“Yes,” I breathe out. “Your favorite color.”
The memory crossed my mind every time I stared at thedelicate pair of lingerie taunting me at the bottom of my drawer. I teased him as a kid for telling me his favorite color was purple, but inside, I thought it was sweet and endearing. It was still one of my favorite things about him.
Knox smirks and slowly slides the fabric down my legs. “You remembered.”
“I remember everything about that summer.” I smile, repeating his statement from earlier. Except, it doesn’t elicit another smile—it triggers a much more intimate glare that makes me feel more naked than I already am. I buck my hips upwards to regain his attention. He willingly accepts the distraction.
I moan as his tongue laps up the wet heat pouring from my center. “Fuck, Knox,” I say, throwing my head back.
He moans against my core, making me shudder even more. “I love it when you say my name,” he mutters, before dragging his tongue up my entrance again. I moan—hell, I scream.
Knox takes my noises of excitement and runs with it. Before long, his thick fingers are curling inside me, and I feel like I’m on fire. I grind against him, eager for the way he makes every inch of my body feel like it’s spinning out of control.
When his mouth finally finds its way to my clit, I’m already holding on for dear life. I can feel my release coming quick, but I want to hold onto the pleasure building between my legs. I squeeze my eyes closed and arch my back against the wet and sticky surface.
“Do you want to come, Emery?” he asks. I look down and nearly fall apart when I see myself glisten on his chin.
I nod, but that isn’t good enough. “Use your words,” he growls, curling his fingers right up against my G-spot.
“Yes!” I shout, grinding my hips harder against him. He grins and swirls his tongue around my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I cry out, “Knox!” as my orgasm crestsand sends a bright, hot wave from my core all over my body.
I expect him to pull back and let me rest, but he keeps applying pressure. At first, it’s uncomfortable, and I want to push him away, but then I feel the sensation of a second orgasm chasing me. I reach out and grab it, letting another wave of pleasure crash over me. “Oh, God.”
“That’s not my name, Bambi,” he whispers, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his bare chest. At some point during my haze, he got undressed. “Trust me, God has nothing to do with the way I’m making you feel.”
I swallow hard, my body swaying left and right. I’m still coming down from my high when Knox spins me around and bends me over the shiny black surface. “Now be a good girl and spread those legs.”
I do as I’m told—too tired to offer any cheeky comeback. He grips my hips and forcefully thrusts forward with a loud moan. I brace my hands against the car hood, feeling so full with him inside me.
He thrusts forward again, and I moan senselessly, ready to be taken away. “Fuck, Emery,” Knox groans, quickening his motion. “You were made for me.”
I moan again, feeling slick tears melt down my face. It almost feels like too much until he slides his fingers around my hip and gently rubs my clit. And then I feel another blast of warmth building at my center. More tears drip down the balls of my cheeks.
Knox pulls out, and I’m surprised when he doesn’t thrust against my hips again. I don’t know what’s happening until he grabs my hands and pulls me away from the car. “I want to see your face when I come inside you.”
He guides us both to one of the chairs and drapes my body over him, guiding my entrance to his pulsing cock. I slide down with ease, assaulting my body with a new jolt of pleasure. I feel like I’m going to black out.
“Yes, Knox,” I moan, moving up and down on his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, peppering kisses across my hard nipples. “Let me see what I do to you.”
I let my head fall back, pressing my hands to his hard chest. This time it hits me without warning. Nothing can prepare me for the way my walls convulse against his cock, making me fall against him. Knox grabs my body and holds me tightly as we both ride out our orgasms together.
When we both come up for air, he gently pushes my bangs away from my damp forehead. I look into his eyes, and for a second, I wonder what it would be like if we could do it all. No fake relationship. No deals or clauses. Just us figuring out how to get back to each other.
And then he kisses me softly, and I’m dangerously close to exploring that idea more. So close, I’m ready to stop fixating on the bad memories and ready to create new ones.
CHAPTER 23
EMERY
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Knox asks, pulling on his shirt. Exhaustion nips at the back of my eyelids, and I’m almost ready to give in.
“We both know that isn’t a good idea,” I deadpan, trying to rid my voice of any lingering emotions. There is too much going on in my head right now to go upstairs with Knox. Who knows what post-orgasm Emery would admit to?
I need to figure out what my feelings mean and if they are worth exploring more. Hell, I might even need another pros and cons list. The same list I used to justify our fake dating experiment but slightly modified to remove the fake part. Because somewhere along the way, it stopped being fake.
Knox clears his throat and shuffles his feet nervously as I pull my boots on. “I could argue that what we just did wasn’t a good idea, but you aren’t ready for that conversation.”
