Knox straightened on a groan and dropped his forehead to mine as we worked each other with eager hands.
“Need you in a bed,” he growled as a drop of moisture leaked over my fingers.
I gripped him harder, stroked faster. “I sure hope you can get us to one because I can’t walk.”
“Damn, baby. Slow the fuck down,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
But I wasn’t listening. I was too busy matching the pump of his fingers inside me.
I gasped when he pulled out of my throbbing core. “Mean!” I hissed against his neck.
But just when my body felt desolate over the loss, he tossed me over his shoulder.
“Knox!”
His only acknowledgment was a resounding slap on my behind.
“Which room?” he demanded, taking the stairs two at a time.
I was dizzy with lust and vertigo. “This one,” I managed. In seconds I found myself on my back in bed with the naked Knox ranging himself over me.
“Oh my God. Is this really happening?”
Whoops. I hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud.
“Do not come to your senses yet,” he ordered.
“No sense here. Promise.”
He was too busy looking pained to be amused. I couldn’t blame him after I got my first good look at his erection. It was arousing, intimidating. A thick, purple-headed leader in the world of erect penises. I got a little dizzy when Knox fisted it.
I hoped to God he knew how to use it. Few things were more disappointing in this life than a well-endowed man who had no clue how to use his equipment.
Apparently it wasn’t time to find out though, because Knox slid down my body, parting my legs and draping them over his shoulders.
When he pressed his face between my legs, my stomach muscles contracted so hard I worried I’d pulled something. Oh. God. His beard was abrasive between my thighs, and I freaking loved it.
His tongue. For being a man of few words, his tongue was pure magic.
He paired long greedy strokes with short, shallow thrusts. In a matter of seconds, I was ready to come.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I whimpered, gripping his hair.
He stopped immediately, earning serious points.
“What’s wrong? You okay?” Concern warred with need in those steely blue-gray eyes.
“This is a one-time thing.” I needed to say it aloud. To remind myself that this was the one and only time I was going to let Knox Morgan make me come.
“One time,” he agreed, still watching me closely. “Final offer.”
“Don’t talk like a game show host when your face is between my legs.”
“Don’t ask me to have a conversation when you were just about to come on my God damn tongue.”
“Point taken,” I said. My insides were actually pulsing with greedy desire. “One-time thing. Make it count.”
“Then you better hang the fuck on.”
It was a good thing I did as he told me because a second or two after my hands wrapped around the brass headboard, he did something magical with his tongue at the same time that he crooked his fingers inside me and my entire body imploded.
I closed so tight around his fingers I worried he was going to need an X-ray. Not worried enough to stop and check, of course. Because I was in the middle of the best orgasm of my life and I had priorities. If I had broken his fingers, he didn’t seem to mind because he just kept right on licking me through my bone-shattering release.
“Still coming. I can feel you,” he said on a groan.
At least, that’s what I thought he said. My ears were ringing like I was in a church bell tower on Sunday morning.
“Gonna need a minute,” I gasped, fighting to get oxygen into my lungs.
“Uh-uh. Making it count,” he said from somewhere that sounded very far away. “Besides, I want to slide my cock in you while you’re still coming.”
“’Kay.”
I heard the distinct crinkle of the wrapper from either a Pop-Tart or a condom. It appeared to be the latter because the wide crest of his erection was prodding at my very core.
He paused long enough to swipe his tongue over each of my breasts before rising up on his knees.
He looked like a vengeful warrior. Tattooed and muscled. His lids heavy, chest heaving. At least I wasn’t the only one having a damn good time, I realized.
It was my last coherent thought before he thrust his hips and buried that long, thick weapon of mass destruction inside me.
Our eyes locked, and his face froze in agonized pleasure and triumph as he hit the very end of me.
I didn’t realize I’d spasmed up into an ab curl until he put one of those big hands on my chest and pressed me back down to the mattress.