Page 101 of Keep Me Close

“Damn,” he says roughly. “You’re so sexy.”

I spread my legs wider, giving him more access. “Knox… you better not be heating me up for nothing.”

“Is that what I’m doing, baby? Getting you all worked up only to leave you frustrated?”

He presses his fingers more firmly against my core, and a helpless moan tumbles free.

“Pretty sure that little pussy was completely satisfied yesterday.”

His filthy words only make everything worse.

When I stay quiet, his fingers rub over me in a way that makes my thighs tremble.

“Well, Hollywood? I’m waiting. Did I take care of that little pussy yesterday or not?”

I’m barely able to force out a response. “You did.”

“Excellent answer.”

When the delicious pressure disappears, my lips part in protest. I’m seconds away from begging him to touch me again when his fingers shift to the button of my jeans, flicking it open and dragging down the zipper with one quick movement.

His hand slips beneath the fabric of my panties, and every thought in my head shatters as I groan. He strokes me slowly, as if we have all the time in the world and we’re not in a public place. I sink back against the leather seat, my body arching into his touch.

“You’ve really made a mess of those panties, haven’t you, baby?”

Heat rushes to my cheeks even as my body burns for more. “Yes.”

“I love how soaked you get.”

My teeth scrape over my bottom lip. “I never have before.”

His fingers slide in and out of me, and his gaze sharpens. “No?”

I shake my head. “Not like this.”

Never like this.

“Good.” His voice turns rough enough to make my pulse skip. “I love that I’m the only one who can turn you on this much.”

A whimper slips from me.

He shifts closer, leaning over me, his mouth brushing across mine before murmuring, “I’m going to teach this pussy to cry on command. All I’ll have to do is look at you and she’ll be wet and waiting for me.”

Oh.

My.

God.

A strangled laugh almost breaks loose at the same time as a moan, because who knew this man could talk so dirty?

A better question would be—who knew I’d like it so much?

It’s one revelation after another with Knox McNichols.

His fingers thrust deeper. “Now, I want you to be a good girl and come all over my hand.” There’s a pause. “Can you do that for me?”

Apparently, I can.