Oh God. His cock, thick and hard, digs into my lower belly. Knox. Is hard. Forme.
This could very well be an aberration like in the shop. Maybe he hasn’t fucked in a while, and any woman would have him sporting wood. Maybe the adrenaline from his workout is still running through his veins, his blood’s pumping, and his body is reacting.
Could be. Maybe. I don’t give a damn.
None of those reasons matter when an answering arousal is burning so bright and insatiable inside me, I can barely keep still. All I want is to grab his shoulders and hike myself up his body so I can settle his rigid length where I need it most.
It’s wrong. So very wrong. All of the arguments why I should maintain that line in the sand with Knox and never cross it are still as valid as they were when I arrived on his doorstep. I should drop my arms, disentangle myself, and walk away and through that front door. Yeah, that’s exactly what I should do. Right now…
I brush my lips over his chest.
Knox stiffens.
I drag my mouth over his nipple.
A hiss slides through the air above me. His arms constrict around me in a silent but demanding command to cease and desist. He’s so right. I should stop…
I graze the small, flat peak with my teeth, capturing it and tugging, then soothe any sting I might’ve caused with a long, slow lick.
His arms drop from around me so suddenly I stumble backward. But then one hand cups my ass and the other tunnels through my hair, grasping the back of my head and steadying me. Before the frigid shock of his palm molded to my butt can wear off, he grips my hair, jerks my head back so far my neck arches. The tendons send up a grumbling protest at the slightly uncomfortable position, but my brain shoots them a stern order to shut it. Knox is touching me, his bright green gaze scorching my face as he studies me with a narrowed, dark intent. My thighs clench, my sex pinching in avaricious expectation. Hope.
A dull, steady throb sets up camp deep inside me, and I can’t help it. I shift closer to him. Spread my legs just a little so the steel length of his thigh presses against the already wet, aching place I need it most. Just one little rub. That’s all I’ll take.
Rolling my hips, I stroke my jean-covered flesh over him, andwhoa. My eyes damn near roll in the back of my head. The delicious, rough friction of denim and muscle massaging my clit shoves me so close to orgasm, it’s humiliating. But mortification is overrated. Especially when the searing, swollen pleasure building low in my belly heralds release just on the horizon.
I do it again. And again. My lashes lower, concentrating on the swelling need. And so I can shut out the taunting image of me riding his thigh like some desperate, fumbling teen.
“Open your eyes,” Knox growls, and I obey, the primal, carnal part of me kicking in before my head can. I meet his hooded stare, lust gleaming and diamond-bright. So is the anger, though. Whether it’s directed at himself or me, I don’t know. And if it makes me a shitty person right now, with my nipples beaded and tingling, and my panties soaked, I can’t care. “There you go,” he rumbles, shifting slightly against the wall so I lean more heavily into him. “Look at me when you use me to get off.”
Oh fuck. I groan. Iamusing him. And God, that should have guilt chafing my conscience. Instead, a filthy little thrill spirals through me. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I slip my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, clutching the dense muscles and holding on. Widening my legs, I fully straddle his thigh. The heat in that jeweled gaze flares brighter, hotter. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I settle in for an unhurried, savor-every-damn-second-of-this ride.
The first buck of my hips, and my whole sex gets what my clit has enjoyed so far. Another moan escapes me as pleasure, thick and drugging, surges and undulates. I start to close my eyes, but then his command echoes in my head, and I fight to keep them open. Even though peering into his piercing stare is so intense, too…intimate. It dredges a vulnerability out of me that I prefer to leave buried.
He releases my hair and strokes that hand down my back and hip, to join the other one on my ass. Before I can guess his intentions, he whips around lightning fast, and our positions are reversed. My spine aligns with the wall, and his big body covers me. Hiking my leg up, he cradles the back of my knee and lifts it, spreading me open. Never breaking our visual fucking, he bends his knees, notches his hips under mine, and slowly straightens. Dragging his dick up my folds. Grinding against my clit.
The breath in my lungs explodes past my lips. I writhe and twist against him, my fingernails denting his skin as I chase the pleasure that’s part blessing and curse. Jesus, this is what I needed. I shake like an earthquake just rocked the street. I’m so close…
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” he asks, the faintest bite of a snarl hardening his coarse voice. He torments my sex again with a slow, lush circle of his hips.
I don’t answer. The last time I uttered something while he touched me, I ruined whatever lust-tinged craze had fallen over us. Nope. I’m a quick learner. If he stops at this moment before I come, it might crack me right in half. I’m two steps from insane with the need to slide into that sweet oblivion, so no, he won’t get any words from me. But I can’t do a damn thing about the whimper that scratches its way free.
“No.” He shifts away, taking his beautiful, orgasm-blessing dick away, and I choke on a scream of frustration and deprivation. “Thisis what you need.”
In seconds, my jeans are unbuttoned, unzipped, and his hand is inside my embarrassingly soaked panties. Cupping me. I stiffen, going so rigid, my muscles vibrate in complaint. Part of me is too shocked to comprehend, to accept that a man—Knox—is cradling my sex, grinding the heel of his palm over my clit. That same, anguished part of me looses a small, mourning cry. Because the last man to touch me had been…
My mind slams down on that thought, shutting the door so quick, I physically flinch. I close my eyes, disobeying Knox as I struggle to stay firmly entrenched in the here and now.
“Eden.”
I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut.
“Eden.” This time firmer and accompanied by the grasping of my chin. Reluctantly, I give in and meet his gaze. And am struck by the turbulence of emotion swirling there before it becomes inscrutable. But my brain snapped a Polaroid of what it’d seen. Foremost was disgust I have no doubts was self-directed.
And the understanding.
He’s not a fool; he gets what’s churning inside me. That doesn’t stop him from continuing to play my flesh, from teasing the grasping, hungry entrance to my sex with his fingertips. My mind might be waging a war between the past and the present, but my body is all about chasing the ecstasy Knox is stirring within me. And as he slides his fingers up my slit, stroking it, then drawing concise, teeth-clenching circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top, my mind waves the white flag, surrendering to the promise of even more pleasure.
Maybe his all-seeing scrutiny catches the exact second of my mental and emotional capitulation because he rakes one more caress over my clit…and thrusts a big, long finger inside me. The scream I’d been containing rips out of me, and it scrapes my throat. It feels so…so…good.
