Chapter 15
Knox
As soon as Quincy’s lips touched mine, the embers that’d been smoldering for days exploded. Lust pumped through my veins.
My arms went around her, and I drowned in the warmth of her lips, her floral scent, her sweet taste. There was no hesitancy in her kiss, as if she knew what she wanted and was going after it. Not going to lie, that was a rush in itself: that this young, gorgeous woman wanted me.
I roved my hands over her curves, her waist, reveling in her feminine softness even through her clothing.
My fingers itched to inch her shirt up so I could touch her flesh, feel her heat directly.
I wanted to peel her leggings off and strip her naked, roll her over and take her right there on the floor.
As lost in her as I was though, I knew that wasn’t an option.
I raised up on an elbow, palmed her cheek, and managed to break the contact of our mouths even though I never wanted the kiss to end.
“Quincy.”
Her lids slowly rose halfway. “Knox.”
Trailing one of my hands over her back, I shook my head. “We can’t do this.”
Her brows went up, her pretty, blue-green eyes seeming to focus more clearly on me, and she surprised me by smiling. “It seems like we can do this pretty well.”
A lock of blond hair fell, draping over her cheek, onto me. I pushed it back and tried to summon all my willpower. “You work for me.”
She tilted her head slightly, a spark of amusement lighting up her eyes.
“I do, yes.” Her voice was higher pitched than usual, just louder than a whisper.
Magical, as if she was weaving a spell over me.
“I’m the one who started this. That switches up the dynamics.
Makes it okay. Unless you don’t want to kiss me. ”
“I want to kiss you.” The words poured out of me before I could think through whether they should. Fighting the effect she had on me, I managed, “It wouldn’t be right though.”
Her eyes narrowed, the spark dimming. “What wouldn’t be right about it?”
“It’s not right for a forty-two-year-old guy to boink his nanny.”
Quincy laughed, surprising me like she so often did. “Did you really just say boink?”
I couldn’t help smiling despite myself, despite my point, which was serious and valid. I needed to keep it top of mind.
Her grin faded, and she studied me. “None of that matters. The age, the job…” She made a face like the idea was preposterous.
“What matters is chemistry and whether we both want it. I’ve fought it since I’ve been here.
The more I get to know you, the more I like you.
The more I’m crazy attracted to you. That kiss made me think you might feel the same. ”
I brushed another blond lock back, running my fingers through the thick silkiness, struggling to hold my line. “I do,” I reassured her unwisely. “But—”
“You think this attraction is just going to go away on its own?”
“No…”
“Then there’s no harm in kissing me to see where it goes. No one else has to know.”
Her words made sense, and fuck if I didn’t want her like crazy.
She knew that though. My cock was hard as steel, and she was laid out all along me.
There was no way she could miss it. I probably sounded like some old dude who worried too much, and that’s the last thing I wanted.
But that’s not why I gave in. I gave in because Quincy Yates was irresistible in this moment, and I stopped thinking about what would happen after.
In no time, I’d switched our positions, flipping her to her back and rolling over her so I could take charge. I paused a second once I was on top to feast my eyes on her pretty face, checking her expression, assuring myself she was still on board.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Dare you.”
Laughing at the absurdity of that, I went in for her mouth, my doubts vanishing as I let sensation take over. I centered my body over hers, my throbbing dick cradled in the softness between her legs. She felt amazing, even with our clothes on. Even on the hard floor.
With half my weight supported on my forearms, I plunged my tongue into her mouth and tangled it with hers.
The sexy sounds of pleasure she made were tantalizing.
My blood pounded through me, and my need shot up like never before.
I’d been with plenty of women, but this level of reaction was a first. I’d never felt crazed with need like this, like getting inside her was more important than breathing.
She dipped her hands under my shirt and trailed them up my back to my shoulders, back down, then dipped them into my jeans, teasing me.
I slid my body to the side enough to slip her shirt up and run my palm over her flat, sexy stomach.
When I discovered the piercing at her navel, I groaned.
I broke the contact of our mouths so I could lay eyes on what my fingers were feeling.
I bent closer to see it in the low light. Two tiny, thin chains with stars at the ends dangled over her navel, with a simple round stud just above it.
Fuck, that was hot.
I put my mouth to her skin, ran my tongue over the jewelry, dipped into her navel, kissed right beneath it as Quincy arched her hips upward, offering herself to me.
With a hand grasping her slender waist, I took my time showing my appreciation for her piercing with licks, nips, and kisses.
I trailed my other hand up her body until I reached her delicate lacy bra.
With my lips still on her middle, I raised my gaze to her breasts, taking in the hot-pink fabric covering two perfect-sized mounds of flesh that I was aching to get my hands and mouth all over.
As I kissed my way up her abdomen, I pushed the lacy material up, along with her shirt, baring her gorgeous breasts.
When my fingers reached one berry-pink areola, she arched into my hand and caught her breath.
I thumbed the tip of her nipple, then lightly pinched it, and she moaned.
I couldn’t get enough of her expressiveness.
She gave me no doubt about what she liked and how it made her feel, just with sounds. The sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.
She peeled my shirt up my torso with both hands, and I rose enough for her to take it over my head and toss it to the side. I removed her shirt and bra in seconds, then relished the feel of being skin-to-skin, rubbing my chest against hers, eliciting another moan from her.
I spent the next long while tending to her beautiful breasts with my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, tasting them, loving the noises she made when I suckled her. My own need pounded through me, but it was worth it to prolong my pain just to see the pleasure in her eyes.
As soon as I felt her hands dipping under my waistband again, delving farther this time to cup my ass, I could no longer deny the need to have her writhing underneath me.
“I want you naked,” I told her, needing to make sure we were on the same page.
“I’m in favor of that,” she said as she trailed a circle around my nipple, then pinched it, sending a spike of desire straight to my dick.
In no time, I bent over her and peeled her leggings and underwear down her slender thighs, my eyes locked to the promised land at the apex.
I pressed a quick kiss to her there, then finished removing her pants.
She lifted a knee and opened herself up to me, giving me an eyeful I wouldn’t forget for as long as I lived.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said as I took in all of her, bare and eager and open.
“What are you going to do with me?” she said, all flirtation and allure.
“I’m going to carry you into my bedroom, then make you come till you forget where you are.”
“What are you waiting for?” She came up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing, and I sprung into action before I died from wanting her too much.
I bent and picked her up cradle style, loving the softness of her skin everywhere. Quincy’s arms went around my neck, and I thought it wouldn’t suck to have her never let go of me. I pushed that ridiculous thought aside.
As I headed toward the bedroom, which was right there, thank Jesus, she kissed me, plundering her tongue in my mouth and nearly making me stumble.
Somehow I got her to my bed, got my jeans and boxer briefs off, and thought to grab the condom that’d been in my wallet for longer than I liked to admit.
After flipping on the lamp on the nightstand—because I wanted to see Quincy as she came apart—I stood at the side of the mattress, then thought to make sure the condom was okay, not too old.
Last thing I needed was to get this girl pregnant.
I’d just ascertained the condom wasn’t too old when I felt Quincy’s lips close around the head of my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I dropped it back, surrendering to her amazing mouth. I held on lightly to her head as she licked and sucked at me.
When I was getting too close to losing it, I pulled her upward and palmed her breasts.
My heart turned over when she looked up at me with her lips moist and slightly swollen and her desire clear in her eyes.
For me. This woman—this young, beautiful woman—wanted me. It made me feel like a fucking king.
I ripped open the condom, then held her waist, guiding her back on the bed until she was stretched out for me like an all-you-can-eat buffet that was possibly so good it could kill me.
Her legs were spread for me as she supported her upper body on her elbows and arched her neck back like a seductress, silently begging me to take her whatever way I wanted her.
I made quick work of ripping open the condom and sliding it on, stroking myself a time or two as I stepped to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not going to last long,” I told her as I stretched over her. I knew that had never been truer when I felt her fingers grasp me again as she impatiently tugged me forward.
In no time, I was braced over her, my dick at her opening and her hands on my ass, urging me closer. It seemed fast, but there was no denying she was wet and ready for me, so I pushed inside her, trying to go slow, the slick feel of her drawing a gasp from me. This woman was perfect.
Quincy moaned long and low. My eyes popped open to watch every flicker of wanting on her face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.” She arched her hips as she said it, drawing me in as far as humanly possible.
I caught my breath and paused for a second, afraid it was really going to be over too fast. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced my mind to the creaks and sounds of the new-to-me house, anything to collect myself and slow the hell down.
Quincy was having none of it. She squirmed beneath me and palmed my ass with her small hands, squeezing and kneading as she arched her breasts into me.
I let out a gasp and met her gaze. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Surely you’re not that old,” she said with a teasing grin.
“I want to make it good, but if you keep that up, it’ll be over in two seconds flat.”
“Pretty sure this is going to be good.”
She stilled, and I took another couple of seconds to rein myself in, trying to get my body under control.
The joke was on me, though, because this girl had all the power over my control even when she wasn’t trying.
I peered down at her to find her biting her lower lip, her lids half-mast, watching me with those lust-filled eyes.
I could no longer keep from moving, out and then in, slow for about two long strokes until I couldn’t go slow.
“Yes,” she said as I thrust into her faster, rocking the bed. Her ankles were crossed at the small of my back, with her arching to meet my rhythm, and holy hell, it was the most intense fucking of my life.
I got so lost in her that I stopped worrying about anything. I couldn’t think straight even if I wanted to, and I sure as hell didn’t want to. All I wanted to do was feel like this for the next year. Lost to ecstasy.
It didn’t take long for me to feel my climax threatening. With a glance down at Quincy, I realized she was on the edge too, and then she was contracting around me, calling out my name, making the sexiest, neediest sounds. It sent me right over after her, and I came so hard I saw stars.
When I came back into awareness, I realized I was draped over Quincy, probably suffocating her. I pushed up onto my forearms. What I saw was not a suffocating woman; it was a flushed woman who looked so smugly satisfied she was practically purring.
Knowing I was the one who’d made her look like that was a rush almost as overpowering as being inside her.
Almost.
I got rid of the condom, then rolled back into her.
“It’s chilly,” Quincy said. “Can we get under the blankets?”
We were stretched out sideways across the queen-size mattress on top of the covers. A sheen of sweat covered my skin, Quincy’s too, and she was right—there was a decided chill to the night air in my bedroom.
Still in a haze of bliss, I could think of nothing better than stretching out with her naked body against mine and drifting off to sleep, keeping each other warm.
I pulled the covers back and held them for her to crawl under, admiring every inch of her as she did.
As I tumbled in next to her, I couldn’t miss the approval in her eyes.
That was all it took to spark my arousal again.
Maybe that age gap didn’t make much difference after all.
We weren’t getting married or spending eternity together.
This was just us working out the chemistry between us.
When I switched the lamp off and turned back toward her, she ran a hand up my chest and pressed herself into my body. This had the potential to become one hell of a mind-blowing night.