“What?” I asked.
“Nothing, I was just surprised when you wrapped your legs around me.”
Embarrassed, I started to remove them, but he stopped me. “No way,” he told me as he dipped to kiss me again. “I wasn’t complaining, quite the opposite actually. They need to stay right where they are.”
He started to kiss me again, and I felt my embarrassment wash away, replaced by excitement at his words, and his mouth.
His hand released my hair and started to move down my back. When he reached my ass, I shifted a little so he could have better access. I felt him smile against my lips as he cupped it, pulling me closer to him. I gasped a little when I felt his erection against my stomach.
He started trailing kisses down my neck, biting me lightly here and there. I was so turned on by what he was doing that I couldn’t think of anything else. When he reached the top of my shirt, he moved it down with his hand, continuing to kiss me.
He raised his head a few minutes later, breathing heavily. “Angel, tell me to stop now if you don’t want this to go any further, please.”
I stared into his eyes, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wanted this, more than anything. Knox had crept into my heart, and I was in love with him. That realization rocked me to my core, and I felt tears spring into my eyes. I raised my hand to touch his face. “I want this.”
Shock and concern flashed in his eyes. “Why are you crying then? Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, trying to move off of me.
“No!” I shouted, holding him still. “Don’t move away, please. These are tears of happiness. You didn’t hurt me. I want this, Knox, don’t stop.”
He stood, swept me into his arms, and carried me down the hallway. I clung to his neck so I wouldn’t fall.
“Our first time will not be on a couch.” His whisper bathed my ear. I nuzzled into his neck, finally knowing true happiness.
He kicked open his bedroom door and gently set me on his bed. I scooted back and watched him unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. He slipped his shirt off his broad shoulders and tossed it on the chair.
My heart thumped wildly.
Knox’s bare chest had nothing on my imagination.
Every romance novel I had ever read described the guy with rock hard abs and an amazing happy trail. Well, this wasn’t a novel—this was real. My hands itched to reach out and touch his toned chest and explore his delicious v-cuts, but I was afraid. Drake never liked it when I took the lead, so I wasn’t sure how to act with Knox.
He joined me on his king-sized bed and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. “Come here,” he demanded, yet his pull was gentle. And when his lips touched mine, all my worry melted away.
His hands rubbed my sides, and I knew he was trying to help me relax, but he was mistaken, I wasn’t nervous—I was excited and turned on. When his fingers skimmed along the bottom of my shirt, I raised my hands, willing him on.
With my shirt and silk camisole on the floor, he broke our kiss, and his eyes smoldered as he took in my purple lace bra. With Drake, I'd been a dirty prize he'd admired, but Knox was the complete opposite. His intoxicating stare made me feel worshipped.
“Hell, I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the real thing. Nothing.” His lips grazed my neck as his palm covered one of my breasts. His kisses were relentless as he eased me onto my back. I had no control over the moan that escaped me, fueling him even more. He rolled my sensitive nipple between his fingers, and I cried out in ecstasy. When his hot mouth covered and sucked my other nipple, I saw stars.
His hands reached behind my back, and I lifted to give him easier access as he unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. Left only in my purple lace panties, I found the courage to run my hands through the dusting of hair on his taut chest. He moaned and closed his eyes, flinching at my touch. I continued my downward track, relishing in every ripple of his abs—perfect. His hands continued to caress my breasts, creating tingles throughout my body. His mouth crashed down on mine. His tongue plunged inside, taking possession. As the tingles strengthened, his hands abandoned my breasts and traveled down my body. I knew where he was going, and for the first time I felt a little nervous.
His finger slipped beneath the edge of my panties, and my legs involuntarily gave way, granting him easier access. He smiled against my neck and groaned. “Ah shit, you’re so wet.”
I fisted his dark hair, pulling him back to my mouth to kiss him hard. His finger easily slipped into my warmth, and my head fell back, welcoming his intrusion. Gliding in and out, my hips followed his rhythm. It was intense, and better than anything I had experienced with Drake. Knox added a second finger and I gasped, curling my toes. The build up in my core was heightening, and within seconds I exploded around him, screaming his name and riding the waves. He slammed his mouth back onto mine, swallowing my screams.
Coming down, our eyes collided. His emotional gaze spoke volumes. I was totally in love with this man. Was he in love with me too?
“Seeing you come…shit, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I want to see it again and again.”
He sat up and pulled my panties down my legs. I raised my hips to help him. Then he stood up and undid his belt buckle. My eyes were glued to his body as he slowly pushed his pants and briefs down his legs, then stepped out of them, his hard cock springing to life. My eyes widened.
It was big.
Really big.
I blushed and he lowered himself over me, reading my expression. He nudged my legs open with his knee, all his weight resting on his forearms. He dipped his head to kiss my neck again, and I felt his cock at my entrance. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. I whimpered when he retreated to put it on, hating our distance. He grinned.
“I’m right here, baby,” he said huskily, his look so intense that my stomach flip-flopped. His hands tangled in my hair, and he pressed his forehead against mine. I lifted my hips, wanting him—all of him.
“You have no idea what you do to me. I’ve never felt this way toward anyone else.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. “I know you haven’t,” I told him. “For the first time in my life, I finally trust someone completely. I trust you Knox.”
He closed his eyes and thrust into me, slowly at first with gentle movement, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed him deeper into me, letting him know I needed more. He increased his pace and pounded harder, and with every grunt, my pleasure stirred.
He pumped deeper and deeper, nuzzling my neck. “It’s okay, baby, let go.” He thrust again, and my pleasure exploded deliciously inside, making me cry out. I buried my face in his chest as the spasms rocked through me. He thrust into me a few more times, then shuddered and stilled as he came. He dropped his head to my chest as he rode his own wave.
Basking in our afterglow, I rubbed my hand up and down his back. I had never known such peace, such happiness, until this moment. I looked down at the man on top of me and kissed the top of his head, never wanting to lose the feeling of this moment.
He rolled over and disposed of the condom, then he pulled me to his chest and caressed my back. Contentment poured over me, and my eyes drifted shut as I prayed the moment was real.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he kissed my hair.
I nodded. “More than okay.”
He pulled me closer to him, sighing. “Me too. I haven’t been this happy in such a long time, and it’s all because of you.” He pressed my head to his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.
I knew my life had changed for the better, because of Knox.
I felt the sunlight beating down on my face as I turned over and stretched. I was pleasantly sore between my legs, and I smiled as the memories of the night before came flooding back. I turned to look at Knox, my mood dampened when I saw he wasn’t next to me in his bed.
I stood up and pulled his gray dress shirt on, bu
ttoning it up past my breasts. I padded toward the living room, but I could hear his voice talking to someone, so I hesitated, not wanting his guest to see me. I peeked in and saw Knox pacing as he held his phone to his ear. Realizing no one was there, I continued walking toward him, a lazy smile on my face. When he saw me, he grinned and opened his arms. I sighed in contentment when they closed around me.
“Okay. Well, keep on it and let me know,” I heard him say before he ended the call.
“Good morning, my angel,” he said huskily as I felt his lips press on the top of my head.
“Good morning. Is everything okay?”
He released me from his embrace and took my hand, walking me to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”
Nodding, I sat down on the barstool and watched him pour me a glass of orange juice, then set it in front of me along with a bagel and cream cheese.
“You look extremely hot in my shirt, by the way,” he said, looking me up and down. I smiled a little, embarrassed as I took a sip of the juice.
“You’re also very sexy when you blush,” he teased me. “To answer your question, Maxwell got a few names of the people who work at Clayton Tile, and I want to run them by you. The receptionist didn’t put in the order, and has no way to track it because it was paid in cash. It’s not a large company, so there aren’t that many names to go over. I want to see if you recognize any of them.”
I set the glass down and rested my forehead in my hands. “Okay, that sounds good.”
He came around and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, kissing my neck. “I won’t let anything happen to you. We don’t even know if this is anything to worry about.”
He was right, I knew he was, but something deep down told me Drake had something to do with this. I didn’t know how, but I knew.
He went back behind the counter and picked up a piece of paper. Resting his forearms on the counter in front of me, he smiled as he began reading the names. I took a bite of the bagel, not taking my eyes off of him.
“Brandon Giles?” he started.
I shook my head, still chewing the bagel. I saw that he was staring at my mouth, watching me chew, and I ripped off another piece of bagel with my teeth, taking my time, just to tease him.
He looked back down at the paper for a minute. “Uh, okay, Tom Davis?”
I shook my head again, poking my tongue out of my mouth to wipe away a crumb on my lip. I heard him utter a groan, making me smile. I picked up the napkin and slowly blotted my mouth.
“Uh, Joey McManus?”
I froze hearing that name. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t place why. I stopped mid-chew and tried to focus on it.
“What is it?” Knox asked. “You know that name?”
I held up a finger, signaling him to be quiet for a minute. Joey McManus…I knew that name.
“Dude, guess who’s in town?” Drake asked whoever he was on the phone with. “Joey McManus! Yeah, he’s here for the weekend, and he’s coming tonight. I know, right? Tell your girlfriend not to plan on you for a few days. Dude, we are so going to party hard.”
Chills ran through me as I looked up at him. “I know that name,” I said under my breath.
He came around and sat next to me, taking my hands in his. “You know Joey McManus?”
I swallowed my bite. “Well, no, I don’t know him, but Drake knew a guy with that name.”
Knox’s eyes darkened at Drake’s name. I told him my memory, then expanded saying I had never met the guy but had heard Drake talk about him quite a bit at that time.
“Maybe it’s not the same guy, Knox,” I added.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it may not be, but we’re going to check anyway.” He stood and picked up his phone. I heard him tell Maxwell what I said, then he asked him to have a thorough background check completed.
He set his phone down, then sat back next to me. “Okay, Maxwell is on it. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, and figure out if it’s anything to worry about.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I answered, not sure what else to say.
Suddenly his strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the stool. He sat me up on the counter and took my face between his hands. “Everything is going to be fine. Trust me.”
“I do, Knox. I just don’t trust Drake.”
“I know, neither do I. If he’s involved in this, we’ll find out and take care of it.”
My eyes widened. “What do you mean, ‘take care of it’?”
“Nothing illegal, baby.” He chuckled. “He’ll just know he can never bother you again, with or without the protective order.”
Not wanting to discuss it anymore, I leaned forward and hugged him, resting my head on his chest. How could I not feel protected by him?
“Are you still hungry?” he asked.
I shook my head, keeping it on his chest. I just wanted to stay right there, in his arms. He was becoming my rock more and more every day. He lifted my chin so I’d look at him, and his eyes were hooded, which told me one thing. My heart slammed against my chest.
“I’m still hungry for something,” he whispered huskily as he touched his lips to mine. He thread his fingers in my hair, holding me tight, and I leaned back on my hands as he kissed me harder, the scruff on his face scratching my chin.
He moved from my mouth, down my neck, then grabbed each side of my shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the room. I gasped as his mouth came down on my nipple, his tongue swirling as his hand kneaded my other breast.
I threw my head back as he started twisting my nipple between his thumb and fingers, making me groan in ecstasy. I ran my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, then traveled down to grasp his shoulders. I never wanted him to stop.
He swiped the plate of bagels away from me and lowered me down on the counter. He moved between my legs, looking down at me. He was such a beautiful sight—his face unshaven and only wearing loose pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips.
He ran his hand down my face, my neck, and between my breasts. I gasped when he continued down my stomach, stopping at the folds between my legs. I moved my head from side to side as he circled my clit with his thumb and took my other nipple in his mouth.
“I love the sounds you make.”
He bathed my nipple with his tongue. He started kissing me lower and lower, and my eyes widened when he opened me wide and started to lick. He didn’t lap at me gently—he dove right in, licking me as if his life depended on it. I started to close my legs when it felt too intense, but he stopped me.
“Uh-uh, Lucy,” he said as he took my clit into his mouth and started to suck. I screamed as he made me explode with his mouth, the spasms rocking my body hard. He looked up at me as he continued lightly licked, letting me ride out of my pleasure.
Once my body had stilled, he stood up and looked at me with such heat, I almost came again. I watched as he lowered his pajama bottoms and grabbed a condom. He came back to stand between my legs, then rammed into me, making my back arch off the counter. He was relentless as he slammed into me. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, not able to get enough of him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he kept up his pace, never taking his eyes off of me.
When I felt the stirring of pleasure start again, I bit down on my lip, barely able to stand it. I had just had the most explosive orgasm of my life, and I wasn’t sure my body was ready for another one, but as Knox kept pounding, my body once again rocked in spasms as the pleasure burst inside of me.
He slowed down as he moaned in his own ecstasy, gripping the sides of the counter. He looked amazing when he came—his eyes closed, and his head bent forward. When he was done, he opened his eyes and looked at me.
“That was amazing,” he said softly, still catching his breath. He slowly pulled out, then discarded the condom. He came back over and took my hand, pulling me up. He put his hands on my waist, and lowered me off the counter, kissing me when my feet touched the ground.
His bathroom was done in stone, even the shower. He had a large vanity with two sinks, made out of granite. There were two showerheads, one on each side, and when Knox turned it on, steam poured out from the ceiling.
I walked toward him and into the shower, where he followed me and shut the door. He put me under the spray, then lathered shampoo in his hands and massaged it into my scalp. I moaned at how good his fingers felt.
When he was finished, he put my head back under the spray, rinsing it off. Before I could grab the bar of soap, he beat me to it, and started to wash my shoulders.
His hands traveled south as he continued to wash me. When he reached my tummy, he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me up close to him, the water spraying over both of us.
“I love you, Lucy.” My tummy jumped, and my heart started thumping. He loved me. I tried to turn around, but his arms held me tight. “I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m in love with you.”
He finally let me turn around, and I framed his face between my hands. Looking straight into his eyes, I whispered, “I love you too.”
He let out a low groan, then crushed his lips to mine.
I had never had a better shower in my life.
MEGAN POUNCED ON ME AS soon as I walked in the door.
“What happened?” she cried, pulling me to the couch. Once I situated myself on it, I wiped some hair out of my face and rolled my eyes at her.
“Well, since I didn’t come home last night, Megs, I’m sure you’ve correctly assumed what happened,” I said, pretending I wasn’t jumping up and down inside.
She covered her mouth with her hand, rocking back and forth. “Holy shit, Lucy, it finally happened!” she squealed. She suddenly lunged over and hugged me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.
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