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Knox kicked the door shut and ripped the security bar, his gaze fixed on me. “Good, because I’m not in the mood for family friendly tonight.” There was intent in his eyes, so hot and so dark it was like a living, breathing thing between us.

We didn’t make it to the bed.

Before I knew what was happening, Knox had me pressed against the door a second before his mouth crashed down on mine like he’d been wanting to kiss me since we left Colorado. Maybe he had. Maybe the effort of his self-control had finally snapped. His hands slid under my shirt and spanned my ribs.

I gasped, shuddering under his rough tough. “Somebody’s eager,” I moaned.

“Damn straight,” he growled before tearing the shirt from my body, tossing it behind him without a care. “Been desperate to get my hands, my mouth, my cock, on you or in you for four hundred fuckin’ miles.” His lips scraped against my throat before his tongue dipped into the hollow of my throat. His stubble was just rough enough that every single scrape ratcheted up my need.

“You looked so calm,” I insisted breathlessly. “I couldn’t tell.”

“I have a good poker face,” he responded, kissing down the middle of my chest until he turned left, curling his tongue around one hard nipple. His big hands kneaded my breasts, the fingertips dug into the flesh with just enough pressure to send another jolt of desire through me. “Fuck, Ivy.” He moved his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the next, growling when I arched into him. Moaning when my fingers slid through his hair.

“Knox, oh fuck! Yes!”

“That’s right, darlin’. Let me hear how much you want me,” he demanded as his hands wandered over every inch of my body like he couldn’t decide where to keep them. Everywhere his hands wandered, my clothing disappeared. “Tell me how wet you are for me, Ivy.”

His words, low and filthy, sent another wave of desire pulsing through me. “Find out for yourself.”

He pulled back with a devilish smile. “If you insist,” he said, sliding his forefinger and middle finger from my collarbone down the center of my body until his fingers were perched at my opening. “Feel that?” His fingers grazed my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet for me it’s dripping down your thighs.”

My breath hitched and I arched into his touch. “Please,” I begged.

“What do you need, wife?” The emphasis he put on that title shouldn’t have hit me the way it did, but it was like a live wire was coursing through my veins.

“I need you,” I panted, hands gripping his forearms. “I need you…to make me come.”

“Anything you need,” he said in a low whisper as his lips skated across my belly, pressing loud kisses to each of my hipbones. “I’m here, Ivy. Right. Here.” Every syllable felt heavy and significant, like it was more than a kiss. More than dirty talk. And when he took one leg and rested over his shoulder?

I gasped, breathless and unable to look away. My eyes were wide and my skin was flushed at the sight of his tongue as it darted out and slid up and down my slit, teasing me mercilessly. “Knox,” I begged. “Please.”

He stopped and looked up at me, gray eyes smiling big. “I fuckin’ love to hear you beg for me.”

My pulse stuttered. “Then please, for the love of god, make me come, husband.”

His gaze went black and watched me as he tossed the other leg over his shoulder, leaving me completely at his mercy. His tongue worked me over like it was his only purpose in life. He growled while he lapped at my pussy as if the taste of me his favorite thing in the world. He slid two fingers deep and I cried out, letting my head hit the door without a care in the world.

“Knox,” I moaned.

“Come for me, Ivy. Come all over my tongue,” he demanded. “Unless you want my cock first?”

“Yes,” I shouted. “Both. Now.”

He chuckled but his look was so intentionally focused that I couldn’t look away. He was beautiful, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue.

A smile lit up his face when the first wave hit. My body bowed off the door, his name on my lips. “Knox!” His name fell from my lips over and over as the orgasm ripped me apart. My legs tightened around him, my hips bucked against his mouth where his tongue still moved in slow waves against my sensitized clit. “Yes, oh Knox!”

His mouth kept up the steady torture, holding my hips as his tongue slowed, easing me back down to earth. “Fuck, I could do that every day.”

I smiled. “I won’t stop you.” His mouth, I was convinced, was a wonder of the world. He knew exactly what moves to make to drive me out of my mind and he did it over and over, until my legs shook and I couldn’t remember my own damn name.

The moment he was on his feet, my hands moved frantically at his waistband, tugging on the zipper before I ripped open the button. His hips flexed even before my hand slid into his boxers and wrapped around his giant cock. “Somebody’s eager,” he said, jaw clenched tight even though his gaze was laser focused on me.

“You have no idea,” I whispered. “Every time you put your mouth on my pussy, I’m ravenous for more of you.”

Knox let out a low sound that started deep in his chest. “When you talk like that,” he began, never finishing the though before his mouth was on mine again.

I jumped up, so hungry for him that I couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t think straight.