Oh.
My breath stutters. My cheeks flame. Not fromshame, but from the way his words slide under my skin and spread through my limbs like liquid fire. And then, of course,Callan.
His laughter rings out. “Sorry to interrupt, carry on!”
Knox exhales, murder flashing in his eyes. He strides across the room and shuts the door. The lock clicks into place, the sound loaded and leaving a ripple of anticipation crackling between us.
When he turns back to me, his voice is commanding in a way that curls through me like a whispered sin. “Drop that sheet,mo ghràidh. Now.”
God help me. When he speaks like that, it doesn’t matter what he’s asking. I’ll do it.
My fingers tremble as I let go, the sheet slipping from my grip and pooling at my waist. Knox’s gaze darkens, trailing over every newly exposed inch of me, slow and reverent, taking his time memorizing all of it.
“Juliette,” he murmurs. His eyes drag over me. “The rest of it. I want it gone.”
With a swift motion, I kick the sheet from my legs and lie back, vulnerability and power tangling inside me. My heart pounds as he moves forward, every inch of him radiating purpose, control, andpossession.
His gaze never leaves mine, that wildfire still burning hot in his eyes. When he reaches me, the warmth of his hands against my thighs sends a pulse of need straight to my core.
His grip is firm, claiming, and then his lips trace a slow, searing path down my stomach, each kiss branding and unraveling me piece by piece.
I dig my fingers into the sheets as his mouth moves lower, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed the taste of you,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin. “The sounds you make when I touch you just right.”
As if to prove his point, his fingers drift higher. When they graze where I’m already wet and aching for him, I can’t help the desperate sound that escapes me. My hips jerk in response, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him.
“Knox,” I whisper, my voice unrecognizable, strained, and needy.
His eyes flicker with dark amusement at my plea, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Patience,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over my sensitive flesh.
Then his mouth is on me, his tongue tracing a slow and torturous path along my center. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the sensation ripples through me. He takes his time, each languid stroke of his tongue building the pressure low in my stomach.
“Knox,” I moan, one hand leaving the sheets to tangle in his hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away.
He answers with a low, satisfied sound, his grip tightening around my thighs as if he can feel me unraveling and has no intention of letting me go. His mouth is merciless, every flick of his tongue sending sparks straight through me. I’m suspended in this beautiful, unbearable high, and he’s not giving me a single second to catch my breath.
Through half-lidded eyes, I catch him watching me from between my thighs, taking in every reaction, every tremor that courses through my body.
Suddenly, he pulls away. The loss of his mouth has me keening, my body arching instinctively, chasing the heat he stole away. A tremble ripples through me as he rises over me, eyes wild and dark and so full of need
“I need to fuck you, and I don’t think I can be gentle this time.”
My thighs clench. My breath stutters.
I nod, becauseyes. “I don’t want it to be.”
The shift in him is instant.
His fingers fist my hair, yanking my head back just enough to bare my throat. I barely have time to gasp before his mouth crashes into mine. It’s all teeth and tongue and unspoken need. Like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that’s ever come close to satisfying him.
He bites down on my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth before his tongue slides in, claiming, consuming. My spine bows, a desperate sound clawing its way out of my throat as I clutch at his shoulders.
He’s not just kissing me. He’s taking, and I want to give him everything.
His other hand finds my breast, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that makes my skin heat. Every press of his palm, every slow, bruising knead sends fire licking through my veins, winding me tighter, pulling me under.
He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my jaw, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make you feel every fucking inch of me.”
