Oh.
Wow.
My entire body flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the shower water.
“I’d like to remember that,” I whispered.
His eyes dropped to my lips. “I can help you remember.”
He was leaning in. I was leaning in. The water cascaded over us, warm and endless, and then his mouth was on mine and I forgot everything else entirely.
This kiss was nothing compared to the first one. That had been tender, tearful, full of relief. This was hungry. Demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I opened for him eagerly, tasting him, wanting more. His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and he pulled me against him until there was no space left between us. My nipples pressed against his chest and I whimpered at the contact, my whole body sparking with need. He kissed me deeper, his tongue stroking against mine, and I felt myself getting wet in a way that had nothing to do with the shower.
My legs, those treacherous limbs that had been failing me all day, finally gave out completely. I would have collapsed if Knox hadn’t been holding me. Instead, he just lifted me up, pressed me against the shower wall, and settled my legs around his waist without breaking the kiss.
Oh. Oh yes. This was... this was very good.
His cock pressed right against my center now, only the thin wet fabric of his briefs separating us. I could feel every inch of him exactly where I needed him. He rocked his hips and the head of his cock dragged against my clit and I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” I breathed against his lips. “Knox...”
He groaned my name in response, low and desperate, and the sound vibrated through my entire body. His hips moved again, grinding against me, his cock sliding through my folds with onlythat thin barrier between us. The friction was maddening. Not enough. I wanted more. I wanted him to rip those briefs off and push inside me. I wanted to feel him fill me up, stretch me open, fuck me against this shower wall until I couldn’t remember my own name.
Ha. Pun intended.
“Please,” I heard myself whimper. “Knox, please, I need...”
The room door opened.
“Knox?” Noah’s voice called from outside the bathroom door.
Knox went still, his forehead dropping to mine, his eyes squeezing shut. He looked pained, reluctant, his whole body trembling with the effort of stopping. His lips found my neck and he kissed me there, soft and lingering, as he answered his brother.
“What,” he growled against my skin.
I bit back a moan as his mouth moved along my throat.
Noah chuckled from beyond the bathroom door. “Sorry, asshole. But I got news you don’t want to miss.”
Knox nipped at my neck one more time before pulling back slightly. “What is it.”
“We found the brunette.”
My eyes went wide. Knox met my gaze, surprise and satisfaction on his face. They found her. The woman who had been standing next to my IV with a syringe. They actually found her.
“We’ll be right out,” Knox called back.
He helped me down gently, carefully, making sure my feet were stable before he released me. Then he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me with such tenderness that my chest ached.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I want answers,” I said. “I want to know who she is and what she was doing.”
He nodded, his expression hardening. “Then let’s go get some answers.”
He dried me off with efficient hands, then retrieved a set of clothes from a bag I hadn’t noticed before. Soft sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt that smelled exactly the way he did, fresh underwear. He helped me dress with the same patient care he’d shown all day, and by the time I was clothed, I felt almost human again.
Knox was still in his drenched boxers when we stepped out of the bathroom. Noah was waiting in the room, and his eyebrows shot up at the sight of us.
