Chapter 7
SEVEN
QUINCY
The waterfall crashes in the background.
It’s the only sound I hear besides my heart thundering in my ears. I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of Knox’s neck and pull his mouth back down for more. I’ve never craved a man’s kiss more.
Now that I’ve finally talked him into letting down his guard and giving in to this overwhelming desire pulsing between us, I don’t plan to waste a second satiating this hunger.
I nibble on his bottom lip and he groans, making the hairs on the back of my own neck stand tall as the sound echoes into the very depths of my soul. Our tongues meet, and I slide a hand down his chest, tracing his muscles with my fingertips.
“God damn it, Quincy.” He nuzzles the side of my neck, his warm breath and whiskers tickling me in a most delectable way. “God damn it.”
“Do you see what I mean?” I trace a finger over his peck, and his nipple hardens under my thumb. “Why were we ever bothering to fight this thing between us?”
“Because I’m a fucking idiot.”
I give a surprised laugh at that. “Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines that you’re too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a woman who just had her life shattered.”
He gives a grunt at that and slides one of his firm hands down to cup my ass. Lifting me up, me presses my back against a boulder. Leaning toward me, he presses his hips against mine. We moan in unison as his long, hard shaft nestles between my thighs.
The friction we create, moving together is intoxicating. Our kisses become wetter, hotter. Our exploring hands and fingers become more frantic.
“I need to feel more of you,” he murmurs against my neck.
“I need you to feel more of me.”
His chuckle is low and throaty. It rumbles deep in my body, at the apex of my thighs, where I’m still rubbing myself against him.
Gripping the bottom of my top, he inches it up, letting his fingers run over the smooth skin. Caressing my skin. Tempting me. Treating my body as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
His hands feel so different from—no. I’m not going to make any comparisons. It’s not fair to compare Knox to a man who could never measure up to him in any capacity.
Pushing all thoughts of exes and who has come before aside, I pull his mouth back to mine. His hand cups one of my breasts and I gasp as his thumb strokes my nipple into a harden peak.
“Fuck me, I could never get tired of making you moan.” He trails a kiss down my neck. He slides a hand down to rove under the waist of my leggings. “I can’t wait to make you come.”
If possible, my pussy grows even damper. I can’t wait for that either. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I can’t wait?—
“Shit.” I pull back as a thought occurs to me.
“Are you okay?” His brow furrows in concern. “Was I moving too fast?”
“No, no. It’s not you. You’re perfect. I was just thinking…” I chew on my bottom lip, which is still sensitive from his kisses and beard.
“Yeah?” he asks, leaning down to search my eyes.
“My ex.”
“Oh.” His face falls, but he quickly hides the disappointment behind his usual mask. “I get it. You just broke up a few days ago.”
“It’s not that it’s…” I release a shaky, frustrated sigh. “It’s that he was cheating on me. We only slept together a few times in the past couple of months.” Which, in hindsight, should have been a sign that something was going on behind my back. “We always used protection but… but I think I should get tested before we…”
Understanding dawns on his face, and his expression softens. “Oh, Quincy. You have no idea how good you are.”
“You’d do the same.”
He nods at that. “We could fly into town. There’s a clinic there.”
“Yes, let’s do that. Let’s go right now.” I take his hand. “If we leave, we can be there and back?—”
He tugs my hand and pulls me back until I’m pressed against the boulder.
“We’ll fly to town in a moment. But there’s something I have to do first.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it up. “We don’t need a test for me to make you come.”
He holds my gaze as he lowers his mouth to my breast.
I suck in a breath as he pushes my bra aside to latch on a nipple. Smirking with his mouth full of me, he slides his hand back under the waist of my waist of my pants. A long calloused finger traces my seam before sliding to find my clit.
I reach up to grip onto his shoulders to hold myself steady as his mouth and tongue rove my breast. I gasp for breath as his fingers go to work swirling around my clit.
And when he finally takes me to the top of the mountain, I scream loud enough not even the crashing waterfall can drown at the sound of my pleasure.
A few days later, Knox enters the cabin after doing his afternoon rounds of the property. Scraping his boots, he turns to close the door and his gaze lands on me. He freezes,
Fire ignites in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me. Sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace. Naked.
Well, mostly naked. I’m wearing a pair of lace panties that I found at the store when we went to Anchorage a few days ago. And I’m wearing one of his flannels. I’ve left it unbuttoned. But it’s spread so you can see most of my breasts.
The look of shock and pure desire on Knox’s face is worth the effort.
“I had a phone call while you were out,” I say.
He blinks, slowly, and takes a slow breath. “Did you?”
“Mmm hmm.” I trail a finger slowly through the valley between my breasts. He sucks in a breath. “The doctor’s office called.”
He takes a step closer. “Did they?”
“They had the results.”
He takes another step. “Oh?”
I nod.
“How do you feel about them?” he asks, moving even closer.
“I’m pleased.”
“Are you?”
I nod again, my chest rising up and down in anticipation now that he’s nearly within reach. “I’m all clear.”
He rubs his lips together. “That’s good.”
“I thought so.” I spread the opening in the flannel a bit wider. “Want to do something with that knowledge?”
Knox is on the floor with me before I get all the words out. His mouth is on mine. Our tongues duel. Our teeth clash. Our hot breath mingles, feeding the fires raging inside of us. It’s a kiss that’s as soul-stirring as it is toe-curling.
It’s no wonder.
Since the waterfall, we’ve both been walking around like tightly coiled springs ready to come undone at any moment. And while he’d made me come with his fingers twice at the falls, he’s refused to let me repay the favor.
Now there’s nothing standing in the way of us doing what has felt inevitable almost from the moment I ran into him at the airport.
Breaking the kiss so we can both draw a breath, Knox pushes the flannel from my shoulders. Letting it pool on the rug. His dark stare heats my skin as he hungrily looks me over.
“Fuck, Quincy.” He palms one of my breasts with his work-hardened hand. I instinctively arch against him. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He lowers his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. I buck up again, my insides scorching as he teases me with gentle nips from his teeth and tongue. My fingers slide into the back of his head, holding him as my entire body radiates with need.
One of his hands slides down my body, tracing my curves. Savoring me with his touch, as if I really am the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
I feel beautiful. I feel desired. I feel as if I belong here with him and his touch.
Every where his fingers trail, he leaves a path of pleasure. When he reaches the waist of my lacy panties, he tugs them down. His fingers find me, and he expertly strokes my pulsing nub.
“God, you’re so good at that,” I gasp.
His lips curve up against my breast. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”
He gives me a light push, and I lay on my back. Still fully dressed from his excursion out in the wilderness, he lowers himself between my thighs. There’s something so enticing about seeing us like this. Him clothed. Me bare as the day I was born. I can’t explain it. But it’s making me even hotter.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might explode.
He presses a kiss against my inner thigh. His beard scrapes against the smooth skin. I clutch his shoulders. Holding on, unable to breathe, as he peppers his way upward until his mouth finds my core.
When his tongue finds me, I come undone. But he doesn’t let me down. He swirls and sips me, tasting me as if I’m a delicacy.
He moans against my pussy, the rumble vibrating inside me. It’s enough to push me over the edge.
I call out his name as he continues to torment me.
I can barely draw a thought as the last waves of pleasure rush over me and ebb away.
Lying on the ground, I gasp for breath. I’m vaguely aware of the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground and of a zipper lowering. There’s a tear of foil.
Then he’s on me, his weight pleasantly nestled between my thighs. I open my eyes and stare into his rich brown eyes.
“Are you ready for me?”
I nod. “Make me yours.”
With a single thrust, he’s inside of me. I cry out as he groans, holding himself steady to allow me time to adjust to his size. Once I’m ready, I start to move against him, urging him to join me.
He’s so thick. So hard. He’s everything I could want.
As we move together in a dance that’s our own, I slide my fingers into his hair again and pull his mouth to mine. We kiss again. Disappearing into each other.
I feel the familiar tug of desire building inside of me again. When I make a groan of pleasure, he angles his hips to find the spot again. He hits it, harder. Stronger.
My insides begin to quake again, gripping his cock. Milking it. This time, I take him with me over the edge of pleasure. We’re both making sounds I’ve never heard. They only make me want him more.
My orgasm consumes me, and with a final shout, I find my completion. He thrusts inside me once more, until he finds his own release.
We collapse to the ground.
We lie there on the floor. Panting for breath. Wrapped in each other. Bathing in the aftermath of what we’ve shared.
He pulls me close, cradling me against his chest as he brushes his lips against the top of my head. My heart clenches.
There’s no going back after this.