I set the dress on the floor and take off the boots next because they’re easier, safer. At least for a few seconds. Whatever I take off next will bare me to him.
I choose my bra and try to keep my hands steady as I undo the little butterfly clasp in the front.
The cool air brushes against my skin as my breasts spill out, tightening my nipples. With a deep, deep breath, I roll my panties down my legs and step out of them, instantly heightening the anticipation in the room.
My hair falls over my shoulder, covering me, but the moment I straighten, that’s it. I have nothing left to cover me or shield me from the heat of Knox’s stare.
I don’t know what I expected to happen when he saw me like this, but it wasn’t him looking at me like he’s never seen a naked woman before. Or looking at me like I’m something…special.
I’m sure I’m just seeing things. Knox Vale would have had countless women in his bed.
There’s definitely nothing special about me. I’m staring at a man who could have anything and any woman he wants. Pretty sure I’m just a joke to him. The loser. The pawn. The contract.
Yet his eyes tell a different story. The desire brimming within those blue depths argues with me without words, telling me I’m wrong.
He steps forward, back into my personal space, and presses a finger to my lips. Tracing a line, he moves down to my jaw and down my throat, where he lingers while his gaze drifts to my breasts.
“Isla Monroe.” He sounds like he’s going to say something more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves to my lips, and damn me, I lean toward him, too.
Another scorching-soul kiss claims my mouth, and I guess that must be part of tasting me.
Knox’s hard body forces mine against the wall, sending shivers through me. It’s like I’ve been waiting for this wild, unexpected moment all my life.
His warmth seeps into me, then his touch and his consuming kiss steal the remnants of my senses, bending my will to the sheer possession of him.
With his lips still on mine, he runs his hands down my shoulders and across my breasts. He squeezes the large swells, his thumbs rolling over my nipples.
“These are begging for my tongue,” Knox whispers against my lips, his voice low and warm, then he leans down to lick across the top of my breasts. “While I suck on your tits, you’re going to imagine my mouth devouring your clit.”
When his mouth closes over my right nipple, streaks of hot fire race over my skin.
I want to say something, but my mind struggles to form words. Whatever I would have said becomes lost to the moans that fall from my lips.
He swirls his tongue around the tip of my nipple and sucks in more of my breast until his mouth is full of it. I arch into him, feeling like a traitor to myself. But pleasure has me hooked in my villain’s grasp, and I don’t want to break free. I can’t even remember why I’d want to be free of him.
God. I’m supposed to be the loser here?
It neither looks nor feels that way.
Knox moves to my other breast, and all I can do is whimper as his tongue flicks across the sharp, tight peak.
Sparks of searing pleasure ripple through my body, igniting my core. Making me want more. More of him and whatever he plans to do to me.
“Knox…” I whimper, grabbing his shoulders.
He draws in my nipple and sucks hard. Suddenly, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and I do exactly what he told me to. I imagine him between my legs, licking and sucking my clit, devouring me.
The image sends a pang of arousal through my soul, and I moan out loud.
I hardly manage to catch my breath when he picks me up and carries me over to his desk. With one sweep, he shoves the stack of documents to the floor and sets me on top.
“Spread your legs for me, love,” he growls. And I obey.
I lean back onto my elbows and spread my legs.
The look in his eyes as he stares down at my pussy is feral, the rawness sending a shudder of anticipation through me. When his eyes meet mine again, those blue eyes freeze me in place.
“Perfect. Simply perfect,” he groans, then he kneels before me, and his hands are on my thighs.
