His free hand comes up to cradle my jaw. “Eyes on me.”
I lift my gaze to his, and that’s when he tips the bottle of very expensive Russian wine over me.
A thin stream of ruby liquid spills onto my chest, cool at first, then warming. It trails down the swell of my breasts, pooling beneath them before dripping onto my stomach.
I gasp, arching into the sensation.
Knox’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide at the sight of me. “Fuck,” he breathes, staring at the wine dripping from my nipples. “Look at those beautiful tits.”
My nerves go up in flames, and I’m so wet I’m sure my arousal will leak down my thighs any moment now.
Knox sets the bottle aside without tearing his gaze away from my wine-soaked skin.
Then he leans in.
His tongue flicks across the skin above my heart, following the path the wine carved.
He keeps licking, going down my cleavage, his mouth hot, his breath hotter.
My entire body trembles.
He grins against my skin, savoring my response, then he travels down to my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I moan as he sucks the wine off it with such decadent hunger my head thuds back.
A ragged sound breaks from my throat, and my breath stutters as he sucks harder and deeper. I don’t know where to put my hands, so they end up gripping his shoulders, trying to anchor myself while he steals every ounce of composure I have left.
“Oh God, Knox.”
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes and grins. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
“That… can’t be true.” I try to catch my breath.
“Oh, it most certainly is, love.”
He kisses down the center of my stomach, following the last of the wine as it trickles toward my pussy.
Each slow brush of his lips punches air from my lungs.
Each pass of his tongue drags me deeper into the kind of need that makes rational thought impossible.
“Knox…” My voice shakes.
He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs wider. “Lean back, love. Let me finish my drink.”
Before I can move, his thumbs press gently into the soft crease of my thighs, guiding me open. Then he stares at my pussy and licks his lips before burying his head.
His tongue slides over the inside of my thigh, tasting the wine that dripped there.
He follows every stray line of it, licking slowly, possessively, until he reaches my clit.
I’m shaking so badly my heels slide on the counter. He steadies me with a hand on my hip, his fingers firm and grounding.
“Knox…please.”
He exhales a quiet laugh against my skin. “Already begging?” He presses a soft kiss to the tip of my clit, over the ache he’s building. “I’m just getting started.”
He dives back in, tracing his tongue from the very bottom of me all the way up in one long stroke that pulls a cry from my lungs.
My hand flies to his hair. “Oh… God?—”
