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He took my hand and guided me. My legs shook as I managed to put one on the running board and step up, then slid onto the cold seat.
The door closed and I let out a breath, trying to think whether a guy had ever made me lose my mind so fast before. The answer was an easy no. I would’ve let Knox bang me against the car in a heartbeat.
CHAPTER23
KNOX
Once I shut Quincy in the passenger seat, I headed around to the driver’s side and sucked in a deep breath of cold air, hoping it would cool my blood.
It didn’t.
I’d never reacted to a woman the way I did to Quincy. Never gotten so lost in someone I forgot where we were.
I’d tried my best to stay away from her all week, but look where that had gotten me. Desperate to get inside her. In a fucking parking lot, for God’s sake.
Fighting my desire for her wasn’t working, so I was damn well going to surrender to it, assuming she was still on board by the time I got her home.
After one more greedy gulp of brisk air, I opened the driver’s door and climbed in.
Immediately I caught Quincy’s feminine scent. I started the engine, cranked up the heat, then pointed the vents upward while the engine warmed. Just long enough to get home.
I took Quincy’s hand, noting it was cold, rubbing it between both of mine. When she looked over at me and smiled, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and kissed her, just a taste before I took her home.
She met me eagerly, her lids lowering. Her mouth was like some kind of drug I couldn’t live without now that I’d tried it—the softness, the warm heat, the sweetness with a trace of liquor.
My dick throbbed against my jeans to the point of pain that only Quincy could soothe. I tugged her toward me at the same time I pushed the seat all the way back, letting my body override anything my brain might’ve said.
“Come here,” I growled out.
As she straddled me with no hesitation, I grasped the backs of her bare thighs underneath that sexy, fluttery miniskirt. My hands slid up to her perfect ass, and I reveled in the feel of her cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, eliciting a moan from her as she kissed me.
Our tongues met, swirled, danced together as I arched up to press my aching cock into her softness. The friction between our bodies made the pain better and worse at once. Attempting to sidetrack my dick from being too selfish, I pushed her sweater and her bra up to unleash her luscious breasts. I palmed them, molded them, feasted my eyes on the milky orbs in the near darkness.
When I could no longer resist the berry-pink tip, I brought her nipple to my mouth and fastened my lips over it, suckling and swirling my tongue around it, toying with it, learning what she loved most based on the telling sounds she made.
Her hands on my shoulders, breast in my mouth, she ground her pelvis into me, circling and rubbing herself over my dick until I was ready to explode out of my jeans.
“Fuck, Quincy,” I managed.
Abruptly she lifted away from me. My eyes popped open in confusion. She stretched over the console and grabbed her purse, unzipped a compartment, and took out a condom.
When she’d lowered herself back onto me, sitting on my thighs, she ripped the packet open, gazed at me with a hungry look, and went to work on my belt buckle. While she undid my pants, I helped myself to her gorgeous breasts again, pinching her nipples, kneading all that smooth flesh in my palms, trying to sidetrack myself from the blood still pounding to my dick.
Once she had my pants unzipped, her fingers closed around me. Sweet Jesus, she was an angel with a magic touch. I raised my hips so she could get my jeans down far enough to free me. She stroked me, fondled my balls, swiped a finger over my tip, all of it making my eyes cross and my breath catch. I’d nearly stopped breathing altogether by the time she rolled the condom down my length.
Somehow enough blood got to my brain for me to figure out to recline the seat, giving us more room. Still wearing her hot-as-fuck, knee-high boots, Quincy rose above me, pulled her barely there panties to the side, and lowered her gorgeous body until she impaled herself on me, her slick heat making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Mmm,” she said as she circled her pelvis against me, taking me deeper inside. “You’re perfect, Knox.”
Her words revved me as much as her tight body did. She rose and lowered herself slowly, as if she were savoring every inch of friction. In ecstasy, I wove my fingers through her silky hair, palmed her cheek. Our gazes met and locked, and though there was barely enough light to see, her eyes sparkled with intensity. It was somehow the most intimate, soul-baring moment of my life.
As she slid down again, her lids fluttered closed and she moaned, the sound sensual and primitive and so fucking erotic. In the confines of the SUV, I was at her mercy, without enough room to move. I’d never been more content to give over my control.
When Quincy moved faster, my hands landed on her ass cheeks beneath her skirt, grasping her, feeling the contraction of her muscles, pulling her into me with every thrust of her hips. She clung to me as a sheen of sweat covered both of us, the SUV turning into a steamy sauna now that the heat was blowing out of the vents. I couldn’t be bothered with doing something about it as she took me higher, became more frantic, our bodies moving as one in perfect concert, like this was meant to be. Like we were meant to be.
“Knox,” she said in a shallow exhale. “I’m coming. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.” She let out the sexiest sound as her body contracted around mine.
I couldn’t have held on if I wanted to.
