I looked away from the most gorgeous dick I'd ever seen and back up to his eyes with irritation. "Be honest. When has anyone ever offended you over that anaconda?"
He gave me a roguish half-grin. "Never."
"Then shut up and fuck me."
Rook made a low, rumbling sound of approval and dipped his head to my breasts, taking one in his mouth and pressing me down hard on his length. I moaned, head tipping back and eyes closing again. He moved to the other breast, igniting my nerve endings with pure, uninhibited passion. "I want to ride you," I whispered, my dirty mouth coming out to play. I'd never been able to shut up. Not even during the best sex of my life. "I want to impale myself on that cock, Rook, and I want you to say my name when I do it."
His breath left him in a whoosh, and he bit my breast before moving his clever mouth to my throat. "Say it again."
"I want you to fuck me," I groaned.
"Again." He sucked on my neck, drawing my pleasure to the surface like a vampire.
"Fuck me," I begged.
He released my neck, leaving behind what I knew would be a killer hickey, and then his hands circled my waist. He made me feel dainty. I wasn't—I was curvy and thick-boned and short. But the size of him in comparison to my stature made me feel delicate. He lifted me away from him, eyes fastened on his arousal and mine, and he fitted the head of his cock against my entrance. Suddenly, logic poked its head out from my cocoon of carnality, and I asked tightly, "You don't have a condom?"
He paused, tensing so much, the veins on his corded arms stood out. "I'm tested. Are you?"
"Yeah, but I think my depo shot is kind of old…" I said, trailing off while my brain skittered away to think about it.
"Gem," he got out, his voice pained and his mouth a tight line. "If I said the idea of impregnating your gorgeous body right here and now didn't turn me on, I'd be lying."
My mouth popped open in a surprised oval. "Holy shit."
He held my gaze, steady and unwavering as he always was. "But this is up to you."
He wanted to impregnate me. The thought turned him on. Hell, the thought turnedmeon. I eased myself down on his dick, and he groaned, head back and eyes closing with a guttural sigh. I smiled like the wanton bitch I was. "I can take it, Fudgecake."
I made good on my promise, taking the hard length of him in slow, teasing dips, until I was fully seated on him and high on desire. He felt so damn good inside of me. He filled me just right, almost too much, and to the point of pain before I rose up and brought myself back down on him. When I found a rhythm, Knox moved with me, pressing so deep inside of me, I wanted to shatter on the spot. He held me steady with one arm, supporting my weight so I didn't fall off the bench, and with the other, he slid his fingers between us to circle the slick bundle of nerves at the peak of my arousal.
The sound of our uninhibited fucking filled the greenhouse along with our labored breathing, and I lost myself in the delirium of how impossibly good it felt. My legs shook again, this time from a combination of riding Rook with wild abandon and the intensity of my approaching orgasm. I clung to his shoulders, and when I couldn't hold off any longer, I cried out again, loud and heedless of who might hear me.
Knox picked up his pace, holding me steady and pushing me over the edge and into another orgasm that swallowed me whole and threatened to eat my sanity. My breath shuddered as I climaxed long and hard, clenching around his cock. He grunted, growling out a relieved, "Gem, fucking hell," and then he cameinside of me, hot and fast and without even a pretense of pulling out.
I collapsed against him, and suddenly the silence of thispublicbuilding seemed terribly loud. The rain pattered in a soothing cadence against the overhead windows, and our labored breathing added to the muggy air, already thick with the scent of flowers and soil. I picked my head up from his shoulder, my hair flying around my face like the wild heathen I had to be if I'd actually had sex in a greenhouse. "Oh my God. What did we just do?"
Knox picked his head up from where he'd let it fall back in exhausted satiation. His half-lidded eyes held mine steadily. "I believe I fucked you in a nursery."
I snorted, smothering a laugh. "Oh, hell."
He sat up, adjusting me so our lips were a millimeter apart. "And I'm going to do it again when we get home."
A smile plucked at the corners of my mouth. "Careful what you promise."
Chapter twenty
Knox
Rule #21: Use sound safety protocols.
Gemma hadn't answered me. I'd asked how long she'd wanted me, and the little minx had skated right over it. I'd been so lost in my desire for her I'd let it go, but I didn't have an eidetic memory for nothing. I wanted to know. I wanted to know the moment she'd wanted me so I could remember it forever. I wanted to know the second she'd realized that my touch was something she'd craved because God knew, it had been weeks for me.
We managed to get our soaking wet clothing back on, and as uncomfortable as it was, I couldn't seem to make myself care. I touched Gemma. I touched the small of her back as we left the greenhouse. I touched the soft skin of her palm as I held her hand while we ran through the rain to my car. I touched her kneeas I drove. My suspicions about my burning desire for her had held true—once I'd started, I wouldn't be able to stop.
By the time we made it to the apartment—toour home—the rain had slowed to a faint drizzle, tapping against the windows and misting the streets with a burnished glow. I held Gemma's hand in the elevator, but as I glanced down at her, she kept her eyes on her boots, her hair dripping steadily, and the tip of her nose reddened from the cold. The elevator doors opened, and I tugged her out, trying to get a look at her face. "Did you freeze? What's wrong?"
She looked up finally, and her lips, tinged blue with cold, spread with a reluctant smile. "I think a lot just happened there."
