Page 105 of The Quiet After The Fall

I break away just long enough to breathe, but he doesn’t let us stay apart for long. His mouth claims mine again, hungrier this time, and then his hands are under me, gripping my ass, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he drags me against his cock, groaning into my mouth.

“Please,” I say. “I need you.” My breath comes in shallow pants. I’m ready to rip our clothes off, push him onto the grass, and take what I want.

But I don’t have to.

He walks me back until my spine hits the wall, rougher than normal, knocking the breath out of me for a second.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, fumbling with his belt, using the wall to hold me up.

“Don’t be,” I pant. “I can handle it.” I grind against him as much as I can, but it’s not enough.

“Fuck, Sawyer—” His voice breaks, and he kisses me, sliding his tongue between my teeth, licking into my mouth. One hand fists into my hair and he tilts my head exactly where he wants it, swallowing my needy moans.

His lips move to my jaw and down my throat, teeth grazing my skin, making my core ache. I tip my head back to give him more room.

“Knox,” I gasp when he sucks hard enough to leave a mark.

He pulls back to look at me with dark, heated eyes, then he hauls me over his shoulder. “Not here. I need to take my time.”

I let out a sound that’s half laugh, half gasp and brace my hands against the solid muscle of his back.

“I could get used to this.”

He cups my ass to hold me steady, smacking it playfully as he carries me across the lawn. “You got it. Carrying you everywhere from now on.”

Such a wiseass. A sweet wiseass, though. Who would have thought I’d ever call Knox Aldrich sweet.

He kicks the door shut behind us and tosses me on the bed. I bounce a little, catching my breath as I watch him look down at me, chest rising and falling like he’s barely holding onto his control.

“I want you in every way possible,” he says, voice low and rough. “I want your mouth. I want to bury myself in that ass. I want to feel you come around my fingers before I even get inside you. I want to hear you beg for it, and then I want to give you exactly what you’re begging for.”

His words have me aching. Literally throbbing, dying to be fucked.

“You’re looking at me like you want that too. Am I right, baby?”

“You know I do,” I say.

“Then take off your clothes. Let me look at you.”

I sit up on my knees, feeling his eyes on me like a physical touch, and pull my nightshirt over my head slowly, dragging it out to tease him. My underwear are off next, and I toss them both aside without breaking eye contact.

He doesn’t move from the edge of the bed, but I see the subtle shift in his body language. He’s memorizing every detail.

“Fucking perfect.”

Heat spreads up my neck and to my face, but I don’t argue him. If he thinks I’m perfect, then I’ll take it.

He crooks his finger, and I crawl down the bed toward him, my sensitive nipples grazing the blanket as I move. Once I reach him, he touches his zipper. “Take them off.”

I raise a brow and roll my lip between my teeth, doing exactly what he asked. Button first, then zipper, before tugging them down to his knees. His cock’s jutting out of his boxers, thick and hard. I don’t think or wait for direction. I pull his boxers down, wrap my fingers around the base of his length, and suck.

“God…your mouth.” He clutches onto my hair, and his breathing goes sharp and ragged.

I let saliva pool in my mouth, and swirl my tongue around his head, loving how he’s losing control.

“Fuck, just like that.” His hand tightens in my hair, guiding without forcing, and I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks the way I know drives him crazy. His hips rock, as he hits the back of my throat. “Sawyer…God,” he groans, pulling back, tugging himself out of my mouth with a shaky breath. A string of saliva follows. “Shit…I don’t want to come yet.”