Knox staggered back against the wall as the force of her desire blindsided him. Savannah’s tongue plunged hungrily in and out of his mouth, suckled him, and burned through any doubts as to why she’d been anxious.
She wanted him.
She was here in his arms, feeding at his mouth, her hands roaming greedily over him, as though she couldn’t—wouldn’t—ever get enough of him.
Knox sucked in a harsh breath and a strange quiver rippled through his belly. The nudge commenced with an insistent jab. Lust detonated low in his loins, made him want to roar with desire, haul her to the bed and plow into that hot, wet valley between her thighs.
With a growl of pleasure, Knox molded her slim, supple body more closely to his, felt her squirm against him in an unspoken plea for release. Her pebbled breasts raked across his chest, igniting a trail of indescribably perfect sensation.
Savannah drew back. Blue flames danced in her somnolent gaze. “Do you know how I got through that last class?” she asked huskily.
Knox shook his head.
“I kept thinking about getting to do all those things to you. My hands on your body, you in my mouth…” She pulled in a breath. “I have a very keen imagination and for the past several hours, I’ve been imagining this night,” she said, her foggy tones almost hypnotic. “Imagining everything that I want to do to you—and with you—and everything I want you to do to me.” She cocked her head invitingly toward the bathroom. “Now I want to show you. Whaddya say we start with a bath?”
Savannah stepped back and, in a gesture so inherently sexy it stole his breath, she pulled the kurta up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then, with a saucy wink, she turned and walked to the bathroom.
She’d undoubtedly be the death of him, Knox thought, if indeed a man could expire from sexual stimulation. But, oh, what a way to go…
SAVANNAH POURED a bottle of scented oil that had magically appeared in their bathroom today into the steaming tub and felt a feline smile of satisfaction curl her lips. She’d been waiting for this day forever, had been waiting for this time with him forever, and now—at long last—she would have him.
Repeatedly, she hoped.
Something, warm, hot and languid snaked through her body at the thought, sending a pulse of sensation straight to her quivering womb. Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples tightened and tingled hungrily in anticipation of Knox’s hot mouth.
The object of her lusty thoughts chose that moment to stroll naked into the bathroom. Savannah let her gaze roam over his magnificent body slowly, committing to memory each perfect inch of his impressive form. His eyes were dark and slumberous, and burned with a heat she recognized because it sizzled in her as well.
Her gaze skimmed the broad, muscled shoulders, washboard abdomen, lean waist and then settled drunkenly on his fully erect—enormous—penis, the one she simply couldn’t wait to take into her mouth and, later, feel throbbing deeply inside her. His thighs were powerfully muscled, yet lean and athletic. And, oh, that ass…There was absolutely nothing about him physically that could be improved upon. Even his feet were perfect.
Savannah pulled in a shuddering breath as every cell in her body became hammeringly aware of him, clamoring for him and the cataclysmic release she knew she would find in his arms.
While she’d been openly appraising him, she in turn had been undergoing a similarly intense study. Knox’s hot gaze had raked down her body in a leisurely fashion that felt more like a caress than a mere look, and the heat that presently funneled in her womb as a result of that narrow scrutiny was rapidly whipping her insides into a froth of insatiable need.
His lips quirked into a slow sexy grin. “You’ve told me what you’ve been thinking about today. Why don’t you get in that tub and I’ll show you what I’ve been thinking about.”
Oh, sweet heaven. Savannah’s bones all but melted. She stepped into the warm, scented water and sank down until only the tips of her breasts peeked above the foggy surface.
Knox slid in behind her so that she sat in the open vee of his thighs. Savannah’s eyes fluttered shut and a sound of pure contentment puffed past her smiling lips as he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her back against him. His warmth engulfed her, the hot, hard length of him pressed against the small of her back. Knox reached around her, filled his cupped hands with water and then palmed her breasts, kneaded them, rolled her beaded nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Savannah gasped, curled her toes and pressed her back more firmly against him.
He nuzzled her neck. “This was one of the things I’ve been thinking about,” Knox murmured huskily. “Feeling your plump breasts in my hands, thumbing your pouty nipples. Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How absolutely beautiful?” His hands mimicked his words and played languidly at her sensitized breasts, forcing another gasp of pleasure from her lips.
Savannah didn’t bother to answer, but raised an arm, cupped the back of his head and turned to find his lips. She kissed him long and hard, soft and deep, slow yet purposefully, and all the while, Knox continued a magnificent assault on her aching breasts. Then he moved lower, over her trembling belly, until finally he parted her curls and swept a finger over her throbbing, woefully neglected clit. Savannah jerked as sensation bolted through her, and she whimpered against his plundering mouth.
Knox drew back and slid his fingers into the hot, wet folds of her sex. “I’ve been wanting to do that as well,” he said, rhythmically stroking her. “Feel the slick heat of your body, swallow your gasps, taste your groans.”
Savannah’s feminine muscles clenched beneath the exquisite pressure of his fingers. A long, slow drag, a swirl over her nub, and back again, over and over with his tender, mind-numbing assault. Her breath came in rapid, helpless puffs. Savannah felt her womb quicken, recognized the sharp tug of the beginning of a climax. She bit her bottom lip, a pathetic attempt to stem the steady flow of longing hurtling through her. He rocked gently behind her, mimicking the steady thought-shattering pressure. It built and built, like the tightening of a screw until something inside her finally—blessedly—snapped. Her body bowed from the shock, the explosion of sensation, and wept with the pulsing torrent and sweet rain of release.
Knox continued to gently rub her, light delicate strokes that made the orgasm seem to go on forever, more than she could bear.
She twisted away from those wicked fingers and turned around, straddled him and kissed him deeply once more. She sucked his tongue, nipped at his lips. The feel of his wet, hard body, slickened with the vaguest hint of oil, felt excessively hedonistic beneath her questing palms. Savannah pulled in a shaky breath as she felt the incredibly long length of him slide along her nether lips. She pressed her aching breasts to his chest and quivered with delight as his masculine hair abraded her sensitive nipples. She slid her hands down the smooth planes of his chest, ran her nails over the hardened nubs of his nipples and was rewarded when Knox hissed with pleasure.
“Damn,” he groaned.
Savannah smiled evilly. “Oh, no baby, that’s not a damn. This merits a damn.” She reached down between their practically joined bodies and took him in her hand.
Knox drew in a sharp breath and jerked against her palm. “Y-you’re right,” he stuttered. “That is most definitely a damn.”
Savannah ran her hand up and down the length of him, palmed the sensitive head of his penis and marveled once again over the sheer size of him. He was extraordinarily large, marvelously huge…and for the time being, all hers. Every splendid inch of him.
She worked the length of him, up and down, long steady strokes, feathery touches, but soon touching him simply wasn’t enough.
She wanted to taste him.
She gestured toward the steps and gently moved his body in that direction, and eventually managed to put him exactly where she wanted him—in her mouth.
Knox’s swiftly indrawn breath was music to her ears. Sing your true songs, indeed, Savannah thought with a smile as she licked the swol
len head of his penis. She alternated nibbles and sucks down the sides of him, ran her lips up and down his long length, and cuddled his testicles. Emboldened, she touched her tongue to those, too, and pulled one into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue.
Knox jerked and hissed another tortured breath. “Damn.”
Savannah paused her ministrations. “Yeah, that should qualify as a damn.” She smiled against him. “And so should this.”
With that enigmatic comment, Savannah wrapped her lips around him, took him fully into her mouth and sucked hard. She curled her tongue around him, licked and suckled, over and over, and dragged him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She worked his base, gently massaged his testicles, and slid him in and out of her mouth. Knox’s breath grew ragged and his thighs tensed, heralding the arrival of his impending climax.
When the first taste of his salty essence hit her tongue, Savannah drew back, took him in her hand and pumped him hard. She felt the rush of his orgasm shoot through the length of him like a bullet down the barrel of a gun, then felt him jerk and shudder as the hot blast burst from his loins. She milked him, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from him that she could.
Knox halted her ministrations with the touch of his trembling hand. “Enough,” he growled. He stood and drew her up with him. “Let’s go to bed.”
She’d thought he’d never ask, Savannah thought. Knox snagged a towel from the bar and gently swabbed down her body, then hastily ran it over himself as well. Within seconds, they were rolling around the bed, a tangle of desperate arms and legs. The first orgasm had merely taken the edge off, but hadn’t begun to dull the attraction. She still wanted him more than she wanted her next breath. Still couldn’t wait to feel him plunging into her, couldn’t wait to have his hot hands anchored at her waist while she sank down upon him.
Breathing hard, Knox pinned her down and his gaze tangled with hers. “You’ve tasted me—now I want you to lie still and take it while I taste you.”
What? Savannah thought. Did he expect her to argue? She giggled. “Go ahead,” she told him. “Eat me.”
His eyes widened, then narrowed and his slow, sexy grin melted into one of the most sensual smiles she’d ever seen. “Oh, you are evil.”
Savannah raked her nails over his chest. “Yeah…but you like it.”
Those dark green eyes twinkled. “Yeah, I do.” He bent down and drew her budded nipple into his mouth, pulling the air from her lungs in the process. “And I like this, too.”
“Mmm,” Savannah sighed. “So do I.”
Knox thumbed one tingling nipple while he tortured the other with his mouth. He swiveled his tongue around the sensitive peak, then sucked it deeply into his mouth. Savannah pressed her legs together as the one sensation sparked another deep in her womb. Her clit pulsed and her feminine muscles contracted, begging—crying—for release. Seemingly reading her mind, Knox slid his hand down her shuddering belly and slipped his fingers into her drenched curls.
Savannah whimpered and pressed herself shamelessly against him, willing him to put her out of her sexually frustrated misery. She was on fire, burning up from the inside out, and the only antidote to this mad fever was a shot of him planted deep inside of her.
Knox kissed his way down her belly, swirled his tongue around and inside her navel, and then continued a determined path down to her sex. He knelt between her legs, parted her nether lips, then fastened his mouth onto the small hardened nub of desire hidden in those quivering folds and sucked hard. He worked his tongue up and down her valley, thrust it inside her, then suckled her again. Savannah bowed off the sheet, bucking beneath the most intimate kiss. Lust licked at her veins, and a deep tremble shook her seemingly boneless body.
He slid a finger deep inside her and hooked it around, savoring the moment that she practically arched off the bed. A groan tore from her throat and her eyes all but rolled back into her head.
The ultrasensitive patch of cells could only be her G-spot. Up until this very minute, Savannah hadn’t known that she had one.
“Did you…learn that…this weekend?” Savannah asked brokenly as her hands fisted in the sheets.
Knox massaged the tender spot, while lapping at her clit with his wicked tongue. “I improved my technique, yes.”
If he improved it any more, she’d undoubtedly burst into flames, shatter and fly into a million little pieces. The thought had no sooner flitted through her mind than the climax caught her completely unaware and broke over her like a high tide, sweeping her under, drowning her in the undertow of sparkling release.
She’d barely caught her breath before Knox snagged a condom from the nightstand, ripped into the package with his teeth, withdrew the thin contraceptive and then swiftly rolled it into place. Seconds later, he’d positioned himself between her thighs and then, with a primal groan of satisfaction, plunged into her.
The room shrank, swelled and then righted itself in the same instant. It was all Savannah could do to keep from passing out, he filled her so very completely. She stilled, waiting for her almost virgin-again body to accommodate his massive size.
“Are you all right?” Knox asked. Concern lined his brow.
Savannah resumed breathing and then tentatively rocked her hips against him, drawing him deeper into her body. “Yes, I am. I just—”
“I just nearly killed you because I plowed into you like a battering ram.” He winced. “I’m sorry, I—”
“Knox,” Savannah interrupted, “no one appreciates the fact that you have learned to apologize more than me…but we really need to work on your timing.”
His face blanked. “My timing?”
“Yes, timing. For instance, now—while you’re inside me, where I have wanted you to be for oh-so-long—is not the time to be apologizing. Now you need to be fu—”
The rest of her sentence died a quick death as Knox drew back and plunged into her once more. Savannah hiked her legs up and anchored them around Knox’s waist, parlayed his every thrust. She rocked against him, clamped her feminine muscles around the hot, slippery length of him and shuddered with satisfaction as the friction between their joined bodies created a delicious draw and drag as he pumped frantically in and out of her.
Knox bent down and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, sending another bolt of pleasure down into her quivering loins. Savannah ran her hands down his back, reveling in the taut muscles rippling beneath her palms, the slim hollow of his spine, and then she grabbed his magnificent ass and, with a tormented cry, urged him on. Knox understood her unspoken plea and upped the tempo, pumped harder and faster, pistoned in and out of her.
Harder, faster, and harder still.
She caught another bright flash of release and felt her body freeze with anticipation. Her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest and her breathing came in short, little jagged puffs. The tension escalated, steadily climbing like a Roman candle shot into the sky, then having gone as high as it could, exploded into a billion multicolored stars. Slowly, she drifted back to earth, spent but sated…and thoroughly pleasured.
With a guttural cry of satisfaction, Knox plunged into her one final time, his body bowed with the redeeming rapture of release. He shuddered violently, then his breath left him in one long whoosh and he sagged against her.
Knox rolled them quickly onto his side and fitted her more closely to him. He pressed a lingering kiss in her hair between rapid breaths. “Savannah, that was—I’ve never—”
Savannah felt a slow smile move across her lips and something warm and tingly bubbled through her chest. “A wordsmith, and yet you’re speechless,” Savannah teased.
“That,” he said meaningfully, “was indescribable.”
Savannah heaved a contented sigh. “It really was, wasn’t it?”
Knox absently drew circles on her arm. “It was,” he agreed.
She’d known it would be, Savannah thought. She’d never doubted it. She’d wanted Knox Webber since the very first moment she’d seen h
im. She’d yearned for him in secret silence and had nearly gone crazy as a result of the one-sided attraction. Her breathing had barely returned to normal and yet just feeling him next to her did something to her insides. She should be exhausted, she shouldn’t be thinking about the delicious weight of his body pressed against hers, or the long, semiaroused length of him nuzzled against her hip.
Yet she was.
Were he to roll over and kiss her right now, she’d eagerly spread her legs and beg him to fill her up once again. The moment Knox had entered her, it was as though a wellspring of repressed emotion had been plumbed. Colors seemed brighter, scents stronger, her entire world had come into sharper focus. In that instant, Rupali’s sage words had come back to her. I don’t think your problem lies in the lower chakras…
And the older woman had been right. Knox had touched her heart. He’d fixed something this weekend that had been broken inside her. If nothing ever came of their time together, then at least she would have that.
Savannah had never felt anything like this before, had never had a lump in her throat after hours of mind-boggling, body-drenching, sweaty, wonderful sex.
But she did right now, and Savannah grimly suspected that were she to truly consider its origin, she would weep with regret.
So she wouldn’t.
She’d simply tell herself that the reason she was so utterly moved by their lovemaking was the result of years of pent-up emotion and stress. She’d tell herself that the feelings that were currently taking root in her foolish heart were a product of a weekend of tremendous sexual stimulation, even possibly the result of the tantric rituals. She would tell herself these things…and pray that by the end of this weekend she’d believe them.
The alternative was unacceptable—she wouldn’t permit herself to fall in love with Knox Webber…if it wasn’t already too late.
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