His mouth is hot and wet, and he tastes like…me.
A fresh wave of arousal pools between my legs. If you’d asked me this morning if I’d enjoy tasting myself on a man’s lips, I probably would have said no, but it’s surprisingly erotic.
I make quick work of his button-up and toss it on the floor. His T-shirt follows.
His chest is broad and well-muscled, with defined pecs and a sprinkling of dark hair that wasn’t there during our last hookup. His V-cut abs have grown more defined too, and he’s got a slutty little bunny-trail that has me squeezing my thighs together in anticipation.
“Have I told you how much I love your ass?” he asks, gripping the object of his affection.
“I think you just did.” I laugh and start on his belt. “Less talking, more undressing.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He abandons my backside and grabs the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head in one fell swoop. His eyes rake over my naked body, and he must like what he sees because he growls. “Condom?”
“They’re in the nightstand.”
Knox flips the switch on the bedside lamp, and white light floods the room. He opens the top drawer, and my stomach drops when he pulls out an old photo strip.
I should’ve gotten the condom. I knew the pictures were there. They’ve been in that drawer for five years. It’s the photo strip from our one-night stand. When I ducked out in the morning, I tore it in half, taking the top portion for myself and leaving the bottom for Knox.
He turns to me, a wicked grin curving his full lips. His gaze cuts back to the drawer, which holds all my favorite toys, beforereturning to me. “Have you been getting yourself off to these pictures?”
Flames lick at my cheeks. I’ve never been so called out in my life.
A white lie won’t save you this time.
“They remind me of our night together. It was the one time I felt like myself and not the person the world expects me to be.” I clear my throat. “If I’m being honest, it was the best sex of my life.”
Did you really just say that?
Judging by his widening grin, yes. “Is that weird? Sorry, it totally is, right?”
His face falls. “You do that a lot, you know.”
“What?”
“Apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong.” He holds up the photos. “I’m flattered you kept these, and I’m glad they brought you pleasure.”
More times than he’ll ever know. “Do you still have yours?
“I do.” His expression gives nothing away as he retrieves a condom from the drawer. “Let’s find out if the reality lives up to the fantasy.”
He unzips his pants and my mouth goes bone dry. The silky fabric of his gray boxer briefs highlights every dip and ridge of his cock. He’s long and thick, and it’s obvious my memory didn’t do him justice—not by half.
Knox strips and I squeeze my legs together, attempting to recreate the friction that had me moaning just minutes ago.
By the time he tears the foil packet open and rolls the condom on over his impressive length, I’m desperate for his touch, every nerve in my body humming with desire.
Arousal doesn’t always end with release.
I know that. Of course I do. I’ve always struggled to orgasm during partnered sex, and I probably always will. That doesn’tmean I need my stupid subconscious reminding me right before I do the deed.
Talk about unnecessary pressure.
Knox reaches for me, and my chest tightens, anxiety taking root. What if he forgot? Oh, who am I kidding. Of course he’s forgotten after all this time.
Worse, what if he’s disappointed?
“I don’t always come during sex,” I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest. This conversation would have been so much easier if I’d done it downstairs, before I was naked and exposed. “So you don’t have to wait for me.”