He groaned and deepened the kiss, one hand falling to her backside to grip it as his other hand spread against her lower back, holding her in place.
As if she was going anywhere.
This was right where she wanted to be.
She had been through one hell of a wild ride over the last couple of days and she wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but she wasn’t going to squander this chance with Knox. She wasn’t going to waste this moment. She had thought of Knox since the night he had left her, had wondered where he had gone and how things might have been between them if he hadn’t walked out on her. She wasn’t sure she would live to see what the future might hold for them, but she could damn well see what the present held for them.
Knox lifted her and turned with her, set her down on the counter and kept kissing her as his hands went to the hem of her jumper. She leaned back, breaking the kiss as the thought of him stripping her had her eager to do the same to him. She wanted to gaze at his body again and drink it all in just as she had earlier.
Skye grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it up, groaned as she revealed a strip of toned stomach and a treasure trail of hair that tracked down from the sensual dip of his navel, trying to distract her. She was determined to feast on the sight of him though, wouldn’t rush this moment or skip ahead. She wanted this to be perfect.
He eased back as she slowly lifted his T-shirt, revealing him inch by delicious inch. Her breaths came faster as arousal soared, had her restless and itching to plant her hands against all that firm flesh and trace his muscles. When she reached halfway up his abs, he flexed, tearing a shocked little moan from her that she couldn’t contain.
She scowled at him when he chuckled. Stilled. Damn, he was gorgeous when he grinned like that. It lit up his whole face, put a sparkle in his blue eyes and hit her hard in her heart. His smile slowly faded as she stared at him, a nervous edge entering his expression as he stared back at her, together with something else.
There was affection in his eyes as he looked at her, warmth that she had wanted to see in them, that made her feel she had been right all along and he did feel something for her.
Their moment in her bar had meant something to him.
His lips parted and he looked as if he wanted to apologise again so she dropped her hands to his hips, hooked her fingers into the waist of his black pants and tugged him to her. His apologetic looked shifted towards hungry as he lowered his gaze to her mouth, as she spread her thighs for him and pulled him between them.
He groaned as he dropped his head and captured her lips again, his hands claiming her hips, and she reached for his T-shirt, determined to strip it off him this time. She pushed the soft material up his body, brushing his muscles with her hands at the same time, eliciting another rumbling moan from him that had her desire spiralling higher, flooding her with heat and a need to kiss every inch of him.
She reached his chest and he shifted back again, raised his arms above his head and helped her remove his T-shirt.
Skye blew out a low whistle as she stared at him, appreciating every sculpted muscle of his torso as he stripped his top off and how his shoulders and arms flexed as he tossed it aside.
“Never met another man with a body like yours.” She wriggled her fingers and went to touch him, but he caught her by her wrists, stopping her. She looked up at him, her gaze clashing with his.
“Another man?” His face darkened, jealousy flaring in his blue eyes and lacing his deep voice. “How many other men have you—forget I asked.”
“None.” She was quick to put it out there, because she wanted no secrets between them, no reason for this to go south and for things between them not to work out. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was with you… You did a real number on my heart, Knox.”
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He raised his hand and palmed her cheek, his gaze earnest as his brow furrowed.
Skye placed her hand over his. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant you… kinda… might’ve… stolen it.”
His expression changed in an instant, going from regret to something akin to pride or possibly relief. It was hard to tell because he slid his hand around her nape and hauled her to him, kissed her hard and pressed against her, bringing them into contact. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer still, so the evidence of his arousal pressed against her.
On a low growling sound, he grabbed her backside and rubbed between her legs, driving her mad with the friction. It wasn’t enough.
She reached for the waist of his trousers, growing increasingly frustrated as she fumbled and tried to figure out how to get into them without breaking their kiss.
Knox pulled back, breathing hard, every muscle of his torso straining and distracting her. She stared at him, reeling a little from the sight of him, only half aware of what he was doing as he stripped her sweater and thermal top off and went to work on her black pants. Her fingers itched to stroke and trace every muscle, something she had wanted to do the last time they were together but things had been too frantic.
She didn’t think she would get the chance this time either as Knox finally managed to get her trousers undone and tugged them down. Her backside hit cold granite, shocking her back to the world, and she looked down at herself. Her gaze caught on his fly and she couldn’t stop herself from lunging for it, the hunger building inside her swift to steal control of her as Knox pulled her pants down to her knees. She wanted to growl when he moved back so he could push them down her shins, placing himself beyond her reach, but then he stole her breath by stripping them off and reaching for her breasts.
Her eyes rolled back as he palmed them, his large hands easily covering them, and her nipples hardened. The brush of his palms over them had shivers racing through her, cascading outwards from the centres of her breasts, and she moaned and tilted her head back, surrendering to him.
Knox dipped his head and kissed her chest, reached around her and unfastened her bra. The straps slipped down her arms and he loosed another growling sound that had a thrill chasing through her as he swooped on her breasts.
“Knox!” Her hands flew to his shoulders and she clutched them hard as he sucked her nipple, as he rolled it between his teeth and teased her to the point of pain.
She lifted her left hand to the back of his head, clutched his hair as he banded his arm around her and pulled her against him, holding her immobile as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. It was too much. Not nearly enough.
The fragile hold she had on her control was ripped from her when he palmed her backside with his other hand, as he eased it down to her hip and then around. She moaned and shuddered as he cupped her mound, as he stroked her through her panties, couldn’t stop herself from working her hips and rubbing against his fingers. She needed more.
Knox yanked her panties down and she gasped. He swallowed it in a kiss as he made fast work of removing her underwear. His hands clamped down on her thighs and he eased them apart again, drove her wild as he slid his hands up the inside of her legs and brushed his thumbs upwards as he met her soft folds. He groaned and kissed her harder, stroked her again, slipping his thumb inside this time to tease her sensitive bead. She shuddered and moaned, her face screwing up as her mind raced forwards, imagining what came next, making her body hungry for it.