She looked down. “He never thought I was good enough for him.”
“Baby, truth is, on his best day, he was never gonna be good enough for you, and he fucking knew it.”
So he’d manipulated her and he’d tried to prove he was better by showing he was stronger, more powerful. By using force. And it only would have gotten worse.
“Damn it, Knox. You cannot be sweet to me right now!”
“Do not cry. Do not shed one more tear over some asshole who never deserved you in the first place. Or I’m going to go break both his arms and legs.”
She cast her eyes down then looked back up at me. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being here. For…taking care of me and cleaning up my mess. It really means a lot.”
I thumbed away another stray tear. “What did I say about crying?”
“That one was for you, not him.”
Instead of hunting Warner down and kicking him in the gut until my boot wore through, I did something more important. I lowered my mouth to take hers.
She instantly went soft and pliable against me. Surrendering. I spun us around so she had her back to the door.
“Knox?” she whispered.
Then I pressed my knee between her thighs and pinned her against the door with my hips as I plundered her mouth. She melted against me, eager and needy.
I was instantly hard.
The sexy little moan she made in the back of her throat when I ground my erection against her made me lose my fucking mind. I licked and kissed and tasted her until the air around us was electrified, until the pulse in my blood matched the beat of her heart.
I pumped my cock against her once, twice, three times, before shoving my hand between our bodies and under that skirt that I loved to hate.
When I found the silk edge of her underwear, I growled. I knew just by the touch it was one of the pairs I’d bought her. And I loved knowing she wore something I gave her close to her skin in a place I’d be the only one to see.
“He doesn’t deserve one second of your energy. Never did,” I said, yanking the underwear to the side with more haste than finesse.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes glazed with desire.
“Reminding you what you deserve.”
I thrust two fingers into her wet heat and swallowed her cry with my mouth. She was already rippling around me, begging to come. “Do you want me to stop?” My voice was harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t be soft, gentle, when she was making me harder than concrete.
“If you stop, I’ll murder you,” she groaned.
“That’s my girl,” I said, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.
I fucked her with my fingers, starting slow and building speed. I held her gaze with an obsessive desire to watch the orgasm I gave her ruin her. But I needed something more. I needed to taste her.
She whimpered when I dropped to my knees. The whimper became a low moan when I pressed my mouth between her legs.
“Ride my hand, Naomi. Ride it while I make you come. Remember who you are. What you deserve.”
It was the last order I gave, because my tongue was busy teasing circles over her sensitive clit. She tasted like heaven as she bucked against my face.
My dick throbbed behind my zipper with a need so intense I didn’t recognize it. Mine. I wanted to claim her, to make her mine so assholes knew they didn’t have a chance.
“Knox,” she whimpered, and I felt the clutch and pull of her around my fingers. It was fucking beautiful.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmured. “Feel me in you.”
I sucked gently while working the swollen bud with my tongue.
She let out a wrenching moan, and I felt her come apart around my fingers. She was a miracle. A work of art. And no one deserved her. Not Warner. Not even me.
But not deserving something wasn’t going to stop me from taking.
The waves broke. The clenching became a languid flutter, and still my cock ached. I wanted to thrust into her and feel the echoes of her orgasm on my shaft.
Then she was pulling me to my feet, and her fingers were at my belt. My palms went to the door as she reverently released my erection, and she sank to her knees.
“You don’t have to do this, Naomi.” My whisper was harsh with need.
“I want to.”
Her lips were parted. I felt her hot breath on my thigh, and my cock jerked. She made an approving noise, and before I could say or do anything, those perfect pink lips were parting, and my tip disappeared between them.
It was like a lightning strike.
My last coherent thought was that the only thing that saved Warner Fuckface from the beating of his life was Naomi’s perfect mouth on my cock.