Her breath becomes heavier as her hips start to move, giving me the signal again.
“Stop.”
“You’re evil,” she rasps out, dropping her hand.
“I know.” I’m breathing hard, and a sheen of sweat has broken out on my body. “To be fair, I warned you from the beginning to stay away from me.”
“And miss this torture? Never,” she chuckles, putting a hand on her heart that’s probably matching the rapid pace of mine.
“All that torture is about to be worth it. Eyes on me, beautiful,” I say quietly.
She lifts her blues to mine, and my heart stops for a brief second. It’s so hard not to drown in the way she’s looking at me. I feel needed and wanted, but I also feel something else that’s dangerously stirring up emotions that I’ve kept hidden for a very long time.
“Knox,” she whispers. The longing alone in her eyes makes me want to drop to my knees and surrender to it all.
“One more time, sunshine,” I say through a throat so thick with emotions I feel like I might suffocate at any second. “Stay with me,” I breathe. A small part deep inside me knows I’m not just talking about this moment anymore.
Nodding her head, she lowers her hand and bites her lip as her body builds back up. Groaning, I watch her succumb to the sensations as her fingers slide deep and her back arches off the bed.
My cock pulses painfully as I stroke harder and faster, moving in rhythm to her hips and wishing like hell I could feel her pussy clench around me right now. That thought alone has me gritting my teeth as my balls tighten and a pressure so powerful grips my body in a vise.
“Oh, God, Knox…I…” Her cry shatters out, silencing her words as her body gives in to what I’ve been leading her up to.
“Fuuuuuck.” A deep guttural groan leaves my body as warm liquid shoots up and coats my chest. The intensity has me seeing stars as I forcefully release over and over until I have nothing left but a deeply sated feeling.
“Shit,” she finally whispers. Her chest is heaving from the strength of her orgasm as I watch it rise and fall at a rapid pace. “You weren’t lying.” Her hand falls away, and the slight hum is silenced as her finger presses the power off.
“That one surprised me,” I say under my breath.
In more ways than one.
Just remembering the emotions I felt when I looked into her eyes sends a panic through me and down a path that I have no idea how to navigate. I reach for the towel I discarded earlier after my shower and swipe it over my chest, cleaning myself off.
Picking up her screen, she props it up next to her pillow as she curls on her side.
Taking my iPad in my hand, I throw the covers over my lower half and lean back to get comfortable.
“I did something today,” she says softly.
“Yeah? What is that?” I smile, which I’m finding I do a lot more lately now that I’m back home near her.
“The girls came over for wine night, and we started talking about relationships. Before I knew it, I was sobbing in their arms, and I told them about that night. It felt so good, Knox,” she whispers.
“I’m really glad you told them,” I say softly. “It makes me feel better knowing you have the girls to talk to if your demons ever come back to haunt you.”
“You’ve done a pretty good job at chasing them away,” she smiles, but then it fades just as quickly as sadness takes over her features.
“What’s with the sad face?”
“I just…did knowing what happened to me feel like a burden to you?”
“What? Why would you think that? Of course it wasn’t a burden,” I say, frowning. “It wasn’t your fault what happened to you. I would have done anything to take away your pain.”
“Exactly,” she says quietly. “So why for one second would you think what happened to you in the past would be a burden for me? It’s not your fault you were dealt a shitty dad. All I want to do is give you what you gave me—freedom from the chains that keep you from breaking free.”
“It’s not that simple, Savi,” I sigh. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you. There’s not an ounce of bad in your body. Someone like you should never have to see or feel evil.”
“And you think you deserve a dad who treats you like shit?”
