I drop my head to the back of the couch. “Ugggghhh.”
Knox chuckles at my behavior. We’ve been watching the dating show I had on earlier for the last two hours. Knox has gotten super into it, trying to figure out which couples will stay together. It’s been surprisingly fun to share our thoughts and theories about what’s going to happen next.
We’ve downed an entire bottle of wine, and somehow I’ve found myself with my legs draped across his lap, and he’s massaging my feet. I’ve had to suppress multiple groans of pleasure from the way his thumbs dig into my arches. My bottom lip is raw from the number of times I’ve bitten it to stay quiet. I haven’t been successful every time. If one slips through, Knox always falters, and I do not want him to stop touching me.
Oh, lord… The couple on the screen is getting handsy in the hot tub. We’ve somehow avoided the steamier episodes so far. Looks like our luck has finally run out.
Watching the pair get hot and heavy has my center goingmolten. Add in that Knox’s hands have moved up my calves, and I may not survive the next five minutes.
“This is why I don’t get into public hot tubs.” Knox’s deep rumble pulls me from my wandering thoughts.
I wrinkle my nose. “I cannot imagine all the fluids floating around in there.”
Knox pretends to gag, and it makes me giggle. He grins over at me. I’ve never seen him this relaxed. He looks roguish and handsome without the frown lines that typically mar his face.
I sit up, closing the distance between us. I’ve never felt the urge to kiss someone just because, but the way he’s looking at me right now, there’s nothing else I want to do more.
He stays still, allowing me to take the lead, at least until my lips press against his. He grips the back of my neck, his fingers digging into the sides in a possessive hold. The pressure makes me feel safe instead of controlled. The difference is incredible. It emboldens me. It frees me to take from this man, knowing he’ll give me everything I need without pause.
His tongue teases at my bottom lip. It makes me gasp, and Knox takes advantage. He explores my mouth with confidence, sending my body into overdrive. I’ve never gotten turned on from a kiss. It’s always felt forced, as if I were playing a role that was expected.
Knox wraps an arm around my waist, adjusting me across his lap so my knees fall to the sides of his hips. My core sits snuggly over his thick erection, and I have a moment of pause. My previous experiences have clouded how I view intimacy. Sex has always been an obligation, something that was expected of me but never for me.
But as Knox’s hands softly run across my back, I realize he’s not taking advantage of my bold move. He’s merely giving us a more comfortable way to continue exploring each other.
He kisses down my neck, nipping at my pulse point. Itmakes my hips stutter, and I gasp at the sensation that shoots through me.
Somehow, even through his jeans, Knox’s cock rubbed me in just the right way that I lit up from the inside. He leans back, his brown eyes holding me hostage in their intense gaze.
“Use me however you need to, Princess.”
I frown at him.
In response, he grips my hips with gentle hands, only to move me over him in the same way, sending another bolt of pleasure straight to my core. He guides me, showing me how to move over him until I hesitantly start to move on my own. Then he just watches me with a proud grin on his face.
I kiss him hard, my hips moving of their own accord until I’m edging toward something unfamiliar.
I’ve gotten myself off plenty of times since I left my ex. But whatever is building inside me is more than that. This is new and overwhelming.
“Come for me, Princess. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
Knox’s words are more than I can bear. My breath shudders out of my chest as my core clenches hard. Pleasure radiates out from my center, making my toes curl and a cry fall from my throat. God, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.
I slump into Knox’s chest, completely wiped out. He slowly runs his hands up and down my spine. The soothing strokes help me come back down from the high. It’s then that I realize what I just did.
I used this man like a sex toy. How freaking embarrassing is that?
“I’m sorry, Knox.”
He palms my cheeks and forces me back to look at him. “Why the fuck would you be sorry?”
“I just used you like a—” I refuse to outright sayhumandildoin front of this man, so I go a different direction. “You didn’t get anything out of that.”
Knox snorts, surprising me. “Princess, I just came in my pants like a fifteen-year-old boy seeing a pair of tits for the first time.”
My jaw drops at his confession.
He runs his thumbs across my cheeks. “But even if I hadn’t come, watching you take your pleasure would have been enough. Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
