“Yes,” she moaned.
He growled. A manly, rough sound that filled the space and reverberated through her.
As he fucked her deeper, the ache throbbed in her sex again. This time, she wanted him to keep going more than anything. The ripples shifted into a tide of pleasure, and he flicked her clit until she came undone.
Flashes dotted her vision. Pleasure slammed her from top to bottom, and she called out his name, in a sexy sound she pushed from the depth of her lungs. Flickers of tiny fireworks shot from the corners of her eyes, and she couldn’t shake the intensely satisfying sensation that followed. Rapture. Ecstasy. He took her to a place she was sure no one else would, despite her lack of experience when it came to sex. This… was way beyond sex.
He released his hot load inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him, wanting that moment never to end.
8
Knox kissed her shoulder, and she shifted between the sheets, humming low. He should give her a break, but ever since they’ve made love, he couldn’t leave her alone. “How are you feeling sweetheart?”
“Sore… and happy,” she said.
And he was responsible for both. Pride rolled in his chest. “Me too,” he said, and embraced her, kissing her neck. She sighed, nestling her back against his front.
“I gave my V-card to the hottest man in town,” she said, mischief touching her eyes.
Was she joking or being snarky? “What?”
She chuckled. “Sorry. I know that sounds silly, but my whole life I’ve never had the best of anything. Quite the opposite.”
The best of anything. She injected a light tone in her voice, but his heart still squeezed. A sense of protectiveness came over him, and he wished he could travel back in time and change her past. Make it all good for her. “Are you objectifying me? Should I be offended?” he asked, adding a touch of playfulness to their conversation.
She shook her head. “Be serious.”
He leaned over her and kissed her bare shoulder. “Besides, how do you know I’m the best?”
“If this is the worst, then I’m set for life,” she said.
He pulled her against him, wanting her to feel his hard cock for her. “Be careful what you ask for.”
“Oh, I’ll be asking… again and again.”
He nipped her earlobe, earning a long-winded moan from her. “And I’ll give it to you, baby. Again and again.”
Alyssa’s palms got clammy.
When he’d invited her to come with him to this dinner party, she’d said yes without thinking twice. That had been over a week ago. Now, her nerves kept darting doubts at her. Knox must have sensed it, because he stretched out his hand and she slid her hand in his, and she silently prayed he wouldn’t notice her clammy skin.
“Nervous?” he asked.
Damn it. Damn it. He’d noticed.
She cocked her head in the direction of the pebbled way leading to the immense home. They’d parked the car on the lower street, and now with each step toward his agent’s house, her stomach churned. They’d been so happy in their little bubble, with Mr. Fluffers the only living being to witness it. And now, his peers would meet her. How many girlfriends did he bring? Maybe at their age, introducing a woman to friends wasn’t a big deal. “A bit. I kind of feel out of place.”
“How can you feel out of place if you haven’t even been in the place yet?” he asked in a teasing tone.
She bit her lower lip. Of course he didn’t worry about these things. An introvert he might be, but he wasn’t used to people looking down at him when he entered a new place. Wasn’t used to the anxiety creeping under his skin while he wondered if they—a parent’s hook-up, a new foster family, or classmates— would somewhat welcome her or simply tolerate her. In some cases, not even that. “I guess you’re right. Old habits, though.”
“Alyssa. Ben may be a little too much sometimes, but he’s a good person. Does that mean all his guests are good people? Hell no. Some of them are snooty assholes, some are trying so hard to keep up appearances. But any of them should be lucky to share the same air you’re breathing,” he said, and she ate his words like candy.
Warmth flowed through her, starting in her chest, expanding to her limbs and her core. Did he mean it? He was a writer, so he was good with words. Though she didn’t know if he’d lie to her on purpose. He didn’t seem like the type. Either way, his compliment had a way of filling her with joy. “Fine,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “Let’s do this.”
He gave her hand another fortifying squeeze, and they strode toward the entrance together.
There was something oddly romantic about going out with him—he didn’t have to invite her to come along, but he had, and now, they entered a swanky house and someone greeted him as they walked into the foyer leading to the impossibly long hallway, then the living room.
