That’s what both bothers and terrifies me.
The air around me thins as this terrible truth hits me.
I am jealous.
He bends lower, ignoring me when I repeat, “Stop it.”
His mouth presses to my temple. “It’s cute, except…”
My mind short-circuits altogether when Knox moves behind me and drops to his knees. Heat sparks through me, raw and consuming, as he parts my legs and tilts my hips.
I’m bare to him. All of me.
I want him to take the pain and shame away.
I want him.
“Except what?” My voice is shaky and unfamiliar.
He pats my ass like you’d pet an animal. “Patience.”
What should’ve calmed me does the opposite. Even the mildest touch from Knox makes my whole body clench with need.
The worst of it is realizing he isn’t about to lick me.
His tongue isn’t where I crave him most.
Without an explanation, without a single word to assuage my jealousy, he’s back to oiling me.
My calves first, then the backs of my thighs before sliding to the front, careful to avoid the bandage.
His touch climbs higher, higher, higher, teasing the seam between my legs and my pussy. My knees buckle, a helpless tremor. But I don’t fall.
I have Knox.
He growls, firmly gripping my thighs above the knees, steadying me. Holding me upright. Saving me.
“I’ve never oiled anyone else likethis. Never wanted to. You’re jealous for no reason.” He’s close to my pussy, the promise of his touch waking deeper, more depraved cravings inside me. Coaxes tiny whimpers out of me. “You’re not like the others. You’re mine. Mine to keep. Forever. Tell me, Trouble, does it finally sink in? What I’m doing to you? What you mean to me?”
“Yes.” I rise onto my tiptoes, my body pushing me into him. I’m miserable without the friction only he can offer. I’m losing my mind, and I don’t care. “More, I’m more.”
“More? That’s all you’ve got?” His fingertips coast over my pussy lips, a feathery touch that is pure evil.
“Please…”
“Try harder.” He traces my entrance, inflicting the worst kind of torture by teasing me. “That’s all you get until I hear what I want.”
“I’m different. You won’t kill me. You”—I moan when both his hands slide back, grabbing my ass cheeks—“scare me. You scare me sometimes. And intrigue me.”
“That’s better.” Another two pats on my behind make me feel like he’s calling me agood girl.
But—wait. His hands, they aren’t on me anymore. Where is he?
My head hangs down, my pulse skittering and skipping. “Knox?”
“Hands up.”
Thankful to hear his voice, I obey without a word.
