He groaned. His mouth found mine again, kissing me hard and deep as we worked each other toward the edge.
If anyone had told me six months ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed in their face.
But right now, with Knox’s fingers curling inside me and his length pulsing in my hand and his mouth devouring mine like I was oxygen and he was drowning, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
“I would fuck you from every angle,” he growled against my lips. “Against the wall. On the floor. Bent over every surface until neighbors filed complaints.”
My hand moved faster. His fingers pumped harder.
“I would take you in my mouth,” I confessed. “Swallow you down until you hit the back of my throat.”
“Fuck, Harper.”
“I would let you take me from behind. Pull my hair. Make me scream your name.”
“You can’t say things like that to me.” His thumb pressed harder against my center. “Not when I’m already about to explode.”
“Then explode.”
His fingers curved sharply, hitting that spot deep inside while his thumb swirled in exactly the right pattern, and suddenly, the coil in my belly snapped.
I came with a cry that I barely muffled against his shoulder. My whole body shuddered, inner walls clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“That’s it, Princess.” He kept stroking, drawing out my orgasm until I was trembling. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”
I was still shaking when I remembered my hand was wrapped around him. Still throbbing. Still waiting.
I increased my pace. Twisted my wrist on the upstroke. Ran my thumb over the sensitive head until he was panting against my neck.
“Pretend it’s my mouth,” I whispered.
Knox shattered.
He groaned into my shoulder as he pulsed in my hand, warmth spilling over my fingers. I stroked him through it, gentler now, feeling every shudder of his release until he finally stilled.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
We just stood there. Foreheads pressed together. Breathing ragged. Hearts pounding in sync.
Then Knox slowly withdrew his fingers from me. He lifted them to his lips and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
Sweet mother of everything holy.
I followed his lead. Brought my hand to my mouth. Licked away the evidence of what we’d done while he watched with darkening eyes.
“When I get out of here,” he said quietly, “I’m going to do every single thing I just described. And more.”
A smile tugged at my lips. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
The moment was perfect. Peaceful. The first time I’d felt truly safe in longer than I could remember.
“So, you’ll do as I ask then?” I said.
Knox’s brow furrowed as he adjusted his pants, the chain of his cuffs clinking softly, making sure no evidence had been left ofwhat occurred between us. We got lucky. There was none. On the outside at least. But inside my heart? Everything had changed. “And what’s that?”
“That you’ll leave Silas alone.”
