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Her smile grew and tears pooled in her eyes.

I ran my fingers through her hair, slow enough to savor the feel of the silky strands against my skin. “I love you, Ivy, and I’m glad it was me too.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Ivy

Ikissed him fierce and deep, and my head spun with a happiness I didn’t know how to accept. For most of my life, I never let myself want much of anything. I couldn’t afford to, because wanting was how Rex found the soft places to exploit. Now, I didn’t have to brace myself before I let myself want anything. This arranged marriage was real. It was more than I could’ve ever expected when I said I do to a stranger in front of a justice of the peace, but right here, right now, in Knox’s arms? It was as perfect as if this had started out as a love match.

I kissed him with my whole heart, and it was the first time I’d ever done it, so I reveled in it. The feel of his lips against mine. The way they parted slightly when my tongue slid back and forth. That small puff of breath when he exhaled a breath he’d been holding, like he hadn’t quite believed I meant it either. With my chest to his, so close I felt his racing heart underneath all that muscle, I deepened the kiss, flicking my tongue against his, until he groaned and his fingertips dug into my hips.

“Ivy,” he groaned against my mouth. “Need to fuck you. Right fucking now.” The way he said it, his voice so gritty and guttural, like he couldn’t get enough of me, plain ol’ Ivy, sent another spear straight through my heart.

I smiled against his perfect mouth and let out a small sigh. “That sounds perfect.” My body was already on fire for him and for what he did to me. White-hot fire shot down my spine, and I leaned into the warm strength of him.

He chuckled, the sound rich and deep as he scooped me up in his arms. Knox growled again when I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles. The sound went straight through me, low and hungry, and I felt it settle between my legs. “You sound perfect.”

I couldn’t stop the shiver that rocked my body at those three little words that meant so much to me. That anybody could think that about me was surreal enough, but a man like Knox? It meant everything. “Yes,” I moaned when I felt the long, hard ridge of his cock resting between my thighs. Only a couple of layers of denim kept him from where I wanted him. Needed him. “Yes. Now. Please.”

His nostrils flared when I said please just as I knew it would. My husband loved it when I begged, and more so when I did it politely. Then he spun around, looking for someplace private to satisfy this hunger that burned between us. His room was over the other side of the clubhouse, while there was a door only a few feet away. “Fuck it,” he grunted, and yanked it open.

It was an impossibly small bathroom, barely room for the both of us. It was tiny, with just a toilet and a sink, but it smelled clean. And it was private. “What do you think?”

Through the door I still heard the music and the brothers laughing somewhere out in the distance. They were close enough that anyone could walk by and hear us, and I didn’t even care. Knox set me down and looked at me with desire burning just under his skin. “I think I’m about to explode, husband.” I should’ve been embarrassed, pressed up against my husband in a bathroom, of all places, with a party raging outside. But I was too turned on, too close to explosion to feel anything but desire for him.

He stepped inside and locked the door with a slow smile. And then his mouth was on mine, his kiss intense and punishing, and so utterly possessive it sent lightning bolts rushing all over my skin. “Ivy.” Just my name, it was possessive and affectionate and filled with about a thousand different emotions that I was too wound up to examine closely.

“Yes,” I answered all the silent questions between us. Yes, I love you. Yes, this is real. Yes, I want forever with you.

His lips were on mine again, and we kissed as we undressed each other, limbs too close and too on top of each other in the small room, my hands fumbled at his belt while he yanked the hem of my shirt over my head. He removed my bra and groaned at the sight of me. “Fuck, Ivy. You’re gorgeous.” Knox spun me around to face the sink, yanking my jeans and panties down to my ankles before he smacked one cheek and then the other. He dragged his lips over my skin, kissing from the top of my ass all the way up to my hairline. “Fuck, I just can’t get enough of you.” His words skittered over my skin, making my pussy pulse recklessly.

“Good thing you don’t have to,” I purred, arching my back to tease him.

“Damn straight.” His lips stayed on my skin, butterfly kisses, open-mouthed kisses, long trails of wet heat left by his tongue. He kissed across my back and down my spine, all while two fingers slid deep, pumping in and out in a fast, dragging motion that pulled my pleasure to the surface in body shaking waves. My breath hitched, and I hooked one arm around him, just needing to keep him close.

“Yes, Knox.” My body was on fire, an inferno inside a fireworks factory, all while his magical fingers fucked me until I came. I looked at him in the mirror and grinned. My skin was flushed and my eyes were glowing, lit up by something I hadn’t known was still in me. The woman in the mirror didn’t look like she was waiting for the next bad thing. She looked happy. “Love you.”

His gaze darkened. “Love you too, babe. Always.” His cock nudged my opening, and he pushed in slowly, inch by aching inch, until he was buried so deep I could hardly breathe. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You always feel so good. Like your pussy was made just for me.”

“I think maybe it was.” I gasped when he pulled out and drove in so hard and deep, I felt the next orgasm starting. It was the only explanation for why he fit so perfectly when I’d been afraid he wouldn’t fit at first. It explained why it just got better and better between us. “Knox.”

One hand gripped my hip and the other teased my nipple a little harder than usual, while his cock pounded deep and dragged against my walls, again and again, until my skin was flushed and my heart raced.

“Your pussy is so responsive,” he said against my ear. “Whatever I do, she loves it.”

He was right. Every little touch from him set me on fire and sent a rush of liquid between my thighs. “She’s biased.”

He growled, pumping harder until I came so hard I saw stars. My hands gripped the edge of the sink while he fucked me harder and deeper, more intense than anything we’d done so far. When his cock swelled and hardened, I knew it would always be like this. “Oh fuck, Ivy!” He came hard, his cock exploding, filling me up until there was no more to give. “Fuck,” he whispered in my ear. “I love you, Ivy.”

I smiled. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” Was this what it felt like to be truly loved by another person? To have no fear between us? I didn’t know, not yet, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

“And I’ll never get tired of telling you.”

We stayed like that a moment, his chest heaving against my back, both of us catching our breath in the cramped little room with the party thumping faintly through the wall. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then the side of my neck, slow and unhurried now, like he had all the time in the world to spend on me. I caught his eyes in the mirror again.

“Hey, Knox?”

“Yeah?”