“Yeah?” I whispered. “Well, that’s…” I swallowed. “That’s…”
I couldn’t complete the sentence. My brain cells were too busy cataloguing all the places we touched—Knox’s scent in my nose, his arms caging me tight. His chest hair rasping against my back, his thick thigh wedged between mine. His hardening cock dragging over my ass, his fingers driving me crazy.
“And I love how responsive you are.” His mouth found the sensitive spot behind my ear while his fingers pinched my nipple tight.
I let out a shuddering breath. My body was lighting up like a Christmas tree… as though Christmas hadn’t already come twice today.
“I love how open you are with your emotions. How I never have to guess where I stand with you. You gave meyour heart, Gage Goodman, and you’ve never once tried to take it back.”
“Knox.” I arched against him wantonly, blindly, proving the truth of his words, and the leather of the sofa creaked beneath us. I could feel every inch of Knox’s cock as it slid between my cheeks and… fucking damn, it felt good. My own cock was throbbing in Knox’s grip, leaking like a faucet.
“I love how generous you are,” Knox continued relentlessly. “With your time, your friendship, your brilliant mind. You bring joy to every person in this town, and you never run out.”
My throat went tight. I wanted to tell him to stop, but the other part was soaking up every sweet, perfect word.
How could you not be over-the-moon in love with a man who cared enough to know what you needed—even the things you didn’t realize you needed—and make sure you got them?
Knox ground against me, and his cock caught on my rim, which was still loose from earlier. I pushed back, needing more.
His hand disappeared for a second as he levered up, reaching for the end table. Before I could utter a protest, his mouth was back at my ear, calming me.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, stroking lube-coated fingers over my hole, working them inside me. “Yeah. Fuck. Let me take care of you. I love how you trust me to take care of you, baby.”
I inhaled a stinging breath through my nose. “Knox, I need… I need?—”
“I know, baby,” he whispered. Strong hands maneuvered me exactly where he wanted me—legs splayed wide, one knee hooked over his thigh—and then he slid inside me.
I cried out, overwhelmed, and not just by the physical pleasure. Knox spoke to me, held me, like I—snarky, happy-go-lucky, mildly cow-phobic Gage Goodman—was unbearablyprecious. Like I was the most important thing in his universe.
“Yesss,” he groaned, setting a slow, deep rhythm that made kaleidoscope colors appear at the edges of my vision. “So good. How is it so fucking perfect, every fucking time?”
I wanted to say because I love you, because you love me, because somehow, despite all the bullshit vagaries of life, our two slightly dented souls found their way to each other, but unfortunately, all I managed was some high-pitched, inarticulate panting.
Still, I was pretty sure Knox understood.
Knox’s fingers wrapped around my cock again. “I love your laugh,” he said, his words tumbling over themselves in a rush. “Love how you make everything better just by being there. I love—” He broke off in a moan as I clenched around him.
“Please, Knox. Please,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for—more, or less, or both at once.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, fucking me harder, jerking me faster. “Always, Gage. Always.”
My body bowed backAlien-style as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I came with a cry that probably echoed around the Hollow and shot all over my chest… and quite possibly the couch. Knox’s hands clamped around my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he thrust up into me once more and emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed like shipwreck survivors, both of us trembling, chests heaving, and absolutely soaked with sweat.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the sofa gave another plaintive squeal.
I laughed—well, as much as a person can when they still haven’t caught their breath—and beneath me, I felt Knox’s body shaking as well.
“You know,” I said, my voice sounding a little bit drunk. “I think… maybe this sofa’s not so bad.”
“After today,” Knox managed, giving the sofa a fond pat, “I’m having it bronzed.”
I found myself grinning, though I wasn’t sure how I had the strength. “A monument to commemorate my sexual prowess? I approve.”
Knox’s arms tightened around me, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my head. “No, dumbass. A monument to commemorate our love.”
I laughed again, wilder now. Definitely sex-drunk.
