A smile played on her lips.“Is that an order?”
He stroked his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the wetness that had seeped out.“It’s a plea.”
Then she gave him what he craved.“I love you with everything in me.If I didn’t, I would never have been so afraid.”
“Christ, I want you.”Then he picked her up in his arms.
“I’ve got dirt all over me,” she cried out.
“I love how filthy and dirty you are.”
Then he took her inside to prove to her that she never had to be afraid again.
Instead of carryingher up to the bedroom, Knox set Summer gently on the sofa.
“What are you doing?”she asked as he reached for the remote and turned on the TV.
He smiled, saying, “You’ll see.”
Then he logged into his streaming account.“I’ve got a little surprise for you.”
She gasped when the movie credits appeared on the screen.He couldn’t help smiling.“It’s not Academy-Award acting or screenwriting, but I found it for you.”He’d searched for the movie just for fun, but after everything she’d said, it was far more important than he’d imagined.
She put her hands to her mouth and said from behind them, “StrictlyTaboo.I can’t believe you actually found it somewhere.”
“It was an exhaustive search.”Then he snuggled her against him.“I had to find something to satisfy your dirty mind.”
When the stepdad entered, she kept her gaze glued to the screen.“Did I ever tell you about the time I put my foot in my mouth and accidentally revealed to a coworker that I watched dirty movies?”
He kissed her temple as she told him about recognizing a man in her coworker’s wedding photos.She pointed at the screen.“It was him.I just didn’t remember until the moment he said that if I watched a lot of dirty movies, I would know the guy.”
Knox laughed until his sides ached.“You are such a filthy woman.”
She laughed just as deliriously.“It was mortifying.”Then she added, “Luckily he was leaving the company, so I didn’t have to see him again.”
This was how he wanted her to be, engaged with him, watching the movie.Telling stories was something they did together, part of their desire, not a tool to make her feel inadequate.
On the screen, the naughty stepdaughter crawled down between the pervy stepdad’s legs.And Knox made his move, shoving the coffee table back with a foot and going to his knees in front of her.He couldn’t see the screen; he didn’t need the movie.He needed only her.And he pulled off her old sweatpants, Summer rising a little to help him.
Then he hooked his fingers in her tantalizing thong and looked up at her.“I need to taste you.I need to touch you.I need to slide my fingers inside you.”
She moaned.“Oh God, yes, please.”
On-screen, he heard groaning and grunting.But Summer’s sounds were infinitely more erotic.Tugging the thong down her legs, he threw it aside and spread her wide open as if she were a feast laid out before him.“Christ, you’re the prettiest little thing down here.”
She laughed, putting her hands in his hair, guiding him.
Neither of them watched the movie as he buried his face against her.She was so damn sweet, so damn wet, so damn everything he’d ever needed.
Everything he would ever need.
When he enteredher with two fingers, Summer cried out and arched into him.She didn’t care about the movie, didn’t care about anything but him, his tongue on her, his fingers inside her, her need for him, her love for him.
She knew why he’d done this.Because of the story she’d told him about Everett, not astorybut a bad memory.Everything had been about the movie and Everett and his needs, and nothing about her.
But Knox made everything about her.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.Not because he didn’t do it just right, but because he did, because she needed him as close as she could get him.He tasted her as if she were his favorite meal, a culinary delight.Inside, he played her G-spot like it was a fine instrument.When she looked down at his dark head between her legs, his eyes were on her, reading her face, knowing what she wanted, and her body suddenly wound tight, waiting to spring loose.
