But what can I say? This was my deal, and for both our sakes, we’re better off if we stick to it.
I ignore the warning bells that ring in the back of my mind.
One hot summer and then I’ll walk away.
Something burns hot in my gut and I know it’s probably going to be easier said than done.
SUNSHINE STREAMS THROUGH THE WINDOW in my bedroom, its heat already making my skin warm. It doesn’t help that I’m pressed up against a naked Knox, whose own skin practically radiates against mine. I can hardly believe he’s finally here. It seems like ages ago when we met that day in the storm, and it boggles my mind how quickly he’s become an essential part of my day.
Waking up to him? That’s just the icing on the cake.
“Morning,” he says, my stomach getting all squishy at his husky tone.
Note to self: sleepy Knox equals sexy Knox.
“Morning,” I mumble against his bare chest.
He brushes the hair out of my eyes, and I peek up at him. Sleepy-eyed Knox may be even sexier than sleepy-voiced Knox.
“What was that?”
My mouth still pressed against his skin, I repeat, “Morning.”
“Babe, not sure if you’re still half asleep, but you’re speakin’ gibberish.”
I lift up, leaning away from him, my hand covering my mouth. “I’m trying not to scare you away with morning breath.”
In a flash, Knox has me flat on my back, with him straddling my waist, hovering so damn close. “Babe.”
Like that one word should make it all okay.
“Don’t babe me,” I say. “I know what my breath smells like in the morning.”
He rolls his hips, his morning wood grazing my clit, which is deliciously sensitive from all the attention it received last night. “Babe,” he repeats, drawing it out all sexy and husky and annoying like. “You sucked my cock last night. Drained me dry if I recall. And, babe, I’ll be recallin’ it for a long damn time. Doesn’t make sense to care what your mouth tastes like after that.”
My belly clenches, my thighs tremble, and hell if I’m not squirming beneath him. I have no idea who this guy is. He’s sweet; he’s brash. He’s attentive; he’s aloof. He’s charming; he’s one hell of a dirty talker.
Who knew all those things could be rolled into one giant bundle of sexy?
“Huh,” he grunts, stealing me from my thoughts.
I glance up to see him grinning down at me. “What?” I ask, practically breathless.
“You. I’m the one who was sucked off last night, yet you’re the one lying there all cute and dreamy-eyed.”
“I’m not dreamy-eyed.”
“Yeah, babe. You are. Though I don’t know why. Guess I better give you a reason to be.” Knox scoots back down, uses his big hands to push my thighs apart, and lowers his head. “Time I taste you.” He gives me a wink. “After that, I want my good morning kiss.”
I’m pretty sure I’ll give him anything he wants after this.
Knox wastes no time diving in—literally. There’s no preamble with fingers or soft, swooping kisses along the curve of my thighs as he toys with me. Not with this man. His mouth descends and captures my clit with a force I’m not expecting, causing me to cry out. Even though I can only see the top of his head, I feel the curve of his grin against me.
And then he bites down, forcing my back to arch and leave the bed. What comes next is a symphony of his tongue, his fingers, and his lips, creating wicked pleasure that has me in a frenzy in a matter of moments.
Knox isn’t making love to me with his mouth; he’s not even fucking me.
He’s taking.
He’s pillaging.
He’s devouring me.
Owning me.
And I love every fucking second of it.
I’m completely gone, and when he adds a third finger to my pussy, the fire between my legs intensifies, heat courses through my blood, and my limbs turn to jelly. I close my eyes, seeing stars in the darkness, and hold on as I await my impending crash of pleasure.
The crest of my orgasm shoots pulsating sensations throughout my body in a toe-curling climax that has every nerve ending tingling with the sweetest satisfaction. As I’m basking in the pleasure, Knox catches me off guard when he lifts from the bed, grabs my ankles, places them on his shoulders, and slams his cock into my already throbbing pussy.
Over and over again, he drives into me like a madman. All I can do is grip his forceful thighs and hold on while he takes what’s his.
I’m his. Or, at least I want to be. For as long as I can be.
“Babe, eyes.”
His growl has my eyes fluttering open. My belly clenches at this, the second time he’s requested we come together while watching. Heated brown eyes, darkened with desire and concentration, bore into my own. I want to witness the power of his hips, the clench of his jaw, the delicious sinew of his arms, but I’m locked in his gaze and can’t look away.
“Fuck, Melia,” he groans, increasing his pace, plunging in and withdrawing with impressive vigor, his intense eyes on me the entire time.
My nails dig into the skin of his thighs, and he throws his head back, grunting at the sensation, driving into me even more wildly and frenzied.
I love him this way. I want him this way. I love that I make him this way.
With my inner walls, I clutch him tight, constricting around him, ready to milk him dry. One more hard thrust is all it takes to send him over the edge. Knox falls down on top of me, his damp skin sliding across mine, his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside me as he shoots thick ropes of come into the condom.
His chest heaves against mine, and it’s my turn to run my fingers along his spine. The thick, corded muscle of his back is an added bonus as I trace each hard line and plane, making a mental note to get a better look at them later on at the lake.
“It’s barely eight in the morning and we’ve already worked up a sweat,” I tell him. “Sunny would be proud.”
Knox lifts up to an elbow and grins down at me. “Something tells me Sunny’s going to be asking you a hundred questions at the lake later today.”
“Sunny probably has a list compiled and is already tanning out there, just waiting to pounce as soon as we show up. Maybe we should just stay in bed all day. You know, avoid the inquisition,” I offer.
“Babe, as nice as that sounds, I’m not keeping you from your friends. And it’s Clay’s last day in town, so I’ve got to do my brotherly duty.”
My face must fall.
Knox frowns. “What?”
I exhale, trying not to pout. And probably failing. “Oh, nothing. Just… Does that mean I’ll be sleeping alone again tonight?”
“Well, I don’t know about how much sleeping will be happenin’, but no, Amelia, you won’t be alone in this bed again. Not for the rest of the summer. Now, give me that kiss you promised.”
I hook an arm around his neck, rising until our lips meet. I’m startled by the contrast of salty and sweet on his lips, but as he deepens the kiss and I get more, I can’t seem to get enough.
When he pulls away, he’s smiling. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I purse my lips, pondering the thought. “I don’t know. It kind of seems like cheating.”