His mouth curved in a wicked grin, a wolfish response that promised she’d get what she wanted, but likely not the way she’d imagined it. “Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips. “Let’s play.”
She’d wanted his kiss. Craved it.
Instead he pulled away, captured her hand and led her into the bedroom. The toss pillows were already on the floor and the comforter pulled back. “I think you did more than lock up.”
“I had incentive.” He moved in behind her and peeled her shirt off her shoulders. “If I’d known we were gonna start with your mouth on my dick, we might have skipped dinner altogether.” The fabric whispered against her calves before it pooled around her ankles, and he cupped her breasts. “Remember what I said. You get uncomfortable, say the word and I’ll stop.”
The statement made no sense. It was just oral sex. Intimate, yes, but not exactly the most deviant act.
Before she could voice her thoughts, he nudged her toward the bed. “Lay down for me.”
Now that made no sense. She put a knee to the bed, then another, crawling until she lay on her side in the center. “Shouldn’t you be the one laying down?”
He grinned and snatched a pillow. “Not the way we’re going to do it.” He moved his finger in a circle and headed toward the foot of the bed. “Turn around. Head toward me.” He laid the pillow at the edge and waited.
The slow and agonizing pulse she’d fought with every teasing touch and dark look through dinner, deepened to an aching throb. She crawled forward, a heady mix of uncertainty and utter thrill sending champagne tingles through her veins. She paused on her hands and knees in front of him. “Like this?”
He cupped the side of her face, a tenderness she hadn’t expected creeping in then disappearing just as quickly. “On your back. Head on the pillow.”
She looked at the pillow, then to him and swallowed. “Okay.” The comforter welcomed her in a cool, slick kiss and the pillow whooshed as she released her weight into its downy goodness. The second she looked up, his intent registered. In this position, she’d be utterly at his mercy. Open not just to his hands, but his undivided attention.
He crouched next to the bed and rolled the pillow beneath her neck. He wasn’t just gentle, he was thoughtful. Careful and attentive.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her quiet question stirring his always tousled hair where he hovered upside-down above her.
His eyes locked on to hers and his hands framed her face. “I’m getting you settled so I can feed you my cock like you asked.”
Her sex clenched, the power of it bordering on an actual orgasm, but without the gratifying release that came after. She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together so tightly her body trembled.
“Easy.” His lips caressed hers, the touch soft and heart-stoppingly reverent. He licked into her barely parted lips, coaxing not just her mouth to open, but her body to release. To give herself into his care and throw away her fears. This was the kiss she’d craved from him. Even at the odd angle, it was perfect. Maybe more so because of it. Ravenous and yet caring and solemn. As though he was thanking her simply for laying herself bare.
He lifted his head only enough to slide his mouth back and forth against hers. His warm breath fanned out against her face and neck, the accelerated huff behind each exhalation the only clue he was as affected as she. “How is it I never hear you cuss? At all.”
The question caught her completely off guard, not simply for the topic, but for the timing as well. “Because my father said it wasn’t appropriate for a woman. That he’d be disappointed if I started such a habit.”
He smiled at that and smoothed her hair away from her face, gently combing the strands so they hung off the edge of the bed. “For the record, I’m not your father. And if you ever tell me you want to suck my cock or beg me to fuck your pussy, I promise you I will not be disappointed.” He sealed the proclamation with another kiss, picking up right where he’d left off, but letting his hands roam to her breasts. Molding and shaping the mounds and interspersing each touch with demanding tweaks to her nipples.
She moaned and arched for more, fisting her hands in his hair.
He growled and pulled away. “You keep that up, I’ll come before you ever get a taste.” He guided her hands to her sides and stood. “Keep those there until I tell you.”
“What? Why?”
If he hadn’t pulled his shirt off and stalked into full view on one side of the bed, she’d have scrambled upright and started a rousing protest. The sight of his muscled torso and beautifully defined abs stilled her thoughts.
He dug into his front pocket and laid something aside on the nightstand. “Because I’m not ready to let go yet and your hands have a tendency to make me want to short-circuit my plans.”
They did? That was good information. Definitely a strategy she’d have to employ more often, at least in the bedroom.
He bent beside the bed and something whooshed against carpet.
This time she did pop upright, her eyes widening at the sight of her black box of goodies. “What are you doing?”
He slid it next to her hip and popped the top button on his jeans. “I said I’d give you what you want. Doesn’t mean I can’t play while we were at it.” He shoved his jeans and briefs over his hips. His cock stretched thick and tall nearly to his belly button, bobbing as he stepped free of the constricting denim. Unlike the other men she’d known intimately, he was completely free of pubic hair, leaving all of him on prime display. “You rethinking what’s at the top of your list?”
“No.” Not the most convincing answer, especially voiced as little more than a broken rasp, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his shaft. From the prominent veins that ran up his length and the shiny wetness gathered at the tip. Slowly, she took him in. Truly savored every inch of his magnificent body. Only when she locked on to his stare did she lay back and cup her aching breasts. “I’m not rethinking anything.”
He prowled closer, totally comfortable with her open perusal. As if he knew how much pleasure just looking at him gave her and was more than happy to indulge her. Not one physical touch traded and yet twice as potent as traditional foreplay. “Your hands aren’t on the mattress.”
“They’re not touching you.”
“Ah, but they’re stealing my fun.” He braced his feet on either side of her head and her thoughts disintegrated. His tight sack hung just inches from her mouth, the soft and dusky skin that surrounded the most vulnerable part of him unveiled. It was primal. A dangerous predator demanding submission in the most carnal way possible. Never in her life had she felt anything so raw. So powerful.
He guided her trembling hands to her sides and his shaft danced above her lips. Her haggard breaths ricocheted against her face. “But how will I... I mean...”
Straightening, he took himself in hand, his tender yet watchful gaze locked on to her face. “I’ll give you what you need.” He pumped his length once. Twice. Then slicked the tip against her lips. “Open.”
The command speared through her, setting her core alight. She arched her neck and obeyed, craving that first taste. The velvet hardness of him against her tongue and lips. Yet, instead of sliding inside he slicked his precum against her lips. She moaned and lapped the tip, licking and sucking the taste from both him and her mouth in greedy, desperate pulls.
He hissed above her and undulated forward, dragging the underside of his cock against her lips as he leaned forward and filled his hands with her breasts. His voice grumbled low and thick. “Had too much time to think. Too much time spent thinking about feeling your mouth just like this.”
So had she. Maybe not as creatively as he had, but oh, how she liked the way his mind worked.
He plucked and teased her nipples, his breath coming heavy and shorter. “Time to put your hands to work, sweetheart. Li
ft your knees.”
She heard the words, knew they required action, but had a hard time nudging her body to behave, her attention too centered on the leisurely exploration she’d begun with her lips and tongue. She must have at least managed to get the job partway done right, because his big hands gripped her high on her shins and splayed her thighs wide.
“Hands behind your knees.”
Oh God.
Part of her couldn’t move, but the far more adventurous part of herself wanted to disconnect from her corporeal form and watch the decadence in all its beauty. She dug her fingertips into the soft flesh behind her thighs, licked along one prominent vein on his shaft and bared herself completely.
“Just like that.” So awed. Proud. His strong fingers teased the soft flesh along the back of her thighs.
She relaxed the muscles along the back of her neck into the pillow, licked past the base of his cock to the tight sack beneath and whispered against his most tender place, “Knox.”
His hips jerked forward and his fingers tightened on her thighs, but still he chuckled. “I see you’ve learned how to play dirty.” The bed shifted and the snap of her toy box rang overloud in her ears. “Think that means we can step it up a notch.”
He dragged his hips backward, gliding his hard rod against her mouth as he went, and holding up his hand in her line of sight. Her pink finger vibe was already snug against his middle finger. “This little guy get much attention this week?”
Oh, boy. This was about to get really intense, really fast. Heart hammering, she licked his glans and grinned up at him. “No. I used the dildo and imagined it was you.”
His cocky attitude slipped, replaced with a feral growl that danced across every inch of her. He toggled the vibe to life and feathered it across one nipple. “It’s getting no play tonight, ’cause the only thing going inside you is me.” He palmed his cock with his free hand and nudged her lips. “And I’m starting right here.”
Finally. Days, she’d imaged this. Re-ran the night they’d had together and wished with everything she’d demanded the chance to taste him. To reciprocate the pleasure he’d given with his own mouth, not once, but twice.
He shifted forward, carefully guiding his length in and out while he teased the buzzing toy atop her mound, but not quite reaching her clit.
She widened her knees and moaned around his shaft.
“More?”
God, yes. Not that she could say as much with her mouth stuffed full of his thick cock. Somehow the helplessness made the moment that much more powerful. More heightened and pronounced. She whimpered instead.
A second later his finger dipped between her drenched folds, dragging her essence up to her swollen clit and circling in with an insistent pressure. “Don’t come.”
No way could she hold off her release. It was too close. Barreling toward her with such ferocity her heart labored to keep up. She released her hold on one thigh, gripped his hip and dug her nails into his flanks. Tightening her mouth against his soft flesh, she sucked with all she had.
He jerked his hips away, slipping his length free of her mouth. “Fuck!”
She rolled to her stomach and tossed her hair out of her face. Poised on her hands and knees, her arms and legs shook on the overdose of adrenaline he’d built, but no way was she backing down. Not now. Not this close. “Yes, let’s do that. Now.”
Chapter Eighteen
Wild. Utterly uninhibited and ravenous. Braced on all fours with her moon-colored hair spilling down her back, Darya was pure primal temptress. A snow-white tigress eager for her claiming, but just as hungry for the fight.
And her hungry gaze was rooted solely on him.
Mine.
Knox jolted forward, catapulted out of every rational thought and spurred like some untamed beast intent on a wild hunt. In the space of seconds, he’d snagged a condom from the nightstand, flipped her to her back and pinned her thighs up and wide with his hands behind her knees. He couldn’t think. Didn’t want to. Only wanted her under him. Her skin against his, her mouth and tongue dueling with his and his cock buried inside her.
His cock lay thick and throbbing against the top of her sex, the soft patch of neatly trimmed curls whispering against the base of his shaft. He dropped the unopened condom on her belly, his heavy panting stirring the hair around her face. “Put it on me.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded on a surprised O.
“You want to fuck, get me ready,” he growled. The command was hard. Likely too hard, but what little bit of his conscience was left was already strained to the breaking point. Too focused on keeping his strength in check and holding back his release.
She smiled, slow at first then deepening in its wickedness as she eagerly fumbled for the packet and got to work on her task.
His cock jerked in anticipation, the need to feel her nimble fingers working over him drawing his nuts up tight.
He couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until he was balls deep and her cunt milked him dry.
Quickly, she rolled the condom in place then gripped his hips. “Please.”
Those hands. Goddamn it, those hands of hers were going to kill him. More dangerous than her mouth, her touch had the power to bring him down. To draw him into that vulnerable place barbed with pain and disappointment.
He pinned her wrists with one hand above her head and slicked his cockhead through her folds. “That dildo make you feel good? Give you what you needed?”
She shook her head, her pelvis lifting in invitation. “No.” Her eyes closed and the rest of her words came out on a low groan. “Never enough.”
He notched himself inside her and gripped her thigh, angling her hips for maximum penetration. “No,” he said, eyes rooted to her sex. “I’m what you need. My cock.” He powered deep and her back bowed off the bed, the sweetest cry of relief bouncing off the walls around them.
Nothing else mattered. Not the loss of his carefully cultivated distance. Not his fears or the twisted past that had created them. Only the heat of her. The flutters rippling around his dick and the scent of sex. Over and over, he pounded into her, her breasts jiggling with each merciless stab and her hips undulating against his.
She opened her eyes, the slow and weighted movement unveiling her bright blue eyes like a goddamn gift from the heavens. A healing benediction that burrowed straight to his soul. “Knox.” So much said with one word. Hope. A plea. A promise.
He crushed his mouth against hers, chasing the sound of his name on her lips. Greedy for the taste of it. He released her hands and speared his fingers in her sweat-dampened hair, holding her steady for his feast. “Give it to me,” he snarled against her mouth, licking and nipping her kiss-swollen lips as his hips pistoned ruthlessly against hers. “Give me what’s mine.” He punctuated the claim with a powerful stab.
Her nails bit into his shoulders and her heels dug into his flanks, her neck arched as she cried out her release. “Knox!”
His cock jerked in answer, the punch of his orgasm so sharp his whole body shuddered. There was nothing but the moment. The press of Darya’s skin. The flex and release of her slick sex around his cock. Her trembling arms and legs coiled around him. This was what he needed. What he’d craved and fixated on for days. Since the first time she’d glided in to his office on her long as fuck legs and crooked her lips in a shy smile. No restraint. No barriers. Just the most carnal, genuine connection. Intimate and honest.
He rested his forehead against hers, both of their eyes closed and breaths choppy as they slowed to an easy, languid rhythm. The air around them pulsed and bit by bit the room’s chill settled against his skin. The warmth of her mouth teased his own, bringing with it the memories of the last week.
Seven days he’d watched her. Seen how open she was with everyone. How innocent and bright she was. Everyone flocked to her. M
en and women alike. It would be so easy to give in. To take her mouth in a slow kiss and reach for the one elusive dream left unrealized.
Instead, he lifted his head.
Her eyes remained closed and her mouth barely parted. A gorgeous flush marked her cheeks, neck and chest, and her body lay completely replete beneath him.
His voice came out ragged and so low it sounded as if it came from the soles of his feet. “Please tell me you’re okay.”
Lazily, she rolled her head and opened her eyes. “English is my second language and even I know better than to use okay for what we just did.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled and tenderly cupped the side of his face. “You did what you promised and gave me what I needed.” So easy. No attempts to draw him deeper, only open acceptance of what he had to offer.
Bracing himself on one forearm, he covered her hand with his and turned enough to kiss her palm. Just once. One brush with the dream before he locked it away and buried his heart with it. Yet as he laced his fingers with hers and tugged her hand away, it didn’t seem like nearly enough.
Chapter Nineteen
A car door slammed in the distance, nudging Knox awake.
Don’t move.
Don’t think.
Not yet.
He blanked his mind and visualized nothing but pure white light. Willed the blessed quiet of sleep to close over him. He felt too good. Too warm and relaxed to ruin it with the restlessness of reality. Especially with Darya’s winter rose scent all around him, her sleeping body soft against his.
His eyes snapped open, every synapse firing with alacrity. Darya was next to him.
No—scratch that. He was next to her, his body spooned tight against her back and their legs intimately tangled.
What. The. Fuck.
Sheer reflex and panic whipped through him, so powerful he nearly bolted upright. Just as fast, something far more instinctive locked him in place. Hell, cuffs around both his wrists couldn’t have bound him to Darya’s still-sleeping body more effectively.
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