I put the last plate away and shut the cupboard. When I turn around, he’s leaning against the counter, his hands propped on the edge. His blue eyes search mine. What he’s looking for, I don’t know. I walk over to him and start to lightly run my fingers up his arms.
He flexes beneath my touch. “What are you thinking?” he asks.
I look up and meet his eyes. “That you’re a lot more patient than I am.”
“What do you mean by that?” He takes his hands off the counter, and they find my hips to pull me closer.
“Are you going to see anyone else this summer? Or is it just me?” I watch his face change from shock to curiosity.
“Sweetheart, I think you know the answer to that.”
“Still, I want to hear you say it. You know I’m not seeing anyone else and have no plans to.”
“Alright,” he says as he pulls me even closer. He looks me straight in the eye. “It’s just you.” He dips his head and runs his nose up the side of my neck to my ear. “I don’t want anyone else. I’ve never wanted anyone else as much as I want you.” His huskyvoice skates over my skin, causing goosebumps to run down my arms.
I run one hand up his arm and gently tangle my fingers in his hair. I pull him to me for a kiss, and he meets me halfway. The kiss is long and deep—neither of us can get enough. He nips my lower lip while gripping my hips hard, like he’s trying to hold himself back.
Screw that, I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to lose control.
I rock into him just like he depicted that night on my porch. He hums into my mouth, and I can feel him already getting hard for me. But the next second, I break the kiss and step back, creating some distance between us.
“Would it still feel like a one-night stand?” I meet his eyes and see them flare. Then I finally do what I’ve been dying to do all day. I reach out, grab him by the belt, and yank him to me. “Because it wouldn’t to me.”
“Fuck no,” Knox practically growls, before crashing his mouth to mine. He kisses me, spinning me around, grabbing me by the ass and lifting me onto the counter in one fluid motion. He breaks the kiss and starts trailing kisses down my neck. “You’re so much more. It terrifies me.”
“Me too,” I whisper, “but I’m brave enough to try if you are.”
He presses his brow to mine, swallows hard, and nods once. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Then we’re moving. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head; he does the same to me before kissing me senseless again. He picks me up and starts walking toward my bedroom. “I’ll fuck you on that counter someday, but tonight I plan to take my time, and we need a bed for that.”
I’m planting kisses down his shoulder when we reach the bed.
He gently lays me down and starts kissing his way down my body, removing clothing as he goes. First my bra, then he peelsmy jeans down at a torturously slow pace. My socks are next, and finally my thong finds the floor. He fully stands up and gazes down at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Kace.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs apart. He steps between them so I can undo his belt. His jeans fall to the floor, leaving him only in his black boxers. I grip the waistband, pulling them down. He’s fully erect and precum is gathering at the tip. I lick my lips, wanting him in my mouth, but he runs his fingers into my hair and tilts my head up to look at him.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come before we even get started.”
I laugh, and he picks me up and throws me back onto the pillows.
“Think that’s funny, huh?” he asks as he climbs on the bed and grabs my ankle, pulling until I’m fully laying down and he’s hovering over top of me. Knox walks his fingers up my ribs, tickling me, before he leans down and lightly bites the side of my neck. His hand stops and he whispers in my ear, “How many times should I make you come tonight?”
I suck in a breath. “I— I—” His fingers are tracing the underside of my breast, and I can’t focus. I’ve never been this turned on or been with someone so vocal in the bedroom.
“How about you just keep count, and we’ll tally it up in the morning?”
All I can do is nod my head. My thighs try to pull together but Knox is between them, so I just end up tightening my legs around his hips. I know I’m soaking wet.
He starts at my jaw, trailing kisses down to my taut nipples. “Where should I start? I’m thinking here.” He slowly licks a circle. “I love your tits,” he says before he sucks one into his mouth.
I gasp at the sensation and arch off the bed into him.
He hums, only making the sensation better.
I can feel my pussy pulsing. I need him inside me. Now.
