“Why now?” I asked, unable to hold back. As soon as the question was out of my mouth, I regretted it. “I mean, no big. It’s fine. I’m not… that’s not… never mind. Let’s talk about other things. Dick things. As in, I’d like to see yours. Now, please. If it’s not too much trouble.”
My voice sounded shaky and unsure. I hated feeling this way. As if this mattered. As if his reaction to me mattered. I’d had sex with plenty of men. I was the king of casual sex. Emperor of hookups. This should have been no big deal.
So why was I wound up tighter than I’d ever been before? My body felt like one touch from Knox Sunday would set absolutely every fucking skin cell alight.
His eyes narrowed as he dropped his shirt on the ground. “Because I didn’t want anyone else at that party to have you.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
“Yeah. Okay. That’s a good explanation.” I pressed the heel of my palm on my cock and groaned again.
Knox’s eyes heated even more. “Hands off, Goodman.”
He knelt on the bed and reached for my wrist before pinning it above my head and looming over me. His wide shoulders and muscled chest made me feel like a little drool might accidentally escape my open mouth.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, just to get a rise out of him.
Knox crushed my mouth with his, reaching for my other wrist and bringing it up high above my head. Once he had both of my hands pinned together in his unrelenting grip, he brought his other hand down to stroke my cock between our bodies. I arched up into him, begging him with my hips, my indrawn breath, and my uncontrollable whimpers.
I wanted him so badly, I was leaking.
Knox’s big hand fumbled for the button on my pants before yanking the zipper down and thrusting his hand inside.
“Oh fuck. Knox,fuck.” I tried to control my breathing, but his bossy, commanding schtick was really doing it for me. Who knew?
Knox did.
“Mmhm. Just like that,” he murmured against my cheek. I didn’t even know what he meant, but I continued to arch up into him and beg him with my body.
Take me. Have me. Do whatever you want with me.
“Knox,” I said, unsure of what I was trying to say exactly.
He shut me up with another drugging kiss. I wanted to reach greedy fingers into his hair to hold him there, but he still had me pinned. His heavy body pressed me into the mattress in the very best way.
A thousand snarky comments danced just out of reach on my tongue, but I was too dazed to bring them to my lips. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe my big mouth was better off doing other things.
“Let me suck you,” I said, remembering my plan.
A low grumble escaped his throat. He liked the idea.
I pulled my hands out of his grip and reached for his pants, scrambling frantically to get them open so I could take out his dick and taste it.
“Slow down,” he warned. “Remember to breathe.”
I gritted my teeth against annoyance. Didn’t he know how badly I needed this? How long I’d wanted him? I couldn’t do this slow. I wanted it all right fucking now.
“Whoever. Invented. Zippers. Hated. Sex,” I ground out, fumbling at his fly with shaking fingers.
I was never like this. So needy. So vulnerable. I told myself the problem was that I’d gone too long without sex… but it felt like a lie.
Knox’s hand gripped my chin, and he forced me to look at him. “Baby, slow down, or I stop this. Do you want to stop?”
“Motherfucker.” I abandoned his zipper in frustration. “Why should I slow down?”
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs like I was running a race. I felt my heart trip over itself the way it did when I was on the verge of a breakthrough in writing code. But it was also the same feeling I got when bad weather came up while we were out on the boat in the Key.
Excitement? Fear? Both.
