There’s so many things I need to ask him. Questions firing around in my head nonstop. I have about a hundred of them lined up, starting withwhat are you doing hereand endingsomewhere aroundwhat did you know about Owen and Ella and why won’t you tell me. But he’s looking at me like I’m the only solid thing he can grab onto in a room that’s dissolving around him and the questions fade before I can get them out.
I close the space between us, my heart pounding.
His hands find me before I reach him, cupping my jaw, tilting it up. His eyes move over my face, searching for something I don’t have the answer to but wish I did. Making sure I’m real, maybe. That this isn’t another dream we’ll get pulled from.
Then his lips meet mine, and I taste the hunger. The way he’s been waiting to do this all day, and he’s finally exactly where he wants to be.
“Sawyer,” he breathes, hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer like an inch between us is still too much.
I’m already panting, already aching, my body one step ahead of my brain. When his erection presses against me, I don’t think. I’m done thinking. I reach for him, stroking him through his pants.
“Ohfuck.” His groan vibrates through my chest and he drops his head to my neck, mouth hot against my skin, kissing and sucking his way to my ear. “Clothes. Off.”
As fast as he says it, I’m already half naked, and so is he. There’s no waiting, noshould we do this?We’re both so unraveled, it’s a miracle we even get our clothes off.
“Please.” I beg, not even knowing what I’m asking for anymore. Just more, just him, just anything to quiet the ache building under my skin. His hands are all over me, tracing every line, every curve, while I pull him in for a kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
I touch his chest, his shoulders, sliding my palms up the back of his neck. God, I love the way his breath changes with my hands all over him. That small show of his control slipping as much as mine.
He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around him, our mouths still tangled together. He rocks, sliding his cock against me, so close to where I want him, that I whimper into the kiss.
“Fuck me, Knox.”
My back hits the mattress. He pulls back just enough to look down at me, chest heaving, jaw tight, eyes dark with need. “Not yet. First, you’re coming all over my face.”
I don’t have a second to react before he’s on the bed, face in my pussy.
“Oh my God.”
His tongue slips between my folds, and he licks slowly, savoring, memorizing.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His voice is like gravel. “Too fucking long, Sawyer.”
He licks again, holding my thighs open wide. I feel vulnerable, exposed, but also wanted. Like Knox eating my pussy is something for him. His nose grazes my slit, and he sucks in a breath, then groans. It’s so fucking erotic, I feel myself getting wetter.
“My God, baby. You’re so wet.”
I wrap my fingers in his hair, pulling, pushing, I don’t even know. I just need him to make me come. But he’s savoring this, and knowing Knox, he’ll take his time. I try to buck my hips but he holds me down by my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Knox,” I whimper and squirm. “Please.”
He licks slowly, once, stopping on my clit. “Fuck, I’d spend days between these legs. But I’m too desperate to hear you come.”
Then his fingers slip inside me, and he starts rubbing my walls, his tongue matching the rhythm. Flicking, pressing, lavishing my clit until I’m shaking and crying out.
I know what will push him over the edge.
“Knox, oh fuck. Knox.”
I repeat his name and he groans. The vibrations are too much. I pull his hair as every part of me comes undone. Waves and waves of euphoria roll through me. And he doesn’t stop. He clamps his lips around my clit, sucking hard until I’m shaking and begging.
“Please, fuck me. Please. I need your cock.”
He finally changes position, breathing hard. He climbs up the bed, kissing me, slipping his tongue inside so I can taste myself. He lays on his back, lifting me and lining me up with his cock.
“Eyes on me,” he says. “I want to watch you while you fuck me, Sawyer.”
Then he slams me down on his cock, inch by inch pushing inside until I’m so full I can’t breathe. But it feels incredible. I realized I’ve clenched my eyes shut, and when I open them I find him staring at the place where our bodies are joined.
