She couldn’t take it.
She broke the kiss and seized his trousers, attacked his fly and won this time, getting the damn thing open. She moaned again as the two sides parted, revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She stared at the long hard shaft that jutted towards her from a nest of dark blond curls, felt in a daze as she reached for it and feathered her fingers over the blunt crown before stroking them downwards.
Knox grunted and gripped the counter beside her hips, his head dropping forwards as she explored him, as she teased him as he had teased her.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from him, seized her before she could protest, hooking his hands under her knees. He tugged her to meet him as he stepped forwards, pressed between her thighs and rubbed through her folds to torment her before he took hold of himself. He claimed her lips as he claimed her body, spearing her in one delicious thrust, seating himself to the hilt.
She moaned into his mouth and lost herself in how right it felt when he moved inside her, long slow strokes that had her soaring quickly towards release. She shuffled forwards, needing him deeper still, clutched his nape in one hand and his backside in the other, loving how it flexed with each pump of his hips. Heat swelled inside her as he kissed her, as he thrust into her, as he dug his fingers into her left buttock. She shivered and couldn’t hold back the moan that burst from her as he pressed the fingers of his other hand into her nape.
A thousand thrills bolted through her, rippling down her spine, lighting her up inside as he held her nape in a hard grip and pumped her faster, harder.
Oh God.
He wasn’t as intense as she remembered. He was far beyond that. Had her mind blanking and primal instincts stealing control. She surrendered to them, to the quest for pleasure, to the need to find release and pull him over the edge with her. She needed to feel him inside her, needed everything from him.
Knox dragged her right to the edge of the counter and curled his hips, taking her harder, his breaths sawing against her lips between each kiss. She reached for release, stretched for it as her body clamped around his and she rolled her hips. It hit her in a blinding wave of heat that seared her, had her crying into his mouth and jacking against him as tingles swept through her, as her body flexed and quivered.
He unleashed another feral sounding growl and gripped her harder, riding her release as he thrust deeper, faster still.
She moaned as he suddenly froze, buried to the hilt inside her, as deep as she could take him. He groaned against her lips as his cock kicked, as heat spilled inside her, and her body greedily clenched and unclenched him, wanting it all. Wanting more.
Knox pressed his forehead to hers, breathing as hard as she was, his grip on her so tight that she was sure he was going to leave bruises but she didn’t care. She floated in his arms, lost in a hazy sea of bliss, unable to move as aftershocks rolled through her with each throb of his length.
A little moan of disapproval fell from her lips as he pulled out of her, but then he swept her into his arms, holding her like a princess, carrying her in the way he had threatened. Where? She tried to focus, but Knox was like a drug in her system, the pleasure he had given her still flowing through her, ebbing back and forth, keeping her hazy and aching all over for more.
He kissed her as he walked with her, a soft one that stirred warmth in her chest, increasing that feeling she had. He felt something for her. Something other than lust.
He settled her on a bed, stripped off and lay beside her, pulled her to him and held her. She sighed as she stroked his damp chest, slowly coming back to the world.
Fatigue rolled over her as Knox pulled the covers over her and held her to his side, as she used his chest as a pillow. She fought the lure of sleep, not wanting this moment to end, but she didn’t have the energy to crack her eyes open, felt too incredibly sated to win against it.
Knox stroked her arm as she placed her leg over his. He gripped her under her knee and tugged her closer, so her front was pressed against his side, and then wrapped both arms around her.
She smiled and murmured, “Never had you pegged as a cuddler.”
His soft chuckle warmed her and the way he kissed her hair stole her heart all over again.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispered, a teasing note in his voice. “My reputation will be ruined.”
Skye snuggled into his side.
“I won’t.” She yawned and the tug of sleep grew too strong to resist. She slowly sank into it, feeling safe in Knox’s arms, but a spark of panic shot through her and she couldn’t stop herself from murmuring, “Don’t go running off this time.”
Knox kissed her hair again and held her closer still.
“I’ll be here when you wake. I swear, I’m never leaving you again… There’s no place else I want to be.”
She smiled at that and let sleep claim her, sure that when she woke Knox would be there this time, and that the future she had always wanted for them was within her reach at last.
Chapter 16
The last two days had been something close to heaven. Passing the hours in the lodge with only Skye for company had him as near to happy as he had ever been. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, worked well together without having to communicate, as if they really had been made for each other. The only negative in a sea of positives was the shadow hanging over them.
He wanted to believe Karl wouldn’t find this place, that the human had given up in the storm and turned back or had frozen to death. Which would be nice. Not so much the turning back part as the freezing to death part. He wasn’t a fool though. He had given Karl a clear direction to head in and if the male had any survival instincts, he would have turned back to the small cabin and used it as a bunker to wait out the storm. As soon as it passed, the male and his lackeys would head out, striking north towards the glacier. It was visible from a ledge in the forest just a few hundred feet from the cabin.
Karl would know exactly where to come to find him and Skye.
Part of Knox was banking on that.
While he liked the idea of Karl giving up and leaving, he liked the idea of the male coming after him even more. He wanted to be sure the humans wouldn’t return and that Cameo and Skye, would be safe from them, and that meant dealing with them.
“Do you think it’s blowing over?” Skye looked back at him from the door of the lodge, where she had been for the last ten minutes, nursing a cup of coffee that had to be cold by now.
He abandoned his work of attempting to make a passable breakfast for the second day running and went to her. He meant to stop at the end of the island to lean against the thick wooden post there, but he couldn’t stop himself from closing the distance between them down to nothing.
She smiled when he stepped up behind her and slid his arms around her, locking them over the front of her dark green woollen sweater, and even leaned back into him. A little sigh escaped her.
A sigh that echoed within him too, wanting out.
This was bliss.
If he could stay here with her and carry on like this, cut off from the world and pretending it didn’t exist, that they didn’t have responsibilities and a life waiting for them out there, he would be happy.
If he could continue burying his head in the snow and pretending that he would never have to come clean about what he was, then he would definitely be happy, but just like how Karl was a shadow hanging over them, that was a shadow hanging over him.