Suddenly she could breathe again, and with the first bite of air she feasted on, she smelled him, only him.
He handed her the champagne.“Here, drink.”
The bubbles were a delicious searing in her throat.
The parking garage was packed now too, more cars circling.There were no beaters here, only luxury vehicles.Knox opened the door, helped her into the car, even reaching around to buckle her in.She took another long swallow of champagne.The suffocating sensation that came over her in the black and white bedroom started to fade.She wasn’t sure why she’d freaked out, except that she didn’t want this to be just a game Knox was playing.
At the last moment, she hadn’t wanted the first time to be one of his adventures.
He drove down the lane that was barely big enough for two cars to pass, the champagne glass still in her hand.She should have left it behind, but then Knox had probably paid more than enough to cover the cost of a glass.
“Where to?”He reached out to stroke her cheek as if to show there were no hard feelings.
“Find a secluded spot somewhere off in the trees where I can breathe.”
A few miles farther along, he turned onto a dirt road leading off to the left, the car bumping over the rough track.With no mailbox at the turn, she assumed it was a fire road.He wheeled into a clearing surrounded by trees, and she climbed out, carrying the champagne with her, before he came around to open her door.
The light of the moon and the stars sparkled down through the canopy.She leaned back on the car, the hood warm against her bottom.His door closed softly, then he leaned back on the hood beside her.
Taking her hand, he laced his fingers with hers.“Okay now?”he asked.
She tipped her head back and looked at the stars twinkling through the trees.“Yeah.I’m okay.”
Raising her hand, he kissed her knuckles.“My fault.I pushed too hard.”
“No,” she said without looking at him.“It was exciting.I just wasn’t ready to do that… there.”
“Maybe some things need to remain a fantasy.”
Finally, she looked at him.“Would screwing me in front of another man or even a crowd have made you feel less like a cuckold?”
She felt the pain in her chest, as if a tight fist were squeezing her heart.She hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t wanted to show him her insecurities or point out his.
He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, his fingers still curled around hers.“I don’t feel like a cuckold with you.The sex club was just a fantasy I wanted to give you.”He tipped her chin up so she had to look at him.“And you are so damn hot I could have taken you on the dance floor with the whole freaking crowd watching, but I want you alone in my bed just as much.I’ll even take you over the phone, if that’s all I can get.But I want to kiss you and taste you and fuck you.And it doesn’t matter where or when or who’s watching.”
No man had ever made her feel so wanted.No one had ever made her want exactly what he wanted.His kiss, his taste, his cock.
She was right there in the room with him again, his mouth on her, his fingers in her, his beautiful face between her legs, his eyes closed as he relished her.
Taking a gulp of the champagne, she let it bubble through her.But it was Knox who made her lightheaded.Putting the glass to his lips, she whispered, “Drink.”
After draining it, he took the glass from her fingers and tossed it.The tinkling of glass as it broke against a tree filled the night.Knox stood, pushed her knees apart with his muscled body, and cupped her face in his hands.“I’ll take you anywhere you want, any way you want.”
His kiss was deliciously sweet, all champagne and Knox’s fire.She wrapped her legs around his thighs, her arms around his neck, and lay back on the hood, pulling him with her.
He kissed her into oblivion.Everything ceased to exist, except him, his lips on hers, his tongue and mouth tasting her, his body pressing her onto the hood, his hard cock nestled between her legs.
Rising above her, he braced himself on his arms.“I want to make you climax with my fingers inside you.”He kissed her again, a quick flick of his tongue across her lips.“I want the taste of you on my tongue when you come.”That kiss and his words stole her breath.“Then I want to fuck you.Long and slow.Until you come again.”He kissed her, going deep, the way she wanted to feel him inside her.“And then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, so you can’t stop coming.”
With his lips locked on hers, he trailed a hand down her side, flipped up her skirt, and in one smooth move, slid his fingers inside her.His tongue in her mouth, his fingers found every sensitive spot inside her.Lifting his lips from hers, he whispered, “I love how wet you are.”
She held him tightly.“I love how hard you are.”
“I love how your body tightens around my fingers like you’re fucking me.”
“I love how your touch turns me to liquid inside.”She gasped as he hit just the right spot.
“I love how you quiver when you’re getting ready to come, like you quivered against me that night on the dance floor.”
