Since the cab, I say, but only in my head. I’m spared a real answer when he parts my lower lips and his tongue swipes across my exposed clit. “Oh my God,” I practically shout.
Knox lifts his head. “Shhhhh, these walls are thin and no one gets to hear you but me.”
His tongue continues to twist and turn, hitting all the important areas. My body jerks on the bed, but without my fingers in his hair I have nothing to hold on to. I grab a sheet, twisting and pulling it in wonderful agony. My stomach tightens as the orgasm builds. Starting in my core, my chest tightens. Ihold my breath waiting for the delicious release.
Knox circles my opening with two fingers before there’s a few quick rubs and I’m holding my breath as my body tightens. My eyes squeeze closed as my back arches toward the ceiling. I do my best to muffle my moan with a hand over my mouth, but the orgasm takes over and I open in a silent scream.
Knox’s pants come as hard as mine when he raiseshis head from between my legs. “Please, dear God, tell me you brought a condom.”
“In the,” I suck in air between each word, “right pocket of my snow pants.”
My body falls back to the bed as my muscles uncoil. Knox is just as fucking amazing as I remember him. A small section of my mind has always thought maybe my alcohol-riddled mind made him out to be better than he was. Or worse, maybe I wasn’tas good at the deed as I thought and that’s why he never mentioned it.
But that? What he just did. That was amazing.
Those three and a half minutes were all the reminder I need to reassure me Knox and I fit.
