He eased her down onto the mattress beneath him, running his hands over each luscious curve and smooth plane. He needed to see more of her, all of her. Grabbing the soft black fabric at her hips, he peeled her out of her leggings, leaving her wearing just her panties. If he’d been expecting basic white cotton, he couldn’t have been more surprised to find a skimpy scrap of black lace and satin covering her sex.
“Christ, you’re beautiful, Lenora. Sexy as fucking hell.” Glancing up at her, he arched a brow. “That long drought of yours ends right here.”
She sighed, catching her lip between her teeth as he gazed at her. Her dark hair lay in a wild tangle behind her head, her body spread out before him like a feast.
And he meant to savor every delectable inch.
He levered himself up and started with another kiss, taking her mouth possessively, mercilessly. From there, he moved to the tender spot below her ear, then along her throat to the sweet hollow at its base.
She arched beneath him as he continued his sampling of her sweetness, his lips and tongue moving ever downward toward the prize he couldn’t wait to claim.
When he reached the edge of the black lace at her hip, he nipped at it with his teeth and fangs. Leni’s legs scissored, her spine undulating as he stroked her with his hands and played his tongue along the softness of her inner thigh.
Her cleft was wet and hot, the scent of her arousal drilling into his skull, making him wild with the need to be inside her. He drew her panties off with impatient hands, too far gone to pretend he had any patience now.
She was even prettier like this, naked and open for him. So drenched she glistened.
He stroked his fingers along the slick seam of her sex, his cock kicking in response to the tiny convulsions that swept over her under his touch.
“I need to have you on my tongue,” he growled tersely. “I want to feel you come against my mouth.”
“Knox,” she gasped, her pelvis lifting when he lowered his head to her and suckled her. Her voice was tight, strangled with pleasure. “Oh God.”
He wasn’t sure how he found the discipline to keep his own need in check. It owned him, careening toward the breaking point as Leni quaked and shuddered against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he rasped, feeling her climax spiral tighter with each flick and thrust of his tongue. “Come for me, Leni.”
“I can’t.” She moaned, and it sounded as full of anguish as it did pleasure. “If I come, I’m going to scream. I can’t . . .”
Ah, shit. The sleeping kid down the hall.
Knox wasn’t going to let a little detail like that get in the way. He intended this to be a total annihilation of her prolonged neglect. Anything less than her full surrender wasn’t acceptable.
“Go ahead and scream, Leni.” His mouth moved against the molten sweetness of her folds as he drove her toward the peak. “Let it all go, baby. I’ve got you, I promise.”
She didn’t last more than another moment.
And when the jolt of her release hit its crescendo, he moved up her body and caught her broken cry with his kiss.
~ ~ ~
Leni’s world splintered apart behind her closed eyelids, ecstasy rippling through every cell and nerve ending. She had no choice but to let the pleasure come. Her shout tore out of her, jagged and unhinged, swallowed up by the heat of Knox’s mouth on hers.
True to his word, he caught her. He let her break against him, held fast by the surrounding strength of his arms.
Her moan when he pulled his lips away from hers sounded like a protest, but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t ready for him to stop kissing her. She wasn’t ready for him to stop anything he was doing to her body right now.
What she wanted was . . . more.
His eyes blazed as he lifted his lids and stared down at her. The pupils were so narrow the amber all but engulfed them. His dark brows were heavy slashes, the golden skin over his cheekbones seeming to be stretched taut over the sharp angles of his face. The pointed tips of his fangs gleamed white and sharp behind the broad line of his sexy mouth with every hard breath he drew into his lungs.
Fierce and unearthly, that’s what he was. The most formidably attractive male she had ever seen.
He kissed her again as he reached between her legs. “I love the taste of you. The feel of you. Christ, Leni . . . you’re so soft and wet and sweet. I shouldn’t have let this happen, because now I’ll never get enough.”
Leni could hardly fathom it. She wasn’t the kind of woman who inspired this kind of lust in a man. Yet he was staring at her now as if she were the only woman he wanted. Vibrating with the intensity of his desire for her.
She felt that same unbearable need drumming through her. She ached with an emptiness that demanded to be filled.
