The space between my thighs melts as the temperature between us rises. Lifting my hand, I place it beneath his on the wood.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper.
“I’d like to kiss you right now.” It’s a low tone, almost feral. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.”
Behind him, lightning crawls across the sky, curling into the clouds. We’re all alone here, Lindsey will be in the Quarter for hours.
This is wrong. I should tell him to stop.
My eyes flicker to his lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top, a perfect pout. He’s waiting, hanging on by a thread, and I dive forward.
My hands grip his shoulders, and I pull him down, climbing as I go for his mouth.
Strong arms surround my body, and he lifts me off my feet, carrying me inside as our mouths seal. The door slams shut, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
My back hits the wall, and large hands go to my ass, gripping my thighs and pulling me open, allowing him to get closer, to touch me. A whimper slips from my throat as I rub my body against his, teasing my clit against the steel rod in his jeans.
“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his chin. “It’s not going to be enough.”
“What?” I gasp, leaning forward to slide my tongue along the muscles in his neck.
One large hand grips my jaw, lifting my face so he can kiss me again. He turns my head, biting my lips, my jaw, holding me in a way like he’s going to devour me whole.
My fingers grasp at his skin, and I do my best to keep up, pulling his lips with mine, curling my tongue with his. Another break, another groan.
“Kissing you is not going to be enough.” A low rumble of thunder. “I’m going to have to fuck you or I’m going to burn alive.”
He looks down at me, breathing hard, eyes wild. He’s like some mythical creature who came out of this turbulent night and appeared on my doorstep.
“We can’t have that,” I insist, reaching for his neck.
Our mouths collide again, and he holds me as if I weigh no more than a doll. His hands are on my waist, and the warmth of his fingers spreads across my skin. It’s delicious, and I’m burning up as well in his fire.
Pushing him back, my feet hit the floor, and I’m so damn short. Grabbing his hand, I drag him into my bedroom, slamming the door as I turn to face him.
His eyes are darkened, and we’re both panting like we’ve run a race. We’re just getting started. He watches me, as if he’s waiting for me to tell him this is okay, we can do this.
Fuck me, this is the worst idea ever.
“No one can know,” I give a stern order.
His lips curl in that cocky smile that’s pure Knox. “You’re going to let me fuck you?”
“Shut up and take your clothes off before I change my mind.”
He reaches behind his neck and pulls the shirt over hishead, leaving his hair a sexy mess, uncovering strong pecs, a solid six-pack, that mouthwatering V disappearing into his jeans.
I take a step back, sitting on the bed with a “Damn.”
He steps forward, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing the cardigan down my arms. “Your turn.”
I exhale a little laugh. “I’m not…”
I wave my hand in front of his perfectly sculpted physique, and he catches it in his larger one, pulling it to his lips. “Shut up and let me fuck you.”
The brush of his warm lips against the inside of my palm registers straight to my tingling core.
I rub my thighs together, huffing a laugh. “We probably should work on how we speak to each other.”