Page 66 of Last First Date

“See?” I murmured, still staring at her. I stood behind her, close enough to feel the heat coming off her body. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. The tension in the room intensified. I couldn’t bring myself to let go of her wrists.

“Waverly, you’re beautiful,” I said, and it was nothing but the truth. She always was, but in this moment she was beyond that, ethereal, captivating. Despite the blush on her cheeks, she met my gaze in the mirror.

“Knox.” There was something in her eyes, a silent plea that I couldn’t quite decipher.

The air around us felt charged, ready to crackle and burst into flames any second. I took a deep breath and loosened my grip on her wrists. But instead of pulling away like I thought she would, she turned around to face me.

Her gaze was steady, her lips slightly parted. Any hint of her earlier nervousness had vanished. There was a challenge in her eyes. A dare. I felt like we’d crossed an unspoken line here in the dressing room surrounded by silk and lace and satin. I couldn’t form words for a moment and ended up doing the only thing on my mind.

I kissed her.

27

WAVERLY

My heart seized as his lips met mine. Time stood still. The world narrowed and faded until it was just Knox and me in the small dressing room surrounded by delicate lingerie.

His touch was soft and his lips warm. It sent jolts of electricity through my body. I responded without thinking, my hands moving up to hold on to his broad shoulders. I had pictured this moment a thousand times in my head, each fantasy different from the one before, but none of them came close to the reality of it.

The first kiss in his office had been good, but this was incredible.

I leaned into him, encouraging him to keep kissing me. And he did, in a way that made me forget everything else. I forgot I was wearing a very skimpy bit of lingerie in front of my boss. In that moment, he wasn’t my boss. He was the sexy man with his tongue halfway down my throat.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer. The sparkles on the lingerie bit into my skin as I was pressed against him, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of his lips on mine and the taste of him, which was intoxicating. His fingers traced patterns over my bare sides, and every touch felt like heaven.

“Knox,” I breathed when we finally broke apart for air. My heart pounded like a wild drum in my chest. His dark eyes met mine, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. His lips, swollen from our kiss, curled into a smile that sent shivers down my spine.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice raspy as if he’d been running for miles. He pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as if savoring the moment. I could hear the ragged rhythm of his breath intermingle with mine.

“Knox,” I whispered, my hands reaching up to thread through his hair, not caring that I was messing it up.

“You drive me wild,” he groaned.

Part of me wasn’t entirely sure this was real. I’d had more than my fair share of fantasies about him in the last few days. When he slid his hand down to cup my breast and then pinch my nipple that was hard against the sheer lace, I knew it was very real.

“And so do you,” I confessed, barely able to find my voice. The world outside the dressing room had vanished entirely.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing myself to be lost in our shared desires. He moved one hand to the small of my back, pulling me even closer until our bodies molded together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The smell of his skin and the cologne he wore was intoxicating, sending wave after wave of desire crashing through me.

His lips trailed from mine down to my neck, leaving small love bites that made me want more. The lace of the lingerie was nothing compared to the feel of his warm skin against me. The scratchy lace rubbed against my nipple, heightening my pleasure. His fingers slipped past the delicate fabric, tracing the curve of my hips before moving upward to explore further.

Every part of me wanted this man. His mouth kissed over my chest and then returned to my lips. As he kissed me, he carefully guided me backward until I was standing in front of the sofa. Once again, he gently pushed me down until I was sitting on the sofa with him standing over me. The look of raw hunger in his eyes sent a spiral of heat through me.

He dropped to his knees in front of me. I gasped when he reached for the delicate lace panties and yanked them down. He tossed them over his shoulder and jerked my butt so it was resting on the edge of the sofa. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear nothing else. I was frozen by desire.

“Relax,” Knox whispered, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently rubbed my inner thighs. His touch was electrifying, making my body tense with anticipation.

I nodded at him, too breathless to speak. His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger that sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, he moved closer until his mouth met the bare skin of my thigh. His lips were hot and soft against me.

My fingers dug into the cushions of the sofa as he continued to tease me with his mouth. Each soft kiss and nibble from him made my heart pound harder in my chest. When his lips finally met the apex between my thighs, I released a gasp that was half-surprise, half-delight. He looked up at me, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his sweet torture.

I looked down at him, my hands moving from the cushions to his hair, encouraging him, guiding him. The heat building inside of me was unbearable. It spread through my entire body like wildfire. His tongue moved in ways that made me writhe and squirm under his touch. Our shared breaths filled the small dressing room. I trusted the door was locked, or if it wasn’t, the saleswoman wouldn’t come in and find me spread eagle with Knox’s face between my legs.

He nibbled at my clit, and I no longer cared. It felt too good to care about anything except for what he was doing to my body.

I whimpered his name again and again. It seemed to be the only word I could form.

My body was singing with delight. I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sight was erotic and surreal. My back arched off the sofa, my chest heaving with each ragged breath, my face flushed with desire. And there was Knox, completely lost in the moment. He was giving me his full attention.