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He kissed my inner thigh where it rested against his cheek, then he moved lower. My fingers fisted in the duvet as he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my core, nuzzling and moaning against my wet flesh.

I rose onto my elbows, watching him. My hips bucked in time with the laps and glides of his hot, skilled tongue. My fingers dug into his hair as my body tightened with need, and he pressed one thick finger deep inside.

“Knox,” I whined, my body moving against him.

He added a second finger in answer and curled both digits until I gasped in pleasure.

I collapsed backward, breaths rasping, and I let the man work. When my climax broke over me, Knox drank it in.

He climbed onto the bed when my spiral ended. He kissed me gently, as if I was precious, before returning his attention to my fully sated body. Rousing me again in moments.

I rose with intent, still damp with sweat and soft with satisfaction as I pulled a condom from my nightstand drawer.

His sharp blue eyes moved between mine. “Are you sure?”

I pushed him down onto the bedspread in answer. I kissed his fabulous chest and military-blessed abs, then I opened the condom wrapper with my teeth and straddled him so he could watch me roll it on him.

I inched forward, sliding against him, dragging the hot wet heat of me over the impossibly impressive length of him. And I smiled at the slew of filthy words that fell from his lips in response.

Knox pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply, the taste of my satisfaction still on his tongue.

I reached between us, guiding him to my opening. “Are you sure?” I asked, offering his question back to him.

His brooding, sexy face brightened in a cheeky grin, and his hips bucked up to meet me, ready to position himself inside.

I pushed him back down, regaining control and holding his shoulders against the bed with my palms. His big hands gripped my thighs as I sank onto him. I moaned and squirmed as he stretched me to my limits, the delicious tug and pull of it making me both frantic and weak.

Knox urged me up and down the length of him, guiding me with his hands as I slowly rocked my hips in time. I clenched around him, feeling my climax stir once more. Then he sat, pulling my ankles behind him and sucking one nipple deep into his mouth as I rode.

Making love with Knox felt like worship. I didn’t want it to end.

I clung to him as our sweaty torsos slid together, releasing control yet again, giving in to the pleasure as he thrust inside me.

Then Knox turned us in an instant, suddenly pressing my back to the bed and covering me with his body. Burying himself deep inside once more. His hips moved faster, harder. More urgent.

Frenzied.

And my climax mounted.

“Come with me,” he said. The words were a growl. A demand. “Come on, baby. You’re right there. I can feel it.” He pushed a hand between us, his thumb pressing and circling my most sensitive spot. His hips worked harder against me, spreading my legs impossibly wide.

My moans came louder, wilder, as I thoroughly relinquished control. I groped at the hot ridges of his lean, muscled torso. Desperate to hold on, to pull him in, utterly lost in the bliss and ecstasy. The sounds of his fervent, praising words and the rhythmic connection of our bodies tore me completely apart. Pushed me to the brink. And I fell.

“There you are,” he whispered. Knox sucked the skin at the base of my neck. Ran his tongue along the underside of my jaw. “Right. Fucking. There.” His hips moved in time with the words, pounding against me, punctuating the command, sending me over the edge once more.

And I cried his name in reverie.

Chapter 29

Sloane

Later, as we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on overheated skin, I let myself believe he wouldn’t leave me when this was over. That he’d stay on the island, and we’d work this out, because he felt this way too. That whatever it was between us, was the stuff of romance novels and fairytales. A gift everyone wanted and so few ever found.

I’d nearly drifted into satisfied exhaustion when Knox’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He tensed, reaching for it. “Nash.”

I lifted my head, watching his expression shift from relaxed to alert in seconds.