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“You want that?” My eyes fluttered shut, all my concentration on not coming right that very second. I was drunk on the power I held over him, on how much he needed me. Knox was such a giver. He gave and gave to everyone, but here, in this place, I could give to him. I could reduce him to growls and snarls and low moans as he fucked me harder and harder.
“You know I do. Not gonna go till you do.”
“That’s…” I started a tease, then had to abandon it in favor of moaning. He hammered me hard enough the new headboard shook. Hell, my teeth might have rattled, and still, I wanted more. I was going to drown in how damn good every thrust was. “Not fair. Fuck.”
“That’s it.” Knox’s sound of pure triumph was what did it. Not his slippery fist. Not his unerring thrusts. That noise in the back of his throat, the gleam in his eyes, the quirk of his lips, the lift in his shoulders. He was so fucking proud of himself, and so was I. Something gave way inside my chest. Not orgasm. Bigger. Scarier. More all-encompassing. It truly did pull me under, but I basked in the sheer overwhelming sensations.
“Coming. God.” Like Knox needed my warning. I shot so hard I hit my chin, painting my stomach and chest with ropes of come. He fucked me right through the orgasm, speeding up as his climax claimed him.
“Me too.” And wow. I was so damn glad I had my eyes open as he came, joy transforming his features, all that earlier wonder and triumph giving way to pure joy. It was beautiful, no other word for it other than, perhaps, humbling. And tender, the way he ran a hand down my chest, chuckling at our mess before taking care of the condom.
“Okay, I hereby declare this room officially christened.” Still laughing, Knox retrieved my towel from the floor, swiping halfheartedly at the mess before giving up and letting me take over.
“Is that what we were doing?” I couldn’t help laughing too. And perhaps he was right. Because I’d fucked before. Had sex before. And this wasn’t that. It wasn’t even in the same ballpark. Christening. Something sacred. Yeah, that sounded more like it.
“Yep.”
“Are we going to have to do this in every room?” I faked alarm to watch him chortle harder.
“Have to? No. Get to? Hell yeah.” He tickled my still-sticky side, teasing loose yet another belly laugh.
“God bless Aunt Henri and this giant house.” For the first time, I saw the house’s appeal. Knox’s obvious pleasure at transforming this suite had revealed possibilities for the rest of the house. Maybe I’d been burdened before by a lack of imagination. I still wasn’t entirely sure why Aunt Henri had picked me, but with Knox looking at me with those twinkling dark eyes, I sure was grateful.
“Lots of rooms.” He beamed at me. “Lots of summer.”
Not enough. Not enough. I nodded, but it wasn’t ever going to be enough time, enough weeks, enough Knox to suit me.
Chapter Sixteen
Monroe
“Okay, this one is my favorite.” I took another bite of ice cream, mentally adding two miles to my morning run. But the treat was more than worth any worries over the caloric splurge.
“You say that about all the flavors.” Knox laughed and swung his feet back and forth. He was perched on the edge of a large wooden picnic table while I sat on the bench. He, too, was worth the splurge. I was rapidly reaching a point where I couldn’t deny him anything. When he’d proposed pizza and ice cream after a long day stripping wallpaper downstairs at the house, I’d readily agreed.
“They’re all good.” I forced a laugh. When he’d suggested dining in rather than takeout so we could escape the musty heat of the house and paint fumes, I’d agreed to that as well, even if my gaze did keep darting around to see who might be watching this gorgeous young man and me. Could strangers guess we were more than friends? The intensity of my feelings made me lose the ability to judge. Trying to make myself relax, I licked the back of my spoon. “But this time, I mean it. Bigfoot caramel crunch is addictive.”
“You should taste mine.” Knox scooped a generous amount from the untouched side of his dish. “The coconut fudge ripple tastes like melted candy bars. So good.”
He held out the bite, and I might have taken it had we been anywhere other than downtown Safe Harbor. I spotted Sam’s parents on the other side of the parking lot, along with others from the church. Couldn’t risk starting gossip.
“Not now.” I waved the spoon away, hating how his face fell.
“What?” He frowned, then followed my gaze. Beyond the church group of retirees, several young families were sprawled on the grass, kids running around them. At least some of those folks had to know Rob and Jessica too. “Oh. Public. I forgot. I’ll save you a bite for in the car.”
