…”

I cringe. Why can’t this be easy? Why couldn’t he have just fucked me hard and fast? We’d be done and I could’ve avoided all this getting too personal stuff.

He lowers my leg, laying his hands on my thighs, his face so serious.

“Are you saying no one’s ever gone down on you before?” Before I can respond, he continues, “Because that is so fucking hot. I’d be honored to be your first, Hunter. To give you so much pleasure your fucking world spins off its axis. But you need to trust me.”

He drags his cheek along my inner thigh, his sexy stubble leaving its mark, never breaking eye contact.

“Just say yes and I will lick you into a frenzy,” he promises huskily.

When he runs his tongue over his lips like he’s hungry, I do the only thing I can.

“Yes,” I whisper. For better or worse, I’m going to relinquish my control and hand over my trust. Well, some of my trust.

A second later, his lips wrap around my clit and begin sucking, and I am an absolute goner.