“Yes!” he roars inmyface.
“Why are we yelling?” I thunder back. “Is it going to take an act of God or Congress to get you to be nice to me? I am not that blonde ho bag who did the nasty behindyourback!”
“I don’t know why we’re yelling.” His voice tapers off and his lips twitch just this side of a dirty grin. “But a part of me likes you allriledup.”
I snatch him by the shirt and pull him in hard and bring his mouth inches from mine. “I’ll show youriledup.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! In fact, I’ll shut you up for good with my secret weapon!” I pull him in by the back of the neck and crash his lips to mine. It turns out my secret weapon is my mouth, and I intend on using it to keep Knox moaning and groaning with pleasure until he splatters all over the ceiling. Well, not really, but you get thepicture.
Clothes come tumbling off, the tugging and pulling of fabric, of stubborn elastic, the quick step dance that ensues in order to get everything off below the ankles. Knox walks us backward down the dark hall, past the remnants of my citrus-scented bath, which felt like twelve long years ago. Sylvia is right back to needing relief of this intense ache he’s infused in me, and nobody, not my palm or his five inquisitive sons can temper the flame that’s burning bright in Sylvia’s eyes. Only Knox Toberman’s touch can pull me from this madness, only his mouth can take me where I really want to be. Everything else is simply a fakesecond.
Knox places me on the bed and lands over me on his elbows, his naked hard body pressed to mine, that happy-to-see-you part of him spearing against my thigh like a steel ruler. “The first time I saw you, I said that girl is too beautiful tobereal.”
“Do you want to get yelled at again?” I’m unsure whether to run my hands over his chest or pushhimaway.
A dull laugh rumbles from him, and the vibrations echo throughout my own body right down to Sylvia who’s been begging tohavehim.
“I will do it.” It’s sort of an empty threat on my part, considering the fact those words came out with a hoarse whisper. My breathing picks up hard and heavy and I’m mortified at how little control I really have at the moment. “What are you going to do to me?” I’mhopeful.
“Everything.” His lids hang heavy. His words are flat, yet to the point, assuring me of the fact he’s telling the God’s honesttruth.
Knox runs his hands over me, slow from the top of my torso to the bottom. His hands make a swivel-like motion and one of them slips between my thighs, making my entire body buck to greet him. And I swear on all that is holy, Sylvia just shoutedhellyes!
“There we go,” he pants through a barely-there smile as his fingers glide down to that wet spot waiting for him, and a tiny cry escapes my throat. “That’s my girl. You’re going to saymyname.”
“What?” I try to smack him across the chest and end up offering up a spontaneous rubdown instead. My God, he feelsinsane.
“You’re going to say my name.” Those slight commas on either side of his cheeks depress as if it were a mere fact. As much as Knox has the power to melt me, there is still something inherently obnoxious about him, and truth be told, it makes me want him tentimesmore.
“I think you’re going to saymyname.” I reach down and clasp my hand over that obscenely long, hard as a rock, curved far more than I’m sure it should be—I glance down because I still haven’t reached the end of him. “You’re joking,right?”
For a second I think maybe I’ve accidentally latched onto some abnormally long remote control, but dear God, this is a flesh-covered light saber that looks painfully greedy to impale the nearestprincess.
“That’s no joke, honey”—Knox lands his hot mouth over my neck and takes a gentle bite, just enough to keep me in the moment—“and neither is this.” His tongue runs down my body like a line of fire as he sinks between the girls before veering a hard left. Knox lands his mouth over my nipple and I jump, nearly sending both of usairborne.
“OhmyGod!”
A dark laugh rumbles from him as he comes back to my ear and whispers, “Sayit.”
“Just for that, I won’t.” I might be kind to those in need, but I’m stubborn to a fault where everyone else isconcerned.
“You will.” He sinks back down and gives my boob’s twin sister a good lashing with that long, hot, prehensile tongueofhis.
Oh, wow. My head writhes over the bed at a manic pace. He’s got me. It’s clear Knox is going to torment me until I scream his name from the top of my lungs, and I just might, but not before he beats metoit.
“Okay, that’s it.” I wrestle him off me and cinch my hands around his wrists until I’ve landed him on his back. “You don’t mess with me,” I seethe into those blue lanterns. “It’s time to put some lipglosson.”
“What?” He looks simultaneously concerned andafraid.
I slither my way down his body and curl up alongside him, and there he is. Wow. That’s all I can say. Isn’t there a law against something so big and intrusive? Clearly the only laws Knox is breaking with his penis are the laws of nature. I touch my lips over it, per Lucky’s ridiculous euphemism before landing my tongue over it, and Knox groans as if I’ve just stuck a butter knife into histhigh.
“Relax, cowboy. We’re just getting started.” I twist my neck just enough to look at him, lying there with those drugged eyes, the slight look of agony on his face. “And when you scream my name? I’d like a hard emphasis on the secondsyllable.”
“You are the bossiest woman who has ever been near myballs.”
“Ha!” I bark out a laugh. “You’ll be glad about that in about a minute.” My lips land over him and my stomach seizes with heat. My God, here I am, my mouth over the most tender, technically hardest part of him. I do my best to take in as much as I can only to find out I’m completely unable to take in more than an inch from the tip. Damn girth has my mouth feeling like I’ve wrapped it around a telephone pole. Try as I might, I need to hike over his body and straddle him to even hope to lodge that thing down my throat. No sooner do I crest the ridge of his abdomen than his chest pumps with a laugh, making my bottom jump to theceiling.
