I’d imagined burying myself in Harper a thousand different ways during those long, lonely nights in my cell. But I’d never imagined this.
I stripped off my shirt. Let it fall to the floor.
Her eyes tracked the movement, roaming over my chest, my abs, the V of muscle that disappeared into my waistband. She licked her lips.
“See something you like?” I asked, my voice rough.
“I seeeverythingI like.”
I kicked off my shoes. Unzipped my pants and pulled them off.
When I hooked my thumbs into my boxer briefs and pushed them down, her breath caught audibly. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, then spread wider, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to hide or invite.
“Eyes on me, Princess.”
She obeyed. Those green eyes, wide and wanting, locked on to mine as I climbed onto the bed. As I settled my weight over her, careful not to crush her, bracing myself on my forearms.
My thick length pressed between us, sliding through her slick heat, and we both groaned.
“Knox …” My name was a prayer on her lips.
I kissed her. Deep. Slow. Savoring the taste of her, the soft sounds she made against my mouth, the way her body arched up to meet mine despite the restraints. Her wrists strained againstthe cuffs, wanting to touch me, and something primal in my chest roared with satisfaction.
Mine.
I kissed down her jaw. Her neck. Found her pulse point and sucked until she whimpered.
“You have no idea,” I murmured against her skin, “how many times I dreamed about you.”
“Tell me.”
I dragged my teeth along her collarbone. “I dreamed about your taste.” I kissed lower, nuzzling the swell of her breast. “I dreamed about these.” I captured one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak until she gasped and her back bowed off the mattress.
“Knox …”
“I dreamed about making you scream my name.” I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand palmed the one I’d abandoned, squeezing, kneading, working her until she was writhing beneath me. “About making you come so hard, you squeeze my dick.”
Her taste was intoxicating. Salt and skin and allher. I could’ve spent hours on her breasts alone, watching her face contort with pleasure, listening to her gasps turn to moans turn to desperate pleas.
But I had other places to worship.
I kissed down her stomach. Felt her muscles tense and flutter beneath my lips. Dipped my tongue into her navel just to feel her hips jerk.
“Please,” she breathed. “Please, Knox.”
“Please what?”
“Please …more.”
I settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wider, and looked up the length of her body. At her heaving chest. Her flushed cheeks. Her wrists bound above her head.
A goddess, shackled and spread open for me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.
And then I lowered my mouth to her center andfeasted.
She cried out, her hips bucking against my face, but I gripped her thighs and held her open. Held her still. Let my tongue trace slow, lazy circles around her swollen bundle of nerves while she squirmed and begged.
