A soft sound escaped her. Not quite a moan. Not quite a whimper. Something in between that made my blood run hot.
“I’d swirl my tongue around it while I tore the rest of your clothes off.”
Her chest rose and fell faster now.
“And then …” I paused, letting the anticipation build. “Then I’d spread your thighs and bury my tongue inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered closed.
“I’d lick you slow at first. Teasing. Learning exactly what makes you moan. What makes you grab the sheets so hard, your knuckles turn white.” I leaned closer, my lips nearly brushing her ear. “And then I’d find that spot. That perfect fucking spot. And I’d stay there until your thighs were shaking so hard against my ears that I’d have to hold you down.”
“Knox …” My name came out broken. Breathless.
“You’d come so hard, you’d tremble for minutes after, but I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going until you were begging me. Until you couldn’t take any more.” I pulled back just enough to see her face. “And then, Harper? Then I’d finally sink inside you.”
Her eyes opened. Dark. Hungry.
“I’d take you slow at first. Let you feel every single inch of me. Watch your face while you adjusted. And then, when you were ready?” I let my gaze drop to her mouth. “I’d fuck you so hard, the headboard would crack the wall.”
She let out a shaky breath.
“I’d pull your hair. Bend you over. Take you from behind while you screamed into the pillow.” My thumb pressed harder against her hip. “Then I’d flip you over and watch your face while you rode me. Watch your body bounce. Watch you lose control completely.”
“Knox …”
“Can you picture it?”
She closed her eyes again. “I picture it every night when I touch myself.”
Every muscle in my body went taut. My boxers were suddenly way too tight.
She leaned closer, her mouth hovering near my ear. Her breath warm against my skin.
“I have a fantasy of my own,” she whispered.
She made me wait for it.
“The minute you walk out of this prison,” she said, “we don’t even make it home. I hire a limo with tinted windows and a partition that blocks the driver’s view.”
“And?”
“And I get down on my knees for you.” Her voice dropped lower. Huskier. “Right there on the floor of that limo. You take a fistful of my hair, and you fuck my mouth.”
I stopped breathing.
“I want to take you all the way to the back of my throat, Knox. I want to feel you hit that spot that makes my eyes water. I want to choke on you until you lose control.”
“Harper …”
“I want you to watch me struggle to take all of you. And I want you to not care. I want you to use my mouth like you own it.” She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. “Because you do.”
“Fuck.” The word came out strangled.
“I want you to come so hard down my throat that I have to swallow twice. And then?” She smiled. Wicked and sweet, all at once. “Then we’re still twenty minutes from home. So, you’d better recover fast.”
“Harper.” Her name came out like a growl. Because, hell, I wanted all of that. Right now. I wanted her to sit on my face until she was screaming. I wanted to watch her on her knees in thatlimo. I wanted every fantasy she’d just planted in my head to become reality.
She brushed a whisper of a kiss across my lips. Barely there. A promise of what was to come.
