He flashes me a cocky grin. "Well, I usually shower before bed. Want to join me?"
If he thinks he's teasing me, and I'm going to be too shy to say yes, he can think again.
"Good idea." I try to sound casual, even though my stomach is doing backflips. "I can check out your soaps and shampoos."
His eyes light up, then he pulls me close and kisses me deeply before scooping me up and walking upstairs. The man could carry an entire tree with those thick, sculpted arms.
When he lays me across his bed, I swear, I forget how to breathe. A shift comes over both of us. Every other kiss we've shared has had a limit. Not now. His hand slides under, kneading my ass through my dress, as his lips nip mine with light, teasing kisses.
"Tell me again," he groans. "Tell me you want me to strip you, then pull you into the shower to admire every single inch of your gorgeous, mouthwatering body."
Seriously, who talks like that? If I were standing, my knees would have just given out. "Yes," I say firmly. "That's exactly what I want."
Knox helps me to my feet, then pulls my dress up over my head. He takes my hand and steps back, staring as if trying to memorize every curve. Then he reaches out, hands slipping up my back to unfasten my bra and pull it off.
My gasp must excite him. He clutches me close, sucking my nipple into his mouth. My hands circle his shoulders, then he gently pushes me away. "Let me stare, darlin'."
He slowly pulls my panties down over my hips, helping me step out of them. I'm left standing before him completely naked, my breath rapid and my chest heaving as I look at him expectantly.
He leaps to his feet and grins, kissing the top of my head. "Don't worry. Tonight is all about you. I just want to make you feel incredible, beautiful."
He pulls his t-shirt over his head and flings it in the direction of the laundry basket as my mouth falls open. When I saw the tattoo on his neck, I had no idea that both of his arms and his chest were also covered in intricate ink. Quotes from books, a medieval shield. And a map of a fantasy world.
Only Knox could make literary tattoos look so sexy.
I'm still staring at his rock-hard chest when his jeans hit the floor. He yanks off his socks and boxer briefs as if he's completely comfortable stripping in front of me.
Well, maybe not completely comfortable. Being that hard almost looks painful.
“Oh m-my….” I stammer. It's huge. Thick. Pulsing with life, bobbing in front of him as he turns to grab my hand.
"Ignore him. I just want to touch you."
I can feel my cheeks flushing as I follow him into the bathroom. Once the water is nice and hot, Knox pulls me under the spray and into his arms.
"These gorgeous tits are even hotter without a bra," he murmurs, cupping them gently, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Then his hand dips down to caress my stomach, my hips, and around my ass.
My hands clutch his waist and then stroke his back, stunned at how firm he is everywhere. Especially his shaft, as it bounces against me. I’ve never touched a cock before, and of course because he told me to ignore it, I can’t think of anything else.
Knox captures my mouth, our lips parting to allow his tongue to play with mine as we sway together under the water.
"Fuck it, I can't wait," he groans. His lashes are coated in water droplets as he stares into my eyes while his hand glides between my thighs. My breath hitches as he explores slowly, caressing gently as he trails his fingertips along my wet skin. "I can either finger you until you come or drop to my knees and lick you, but I need to hear you moan for me, darlin'."
I swear, I forget how to breathe. How to speak. My entire body shivers as the thick blunt end of his middle finger slips inside me.This brutally hot man is going to be my first.
"I'm sorry." He snatches his hand away. "If it's too soon, I have no problem waiti?—"
"It's not too soon," I choke. I take a slow breath, rolling my shoulders back as my chin lifts. "I've just always had this mental block about speaking up for myself. I don't know why it's so hard to say what I need or want, but it is."
"I always want you to tell me everything, Hanna." His dark eyes burn into mine. "If you’d prefer, we could just cuddle. Nothing would make me happier."
There's a slight, almost imperceptible shift in my core. For the first time in my life, I have power over someone, in the goodway. I know I could tell Knox I've had enough for tonight, and want to sleep on the couch, and he wouldn't be the least bit offended. I could ask him to do anything, including stop right now, and I know he would. The way he just wants to make me happy…care for me… My head is spinning from the feeling of deep reassurance at every turn.
"What did you say about…um…" My cheeks burn hotter, but I say it anyway. "Licking?"
A wicked smile overtakes his handsome face. "I want to lick you until you come on my tongue, darlin'. Want to feel you give yourself to me."
My thighs tighten and I can already feel my pussy growing swollen even before he drops to his knees. He backs me into the corner of the shower, holding me securely against the glass as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.
