His tongue made little circles around her achy nipple, sending shocks of awareness through her. A long winded moan parted from her lips, and she scratched his scalp with her fingertips, then lowered her hands down his taut shoulders. “So good,” she said under her breath.
He switched from one breast to another, sucking it with intent, then his one free hand sneaked down past her stomach and into her bikini bottom. The moment he parted her folds with his fingers, she clenched her thighs around him, wanting to trap him there and never let him out. His touch was just too hot, and lust moved through her, sizzling each one of her nerve endings.
In one fluid motion, effortlessly, he lifted her from the pool and she felt lightheaded, trying to keep up with his next move. Then he eased her down on the smooth surface just outside the pool, and it made sense.
He continued inside, standing up in the shallow area, but she was laying, her feet planted against the edge. The look he gave her amplified the tension knotting inside her body. His green eyes turned so dark, they could have been black. Yet flecks of silver shot from his irises, and the result was sexy, intense.
“Knox.”
He slid her bottom part of her bikini, slowly, his fingers perusing over her skin. She bit her lower lip, eyes on his. She was sure he removed her bikini with painful, criminal slowness. Perhaps he knew that heat flowed through her, pounding her veins, stirring her blood in all pulsing points. She felt her cream coat her most intimate folds, and when at last he tossed her bottom to the side, she smelled her female scent of arousal, wafting from between her legs.
He must have smelled it too, because he smacked his lips, and with a dangerous grin, lowered his head until he positioned it between her trembling thighs.
At first, he traced a sinful path from the inner part of her thigh all the way to her sex. Threads of delight worked their way up her spine, and she arched her back from the ground, unsure about what to do. She’d never experienced this estate of unsettling before, like a fire from deep within her burned in her veins, beneath her skin, and in every part of her.
Growling, he laved his tongue at her sex, and she almost jumped at the intense sensation, already surpassing the one from a moment earlier. He made another sound, a sound of approval, of delight… one that made her believe he enjoyed her scent, her taste, her essence. Her everything.
She wished she could record those sounds and play them later.
He buried his face, now hungrily licking her folds, and her clit swelled, all her nerve endings in complete awareness. With his tongue, he teased her, running the tip along her folds, then kissing them, sucking them, and… did he just nip them a tiny bit?
Her moans filled the air, her legs moving, restless.
Then, he rubbed his finger over her clit, the touch increasing the pressure in her core.
“Yes… oh, yes,” she said, her voice throaty. The world spun, and even when she closed her eyes, she couldn’t focus. Flashes shot from the corner of her eyes, the sensations growing, and he didn’t let up, he lapped at her flesh, each time more bold, more hungrily, like he needed her pearly cream like his life depended on it. That turned her on even more, and the instant he grazed his teeth over her clit, she lost it.
Her eyes flew open, and she let out a sound she barely recognized as her own. Her throat felt parched from her raw moan. A wave of pleasure coursed through her, and her limbs shook, her heart leaping up her throat and nearly out of her mouth.
It was like she felt lighter, out of her body. Yet she tried to move her head and it felt heavy, the pleasure haze still fogging her brain.
He disengaged from her, and reared back. A cool draft whispered above her skin, and she propped herself on her elbows, pressing them on the floor.
He got to his feet, eyes on hers. A small smile pulled at his lips, the smug kind of a man who knew he just pleased his woman. Was, she though? His woman…
“Hey… what.. about you?” she asked, as he walked away from her.
He tossed her one glance over his shoulder, and she could almost see the thoughts in his head, doubts wrestling the raging desire. No, she reminded herself. That’s me. Minus the doubts, of course. At least for now. Whenever they were together, all doubts disappeared. “Good night, sweetheart,” he said, then left with long strides.
5
“How’s the story moving along?” Ben asked, on the other end of the line.
Knox stretched in the chair. Today, he was way more relaxed than the last time Ben had called him. His agent always did the same thing… called him to check on him, small talked for about two minutes, then asked what he really wanted to know. “I’m officially unstuck, if that’s what you’re asking,” he said. All thanks to the sexy young woman he’d devoured the previous night. He shouldn’t have gone and talked to her at the pool, but the rush of excitement after being able to write more, mostly due to her, had spoken louder than his common sense. When it came to Alyssa, his decision making was as firm as a pair of well-worm sweatpants. “I should be able to finish the first draft within schedule.”
Ben let out an enthusiastic sound, somewhere in between a sigh and a squeal. Knox could imagine the short stocky guy swiveling in his chair in his posh office. “I’m so glad to hear that, man. For the first time, I was worried.”
“I could tell,” he said.
“The studio execs will be happy too. I’m throwing a dinner party next week, you should come. You know, it’ll be good for you to show your face, shake some hands.”
“Sure,” he said. He always hated any events Ben had hosted. His agent was professional and ambitious, but his parties were iffy at best. They lasted too long, he invited way too many people and a whole lot of ass kissing went around. But every so often Knox had to go, to network and show producers he was working on stuff, and lowkey pitch new projects.
“Good deal. I’ll email you the info.”
“Look forward to it,” he lied, and hung up.
He tossed his phone on the sofa.
