"Look at you," I murmur, voice low and dangerous. "Opening for me without even thinking about it."
Her cheeks flush. "Shut up," she whispers, breath shaky.
"Not a fucking chance."
I hook my fingers in her shorts and panties together, tugging teasingly. She lifts her hips instantly, helping me, wanting me, eyes locked on mine, afraid to blink. I drag them down her legs and toss them behind me without looking.
The way she gives me that, the unhesitating lift, her body trusting mine before her mind has fully signed off, does more damage than anything else she could offer.
I drop to my knees in front of her. Her breath catches.
"Knox…"
"This is me helping you not think. Letting me take over."
I press open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh, reverent and possessive. She shivers, hands dropping into my hair, tugging enough that my cock throbs in response. Then I put my mouth on her. Her gasp comes out sharp and broken. My name punches out like a prayer she didn't mean to say.
"Yeah," I growl against her. "Give me that sound, sweetheart."
I lick her long and unhurried first, tasting, savoring, letting the heat build. Then I flatten my tongue and drag it over her clit, harder. Her hips jerk. Her fingers tighten painfully in my hair.
"F-fuck, Knox—"
"That's it," I murmur, then suck her clit into my mouth, tongue teasing the spot that makes her whole body tremble.
She's desperate tonight. Looser. Clinging to me, chasing every stroke like she needs it to breathe.
"God, I love your dirty mouth," she gasps, voice cracking.
Fuck.
My hands shake harder every time she says that. Same words. Same wrecked voice.
"I know," I rasp, sliding two fingers inside her. Taking my time then curling just right. "Your pussy clenches every time I open my fucking mouth."
Her whole body arches as though I electrocuted her. I keep my tongue on her clit and my fingers working the perfect rhythm. Enough to tease, deep enough to claim.
"Knox! Oh! Knox!"
"Come on my mouth. Give it to me."
She breaks. Thighs clamp around my head, pussy spasming around my fingers. Her whole body bows tight as a bowstring as she comes hard, then shakes, crying out my name, falling apart on purpose.
I ride it out, licking her through every aftershock until she collapses backward on her hands, panting, destroyed. I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, savoring her taste.
Eyes glazed, lips parted, completely wrecked.
"Relaxed yet?" I ask, voice hoarse with wanting her again already.
She laughs, breathless. "Getting there."
"Good," I say. She reaches for me, arms looping around my neck, then I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her as if she weighs nothing. "Because we're not fucking done."
I carry her down the hall while she nuzzles into my neck, breath warm on my skin in a way that shouldn't undo me this much. I lower her onto the bed and strip. Fast, messily, becausethere's no part of me that's patient with her. Her gaze follows every inch of skin I reveal. I drag my T-shirt over her head before I crawl over her, and she arches up to help, bare skin meeting mine.
"Knox…" she whispers, wrecked. Hungry.
"Keep looking at me like that," I warn, crawling over her, "and I'm going to ruin you."