I gasped, my back arching.
“Anything I can do to change your mind?” he asked, curling his fingers until they hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“Don’t tempt me.” My voice came out strangled. “I’m trying to be a good girl.”
“Oh, are you now?”
He watched my face as he began pumping his fingers. Slow at first. Then faster. Curling them on every stroke until I was writhing beneath him.
I had assumed this limo ride would be all about him and his needs, what with him having been locked up for so long. Figured him licking my core would give him time to get hard again, but he was already hard, and rather than prioritize his own needs, he was spending this precious time ravaging me.
Making me feel good.
The man was selfless, even in bed.
“Knox. Oh my God.”
“Feel good, Princess?” He lowered his mouth back to my core. Swirling and sucking while his fingers worked inside me. He wasn’t holding back. He was being rough with me for the first time, and I loved it. I loved that he wasn’t treating me like I might break.
The coil in my belly tightened again, and the heat built between my legs. My heartbeat throbbed around his fingers.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against me. “So tight. So wet. All for me.”
“All for you,” I confirmed, my voice breaking.
He lifted his head, his fingers still moving, and our eyes locked. For a moment, the hunger faded into something else. Something deeper.
“I spent so much time thinking about you,” he said quietly. “And you’re better than every single one of those dreams.”
My heart cracked open.
“I love you,” I whispered.
His rhythm faltered. Just for a second. Then his eyes blazed, and he pressed his forehead to my stomach, his fingers still buried inside me.
“I love you too,” he said against my skin. “More than I knew I was capable of.”
He lifted his head and kissed the space just below my navel. Then he resumed his devastating rhythm, his mouth returning to my core, his fingers curling and stroking.
This time, the climax built slower. Deeper. He was drawing it out knowingly, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back. Again and again until I was begging.
“Knox. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Let me come.”
He smiled against me. I felt it. “Ask nicely.”
“Please, Knox. I need it. I need you.”
“Good girl.”
I hadn’t thought about it until this very moment, that we played those roles, didn’t we? Good girl. Bad boy. How fucking hot.
This bad boy sucked my bundle of nerves into his mouth and drove his fingers deep, hitting that spot with perfect pressure, and I shattered.
This orgasm was different from the first. Longer. More intense. It rolled through me in waves, each one crashing harder than the last. I heard myself crying out his name, felt my thighs clamping around his head, felt his growl of satisfaction vibrating against my core.
