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A throb starts low in my belly at him calling me baby. “I think I have decent fashion sense.”
He’s smiling. “What are your thoughts about wearing my T-shirt to bed and nothing else?”
Oh Jesus. The man is trying to kill me. “I um, wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
Knox presses his face into my hair, breathing deep. “You always smell good.”
“I do?” My voice is weak, every part of my body on high alert. The way he touches me. The things he says.
It feels too good to be true.
“Yeah. Fucking turns me on, how delicious you smell.”
“You smell good too,” I admit.
“This isn’t about me, Jo. This is about you. And how beautiful you are, even though you can’t see it.” He removes his right hand from beneath my shirt, curling his fingers around my chin, holding my face, his thumb stroking my jaw. As if he can’t stop caressing me. “Look at you.”
His voice is reverent, his heated gaze skimming over my face, like he can’t get enough. I can hardly breathe at the way he studies me. How it makes me feel. As if I’m just as beautiful as he says I am.
It’s not a word I’ve heard much in my life. Oh, my mom and dad would tell me I looked beautiful, but they have to. Friends tell me I look pretty, but usually when I’m dressed up for something. Same with Bryan. He didn’t praise me much.
“Do you see what I see? A beautiful, sexy woman, who I can’t stop thinking about. And it’s not just your outer beauty that gets me. You’re beautiful inside too.” The hand beneath my shirt slides to the spot between my breasts, directly over my heart, making it turn over.
“You really think so?” I sound so doubtful. I’m not surprised by the way he scowls at me. “We barely know each other.”
“We know each other enough that I’ve learned you’re generous and smart. Thoughtful. Patient, because you have to be to tolerate my ass. You’re also pretty funny.”
“I am?”
“You like busting my balls, Sutton.” I turn my head so I can look in his eyes and he slips his fingers beneath my chin, tipping my face up, so he can deliver a soft kiss to my lips. “But I don’t mind.”
I kiss him again, because I can. And because I can’t get enough of him and his sweet words and gestures. Like, what is this world I’m currently living in, with Knox Maguire totally into me?
He eventually pulls away, his fingers directing me to face forward and look in the mirror once more. My eyes are dilated, my lips wet from his kisses. “Tell me you see what I see in you.”
“It’s—hard.” I swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat, wishing I could make him understand what his belief in me feels like. It’s heady and overwhelming and truly mind-blowing. I was with Bryan for years, and he never gave me a boost of confidence like this.
“You know what else is hard?” He thrusts against me, pressing his cock against my ass.
“Um, no. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The look he sends me has me erupting in giggles, and I’m not a giggler. Not until this sweet, sexy man waltzed into my life—well, the bookstore. “Busting my balls like usual.”
“You make it so easy.” A soft gasp leaves me when he curves his hand around my left breast, his fingers lightly pulling at my nipple. An answering pull throbs in between my thighs, and I lean more fully into him, loving how his big body supports me.
He nuzzles my hair away from my neck, his soft lips making me shiver, murmuring how warm I am. How delicious I smell. I close my eyes, lost to the sensation of his mouth on my neck, both of his hands cupping my breasts now, his thumbs rubbing slow circles around my nipples, making everything inside me loose and languid.
“You don’t think we’re moving too—fast?” I ask at one point, my eyes cracking open to find him staring at our reflection. “Are you watching us?”
“It’s hot as hell, Jo. Watch.” He lifts my sweatshirt, slowly exposing me, his hands covering my breasts. “You’re so tiny.”
I know I have small tits, but I don’t think that’s what he’s referring to. “I should take the sweatshirt off.”
He whips it over my head, tossing it aside and now we’re both shirtless. I reach for the hat on his head, yanking it off. “Why are you wearing this?”
“You want the truth?”
Oh no.
