Chapter 21 Lia #2
A whine parts my lips as my hips buck again. The wetness circles my clit and my eyes flutter closed once more. It’s too much, keeping them open. Pleasure zings through my veins. I stand onto my tiptoes, rolling my hips and chasing a high I couldn’t squelch before leaving my apartment this morning.
“Knox, please,” I whimper.
“Patience, Sunshine,” he whispers as he kisses the nape of my neck. “I’ll give you what you need.”
“Edge her,” Walker commands.
What?
Maybe he’s joking.
Knox’s chuckle is as black as coal before his fingers speed up.
I buck ravenously, hungry for the ecstasy he holds in the palms of his hands.
Slick drips from between my legs, and the sounds our bodies create have me biting down onto my lip just to keep quiet.
Goosebumps drag across my skin. That coil behind my gut tightens, ready to snap and send me over the edge.
And then Knox stops.
“Nooo,” I whine.
My forehead collapses to the walk-in and Knox cups his hand beneath my chin. He tilts my head back, maneuvering me until he’s capturing my mouth with his. That plump lower lip of his tastes so sweet, like candy. I can’t help but nibble on it as his fingers start swirling again.
My leg kicks as electricity zooms through my muscles.
His tongue claims my mouth just like his hand claims my pussy. Over and over again, I reach the top of the precipice I’m climbing only to be pulled back. Knox fists my hair, grinding his clothed cock against my ass while his hand makes me come alive.
Long gone are the thoughts of cinnamon rolls and clients.
I feel Walker’s stare on me while Knox plays with my body as if he’s had his entire life to study it. Knox’s fingers speed up, tightening their circle until he’s flicking his callused pad right against its tip. The shocks are blinding. My teeth need something to bite down on.
Knox’s scent gland would do.
The thought takes me by surprise.
“Please, please, please, please,” I beg as my legs wobble. “I can’t. It’s… it’s too… Knox.”
“See you tonight, beautiful,” Walker says. “Give her what she wants, Knox.”
“My pleasure. Have a good day at work.”
“Wash your hands before you bake anything,” Walker says, his voice growing smaller in the distance.
I groan as my hips grind down against the ministrations of Knox’s hand.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” Knox growls as his hands double down on their efforts. “Take what’s yours.”
Oh, thank god.
“Knox! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
I can’t hold it back as the cries bubble up my throat.
My orgasm finally barrels over me, my walls collapsing around an emptiness that my body isn’t happy with.
His fingers slosh through the river of wetness that continues to coat the insides of my thighs as I bend forward, shoving my ass against him.
I arch my back. My leg kicks again. Another whine slides up my throat as white stars burst behind my eyes. Is it possible to float and sink at the same time?
That’s what it feels like as Knox wraps his free arm around me and pulls me away from the walk-in.
I barely register the sucking and smacking of his lips.
“Mm, mm, mm. My favorite dessert,” Knox murmurs against my ear.
He’s licking my slick off his fingers. God, that’s hot.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath.
My legs finally cave beneath me, angry that I made them push through for so long.
But Knox isn’t too far behind as he scoops me up. “None of that now. I gotcha, Sunshine. Walker’s right, though. We should get cleaned up before we make the filling for the cinnamon rolls.”
Cinnamon rolls.
Cherry.
Rhubarb.
The emergency order.
Right, right.
“Sink,” I manage to say as exhaustion bleeds through my veins. “Yes. Lead the way.”
“Of course.”
Knox sits me down on the countertop next to the soap. My head is empty, devoid of all rational thought while I watch him wash his hands with hot water and suds all the way up to his elbows. It makes me giggle.
“We’re making cinnamon rolls, not preparing for surgery.”
His grin makes my heart flutter. “Just making sure I’m good and clean before we start on this filling.”
Filling.
I should have let him fill me.
I shake the thought from my head and once he’s done washing up, it’s my turn. He helps me down from the countertop, but his hands don’t leave my waist as I scrub my own beneath the hot water. I sing “Happy Birthday” in my head twice while I clean up, even going so far as to splash some on my face.
I point to the side. “Can you hand me that—”
“Here,” Knox says, placing a paper towel in my hand.
“Thanks.”
I blot at my face before wiping off my hands and turn to the kitchen island, where the produce sits. I’m still trying to catch my breath, though. That’s not good. The only time my body is this worn down is when I’m close to my heat.
God, a knot would be nice.
I shove the thought away and toss the paper towel into the trash can. “All right. Ready for the next phase of the cinnamon rolls?”
Knox’s grin is bright. “Ready when you are, Sunshine.”
It takes us no time at all to assemble the compote that goes inside of the cinnamon rolls.
Time flies by, with Knox stirring the sugar on the stovetop and me tossing in the produce as I cube it up.
The smell is divine, lighting up the kitchen as I bring the dough over and flour the surface of the countertop.
In no time at all we have not one, but two pans of cherry-rhubarb cinnamon rolls.
“I thought you only needed one,” Knox points out.
I tilt my head from side to side. “I was nervous about getting them wrong, so I made extras, just in case. What should we do with the second tray?”
“Maybe Walker will want to do something with them here?” I don’t even get a chance to respond before Knox snaps his fingers. “Oh! Wait, I know. We could take them to Tansy’s place. You ever pass by The Gilded Lady?”
“I’ve been in there a time or two for a cookie and some tea, yeah.”
“I bet she’d love these, especially since they’re seasonal. She’s got these displays in her window. I bet these would look great.”
I chew on my lower lip. “Maybe I’ll offer them to my client first. See if they want to buy both trays.”
“And if not,” Knox says as he wraps around to my front and places his hands on my shoulders, “we’ll try Tansy. Who knows? Maybe you’ll pick up another client with her.”
My nose wrinkles. “I don’t know. I don’t really wanna step on her toes.”
Knox chuckles. “For a businesswoman, you sure are concerned about not giving anyone any sort of competition.”
I shrug. “I just don’t believe business has to be dirty. I believe there’s business for all of us, and that we can all work together for the good of our communities.”
There’s this look in Knox’s eye that I can’t quite place. His face softens and so does his grin. His hands massage my shoulders, and I close my eyes to let myself enjoy his touch.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“You’re a good person, Sunshine. I hope you know that.”
He pulls me in for a hug, but all I do is lean against him. My arms tuck in between us as his burly arms cloak me away from the rest of the world. I inhale his scent, my nostrils flaring greedily to appease my own instincts.
They’re kicking up more and more as the days go by.
“Your pies were wonderful,” Knox murmurs as he rubs his hand up and down my back. “I can attest to that personally. And if your pies were wonderful, so are these. Tansy will love them. So don’t worry, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble against his chest.
“Now, come on,” he says as he releases me and places a kiss on top of my head. “These cinnamon rolls won’t sell themselves. Where are we headed first?”
I turn as I watch him head toward one of the trays. “We?”
He snickers as he picks it up. “Uh, yeah. We. You think you’re driving and delivering these things by yourself?”
I can’t help but smile. “Thanks, Knox.”
“Anytime, Sunshine. Now, come on. Let’s grab that other tray and get these settled in the truck.”