Hot wasn’t the word.Inflammatory was closer.Incendiary closer still.She was going to catch fire and burn to ash any second.
“Look at him, Chloe,” Jesse whispered.“He’s so aroused, so focused.Like nothing exists for him right now but your pussy.”
“Does he always do this?”she managed.
Jesse hummed in his throat.“He’s a focused kind of guy.Never seem him like this, though.Hey, Knox?”
Knox lifted his head.“Yeah?”
Chloe stared.His eyes were heavy and dark, his cheeks flushed.His mouth was wet, as though he’d been licking his lips in anticipation of a particularly delicious meal.
“You’re freaking Chloe out a little bit,” Jesse told him.
Knox’s gaze flicked to her, a hint of a smile softening the savage hunger for a moment.“Sorry, darling.I got a little distracted.”
Jesse’s soft laugh made her shiver.“An understatement.”
Knox’s hands, heavy and warm on her calves, began to slide up.“You still okay with me touching you?”
“Yes, I’m just…” She stopped to wet her lips, her heart picking up speed when his eyes followed the motion.When his hands clenched briefly on her knees before continuing up.
“Just what, darling?”
“Nervous,” she finished.
Knox’s rumbling purr was somehow both soothing and amused.“I don’t think you’re nervous.”
Could’ve fooled her.“I’m not?”
He shook his head slowly, hair dancing over his bare shoulders.“Nope.”
“How…can you tell?”
“If you were nervous,” he said conversationally, “I don’t think you’d be doing that.”
He inclined his head, dropping his eyes to her pussy once again, and she followed his gaze to see her hips, with no conscious direction from her, arching up in an unmistakable search for touch.
“That’s not a nervous pussy,” Knox went on while her mouth dropped open in shock.“That’s an eager pussy.”
“A needy pussy,” Jesse put in, stroking his thumbs over her nipples.
“A pretty-please-make-me-come pussy,” Knox finished.
“I had no idea my pussy was so polite,” Chloe croaked out.
Male laughter rang out, but she was too far gone to laugh along.Knox’s hands were at the tops of her thighs now, his thumbs right in that tender crease where leg meets hip.She was wet there, she knew—hell, she was probably leaving a puddle on the couch underneath her, and wondered wildly if someone ought to grab a towel—which he could not only see now, but feel.
Andsmell, she realized when he leaned down and with his nose mere inches away, inhaled deeply.“Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered and she didn’t know whether to be aroused or embarrassed—no one had ever commented on how she smelled before.
“What’s she smell like, babe?”Jesse asked, his voice hoarse while he plucked and stroked and rubbed her nipples.
“Like the ocean and cotton candy,” Knox replied and inhaled again.
“Is that good?”she managed, blushing to the roots of her hair and wondering if she could excuse herself to take a quick shower.
“I fucking love it,” Knox growled, staring up at her from between her thighs.“I want a taste.”
She didn’t know what she was supposed to say to that.Okay?Be my guest?Hurry the fuck up?
