You’re a brave,sexually empowered woman.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I raise my hand to knock on Knox’s door. McGinnis is out for the night, so he suggested I come to his place instead. Apparently, he has a bigger bed with more room foractivities.
My belly dips, and I don’t know if it’s nerves or anticipation. The fear of being caught is nearly overwhelming, but I can’t deny it adds to the excitement. I’ve never had a situationship before, and I’m not really sure what the protocol is, but I’m doing it nonetheless.
The door swings open and Knox stands there, wearing a Gliders tee and a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants that reveal every inch of his long length.
My throat goes dry at the sight. “Nice pants.”
He leans forward, his forearm resting against the doorjamb. “I thought you’d like them.”
His voice is a low rasp, which, combined with the sweatpants, does obscene things to my body.
Arousal pools between my legs, and I find myself stretching up on my toes, a summer bloom reaching for the sky.
Knox takes the hint, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. The feel of his hard chest and growing erection ignites a fire in me, and as he crushes his lips to mine, I melt into his embrace.
God, this feels good. Has it only been a week since we last kissed? How is that possible? It feels like it’s been months of long days and endless nights.
Knox pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us, throwing the lock.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, coming up for air. “What if McGinnis comes home?”
“He won’t.” Knox brushes a stray hair from my forehead. “He’s hitting the club with a couple of the guys and staying downtown tonight.”
I scrunch my nose, mentally pulling up his profile. “He’s not legal. Does he have a fake ID?”
“I didn’t ask.” He grins. “Tonight he’s D-Vo’s problem.” At the look on my face, he adds, “Don’t worry. There are plenty of eighteen-plus clubs, and D-Vo won’t let him get into any trouble. You and I, on the other hand…”
I laugh and he takes my hand, leading me up the stairs.
Like my bedroom, Knox’s is on the upper level of the townhouse. He flips the light-switch when we enter, and a soft white glow fills the tidy room.
“You weren’t kidding about the bed.” I move to the foot and run my hand over the down comforter. “It’s huge.”
He shrugs. “I’m a big guy, and I like to stretch out.”
Knox steps up behind me, looping his arms around my waist. The feel of his hard chest pressed to my back is comforting, but I didn’t come here for comfort.
I turn and his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is hard and deep, our teeth grinding together as a week’s worth of pent-up frustration passes between us. His hands rove over mybody, setting my nerve endings alight, and a quiet moan passes between my lips. Knox swallows it down, taking everything I have to offer.
“Finally,” he breathes against my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that all week. Do you have any idea how hard it is to see you every day at the Iceplex and not be able to touch you? It’s been killing me, darlin’.”
This feeling of being desired—of being desirable—is delicious. No one has ever made me feel the way he does, and for as long as we have this arrangement, I’m going to enjoy it.
We tear at our clothes, a tangle of arms and legs, discarding every piece of fabric that keeps us from being skin to skin. Knox presses frantic, open-mouthed kisses to my exposed flesh, and by the time we’re naked, we’re both breathing hard.
Knox continues his exploration of my body, and I relish the feel of his calloused fingers on my bare skin, scraping over my breasts and belly like he can’t get enough.
“This isn’t working,” he mumbles against my lips. “We need to get you a step stool, or I’m going to have a permanent crick in my neck.”
I laugh as he cups my butt and lifts me into the air. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, centering his long, thick erection over my core.
He groans and a thrill races up my spine as he squeezes my backside. I rub against him, enjoying the feel of his shaft gliding along my slick folds. The head of his penis slides over my clit, and starbursts explode behind my eyelids.
Oh god. How am I ever going to give this up?
Now isn’t the time to worry about it.