Chapter 50 Harper #2
He chuckled, pressing another kiss where my thigh met my hip. “Primal instinct.”
He glanced at the clock on the limo’s console. “Why did you throw me a surprise party?” he groaned against my skin.
I laughed, breathless. “Great question. Maybe we can kick everyone out when we get home.”
He licked me again, and I jolted.
“Maybe we should just not show up,” I suggested. “Drive around the block a few more times.”
“That sounds perfect to me.”
“No.” I shook my head, forcing myself to think clearly. Which was nearly impossible with his mouth still hovering over my center. “They’ve missed you for fourteen years. We have all night.”
Knox lifted his head. Something mischievous flickered across his features.
Without warning, he slipped two fingers deep inside me.
I gasped, my back arching.
“Anything I can do to change your mind?” he asked, curling his fingers until they hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“Don’t tempt me.” My voice came out strangled. “I’m trying to be a good girl.”
“Oh, are you now?”
He watched my face as he began pumping his fingers. Slow at first. Then faster. Curling them on every stroke until I was writhing beneath him.
I had assumed this limo ride would be all about him and his needs, what with him having been locked up for so long. Figured him licking my core would give him time to get hard again, but he was already hard, and rather than prioritize his own needs, he was spending this precious time ravaging me.
Making me feel good.
The man was selfless, even in bed.
“Knox. Oh my God.”
“Feel good, Princess?” He lowered his mouth back to my core. Swirling and sucking while his fingers worked inside me. He wasn’t holding back. He was being rough with me for the first time, and I loved it. I loved that he wasn’t treating me like I might break.
The coil in my belly tightened again, and the heat built between my legs. My heartbeat throbbed around his fingers.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against me. “So tight. So wet. All for me.”
“All for you,” I confirmed, my voice breaking.
He lifted his head, his fingers still moving, and our eyes locked. For a moment, the hunger faded into something else. Something deeper.
“I spent so much time thinking about you,” he said quietly. “And you’re better than every single one of those dreams.”
My heart cracked open.
“I love you,” I whispered.
His rhythm faltered. Just for a second. Then his eyes blazed, and he pressed his forehead to my stomach, his fingers still buried inside me.
“I love you too,” he said against my skin. “More than I knew I was capable of.”
He lifted his head and kissed the space just below my navel. Then he resumed his devastating rhythm, his mouth returning to my core, his fingers curling and stroking.
This time, the climax built slower. Deeper. He was drawing it out knowingly, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back. Again and again until I was begging.
“Knox. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Let me come.”
He smiled against me. I felt it. “Ask nicely.”
“Please, Knox. I need it. I need you.”
“Good girl.”
I hadn’t thought about it until this very moment, that we played those roles, didn’t we? Good girl. Bad boy. How fucking hot.
This bad boy sucked my bundle of nerves into his mouth and drove his fingers deep, hitting that spot with perfect pressure, and I shattered.
This orgasm was different from the first. Longer. More intense. It rolled through me in waves, each one crashing harder than the last. I heard myself crying out his name, felt my thighs clamping around his head, felt his growl of satisfaction vibrating against my core.
When it finally subsided, I lay limp on the leather seat, staring at the ceiling of the limo, trying to remember how to breathe.
Knox crawled up my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, my breasts, my collarbone, my jaw. When his face hovered above mine, I could smell myself on him. Could see the evidence of my pleasure glistening on his lips.
He kissed me. Deep and slow and filthy. I tasted myself on his tongue, and somehow, that only made me want him more.
I had never felt this uninhibited with another human being. Only with Knox. Everything was different with Knox.
And any question about whether our connection had been fantasy, whether it could survive outside those prison walls, had been answered in the back of this limo. Because with each orgasm he gave me, my desire for him didn’t fade.
It only grew.
I couldn’t imagine any other mouth on me for the rest of my life. Only his.
I reached between us and palmed him through his jeans. He was rock hard again, straining against the denim.
“How long do we have?” His voice was urgent now. Desperate.
I glanced at the clock and winced. “We should be pulling up any minute.”
He dropped his head to my shoulder, his whole body tensing with frustration.
“Princess”—he lifted his head, and his eyes were blazing—“this party had better be short. Because if it’s not, I’m going to drag you into your bedroom, and everyone in that house is going to listen to me fuck you senseless.”
I should have been scandalized.
Instead, heat pooled between my thighs all over again.
“Is that a promise?”
His grin was wicked. “That’s a guarantee.”
The limo slowed. Turned. I felt us pulling into my driveway.
Knox groaned and rolled off me, scrubbing a hand over his hair. I scrambled for my clothes, yanking on my bra and shirt while he adjusted himself in his jeans with a pained expression.
“This is torture,” he muttered.
“It’ll be worth the wait.”
He caught my hand as I reached for my panties. Pulled them from my grip. Stuffed them into his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Giving myself something to think about during this party.”
Holy hell.
The limo stopped. Inside my bungalow were a group of people who had waited fourteen years to welcome Knox home.
I looked at him.
“Ready?” I asked.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Soft. Tender. So at odds with everything we’d just done.
“With you? Always.”
I opened the door.
And walked into my house without any underwear on, with the taste of Knox still on my lips, and the promise of tonight burning between us.