Page 103 of Knox

We undressed one another with care and lingering kisses. Moonlight glowed silver against her skin, highlighting the curve of her hip, the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and she was mine.

I took a long moment to appreciate my blessings.

“Knox,” she whispered, reaching for me.

I covered her body with mine, kissing her deeply. Pouring everything I felt into each touch.

Sloane’s hands slid up my back, nails dragging lightly across my skin, and I shuddered. Twelve years of military discipline, training and maintaining control in the most extreme circumstances, yet this woman undid me with a single touch.

I took my time with every inch of her. Memorizing the delicate bones of her wrists. The sensitive spot behind her ear. The freckles scattered across her collarbone like constellations. I was careful around her throat, the bruises a stark reminder of how close I’d come to losing her. Instead, I kissed her shoulders, her sternum, the valley between her breasts.

“You’re so soft,” I murmured against her skin. “So perfect.”

My hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples until they peaked. I lowered my mouth to her, sucking gently, then harder when she arched against me. Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me to her, and she released a moan that shot straight to my core.

“Knox,” she whispered, her hands sliding down my chest, my stomach. “Let me.”

Before I could ask what she meant, Sloane pushed at my shoulders, urging me onto my back. I went willingly, curious and already aching with need. She kissed her way down my torso, her hair spilling across my skin like silk. When her lips brushed across my abs, the muscles jumped under her touch.

“Sloane—”

“Shh.” She looked up at me through thick lashes, her green eyes dark with desire. “Let me take care of you.”

My breath caught as she settled between my thighs, her small hands wrapping around my length. I was already hard, had been since the moment she’d walked into this room, and when she stroked me slowly, learning the shape and feel of me, I groaned.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, and the reverence in her voice nearly undid me. “So perfect.”

“Sloane, you don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my hip, then lower. “I want to taste you.”

Christ. My hands fisted in the sheets as she took me into her mouth, warm and wet and impossibly soft. She explored tentatively, and the innocence of it combined with the heat of her mouth had my hips lifting off the bed.

“God, baby. Just like that.” My hand came up to tangle in her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”

She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. Then, she took me deeper.

I forced myself to stay still, to let her set the pace, though every instinct screamed for me to thrust into that perfect heat.

“Sloane.” My voice was ragged. “I’m not going to last if you keep going.”

She pulled back, her lips swollen and wet, looking up at me with a smile that was pure sin. “Good.”

She took me deep again, her hands moving in time with her sexy little mouth. And I was lost. The sight of her, the feel of her tongue working me, the small sounds she made…. Pleasure built in me, white-hot and demanding.

“Baby, I’m close. You need to—” I tried to warn her, tried to give her a chance to pull away, but she just sucked harder, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My entire body going rigid as pleasure tore through me. Sloane took everything I gave her, gentling her touch as I came down. Pressing soft kisses to my hip, my thigh, my stomach.

“Come here,” I said, my voice wrecked.

She crawled up my body and I kissed her, held her, cherished her.

I rolled us, pinning her beneath me. “That was so fucking good.”

She smiled, and I took my time worshipping her body as she’d worshipped mine. I pulled her all the way to the edge, then met her wide-eyed gaze and watched as she tipped fully over.

There was nothing hotter on the planet.