Knox snags my upper arm and hauls me into the stockroom.
“Let go of me,” I protest as I shove his shoulder, but he shows no sign of registering my objection.
He ignores me and slams the door behind us.
“Seriously, Knox. What the hell?” I throw my hands up in frustration. I know I wanted his hands on my body, but I was picturing something very different.
Knox doesn’t respond to my outburst. I back up into the shelves when I notice his wild eyes and flared nostrils. His chest is puffed up, and his breathing is rapid. He looks like a bull ready to charge.
“Knox?” My voice sounds small.
His hands clench and unclench at his sides. His gaze starts at my feet and travels up my long legs. He lingers for a moment at the junction of my thighs, causing me to squeeze them together.The resulting groan from his throat is long and primal. I feel it reverberate in my core.
Knox’s eyes continue their path up my stomach and across my breasts. Now I’m panting with him. I want him to repeat the journey with his hands, his tongue.
I can feel the lust rolling off of him, and it fuels my own. But I can also feel his hesitation. I should heed the nagging thought at the back of my mind that this would be a bad idea. Potentially catastrophic.
But I want to know what it would feel like when my need is so strong that I can’t think of anything else but the pleasure we give each other.
Curiosity wins as I open my hand and offer it to him. He looks down at it and back at me. He raises a brow, and I know I’ve made the right choice. He’s asking for my consent. I offered it, and he still asked. That’s all the confirmation I need.
I give him a single nod, and he explodes.
Knox closes the small distance between us. The force of his momentum pushes me further into the shelves at my back, and his chest collides with mine. He grips my ponytail with one hand and my hip with the other. He tugs on my hair, forcing me to crane my neck, and he dips his head. I rise onto my toes, eagerly meeting his lips, but his hold on my hair doesn’t let up. I revel in the pull as I loop my arms around his neck.
He doesn’t waste time as he nips at my lips, encouraging me to open my mouth. The first swipe of his tongue and I’m a goner. I can only imagine what his tongue would feel like shoving into my pussy. My panties flood with arousal as we continue to taste each other.
Needing me closer, Knox bends down, picking me up by the back of my thighs, and lifting me so my center is perfectly aligned with his hard length.
Hot damn. He’s huge.
My legs instantly wrap around his waist. He groans into my mouth as my fingers dive into his shoulder-length waves and my nails scrape the back of his head.
I roll my hips, grinding up and down his thick cock and applying the right amount of pressure to my clit. It’s my turn to moan into his mouth, and he greedily swallows it down.
He moves his hips with mine and breaks our kiss, placing his mouth right next to my ear. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, Darlin’. I don’t want to have to rip Benny’s ears out because he heard your sweet sounds,” Knox growls.
Double hot damn. He’s got a dirty mouth, and he’s an expert at using it.
“I can try,” I assent breathlessly.
His hips keep the same rhythm, driving me higher and higher as he replies, “Baby, I don’t think you understand.No onegets to hear you. Not a single goddamn soul. Your moans, your sighs of pleasure, aremine.”
On his last word, he tilts his head and sinks his teeth into my neck. I open my mouth to sigh in pleasure, but he lifts his hand and covers my parted lips, effectively trapping the sound.
“Mine,” Knox growls before he attacks my mouth again with his. Our tongues move against each other, and he nips at my lower lip, sending a small jolt of pain through me. But it’s pain that I welcome, and it spurs me on.
He kisses his way down the front of my throat, sucking and nipping at my skin as he goes. When he gets to the top of my breasts, he sucks and nips some more. He pulls the front of my top down, snagging the cups of my bra with one hand, and my tits slip free. He grunts. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Then he lifts one and he sucks my stiff peak into his mouth. Hard.
This time, I hold in my cry of pleasure, biting my lip. I run my fingers through his hair more as I bask in the way he praises my body.
I slide a hand down his chest and taut abs, letting the feel of his firm muscles urge me further. When I finally run my hand over the front of his jeans, I rub up and down on his cock. He grabs my wandering hand and brings it above my head, trapping it there.
“You keep touching me like that, Darlin’ and I’m gonna come in my pants like a damn teen, and I’m too old for that shit.”
Shit shit shit. The thought of that happening makes me even hotter.
With my head thrown back, I hear the springs of the doorknob as it turns. My body stiffens, and I pull at Knox’s shirt to get his attention.
