15. Knox #2
The moment the dinner is over, we end up in one of the private rooms upstairs.
It’s all I’ve been thinking about during the meal; how much I’ve missed her, and how good she looks.
How much I want my hands all over her. A part of me wonders how I could have ever even comprehended the thought of not having her by my side.
“Knox …” That small whimper, enough to drive me to insanity, escapes her lips as she tilts her head. I shower her skin in tender kisses, each softer than the last. Right now, I want to worship her. I want to taste and touch every inch of her.
It’s not long before I reach for the thin straps of her dress, letting them drip down her shoulders. That motion alone, revealing more of her skin, makes every muscle in my body tense.
“I’ve missed you,” I murmur. “My God, how I have missed you.”
I have every intention of showing her that.
In one swift movement, I pick her up, taking her back to the bed.
She plops against the mattress, and I’m on top of her in a second.
Her hands are all over me, getting rid of layers of my clothes because neither of us can wait a second longer.
We need to be closer. So, so much closer.
I need her more than I have ever needed her before.
As she yanks my pants down, along with my briefs, my cock juts out, hard and ready to take her. I shift, ever so slightly, to reach for condoms, but she grabs my hand and shakes her head frantically as she draws me back in.
“No. I want to feel you. All of you,” she pleads, and at that moment, I would’ve given her anything she asked for. The entire world would’ve been at her feet had she requested so.
I don’t have the strength to draw any of this out.
As my cock pushes against her entrance, I find her soaked already and throbbing for me.
Her legs wrap around me, yanking me closer, so I slide into her in one deep movement.
Both of us moan; it’s another kind of fucking heaven when I’m inside her like this.
She shudders underneath me, sinking her teeth into my shoulder from the pleasure that clearly floods us both.
“Oh, God …”
That voice. It’s otherworldly, activating every single neuron inside my body.
Pleasure tingles through me every time I pull back, only to slide in deeper.
I have no interest in being rough this time; all I want is to feel every single inch of her.
One of my hands roams across her body, while the other supports my weight.
“Knox …” she drags out my name, and it’s music to my ears.
“That’s right, baby,” I hum against her ear. “I know it feels good.”
Then, in one swift movement, I spin us around, moving upward so I’m sitting up, and her body is pressed up against mine. Her breasts bounce against my chest as she pushes against me, and my arms wrap around her, holding her close, so she has no option but to take the deep grind of my hips.
She tilts her head back, shaking and exposing her throat to me. It looks so inviting that I can’t resist the temptation. My hand slides up her bare, shuddering body, settling right at her throat and squeezing there.
“You feel so good when you ride me like this, baby … so fucking good. You were made for me, weren’t you?
” A slight, incomprehensible noise leaves her lips, lost between moans, and it only makes me want to move deeper inside her.
Her nails sink into my shoulders, using them as support, as she continues to bounce on my lap.
“That’s my girl … soaking my cock. Fuck, I can feel you throb. ”
Another whimper. I feel like I’m losing my mind. The pleasure rises inside me, threatening to shatter at any point and consume me whole. With the way her expression scrunches as she looks at me, I know she’s close, too. I can feel her inner muscles tightening around me.
“My God, Scarlet …” I breathe heavily. “I love you. I fucking love you.”
Right that instant, both of our orgasms slam into us, merciless in the way they consume us.
Scarlet lets out a loud moan that echoes in the room, before I grab her by the back of her head and kiss her.
Roughly, passionately, and claiming her as completely mine as bliss sweeps through every cell in my body.
“I love you, too … God, I love you too,” she repeats, again and again, until pleasure disperses into nothingness.
We stay like that for a long stretch of time.
Eventually, I gather enough strength to shift us down onto the bed, lying on my back with her resting comfortably on top of me.
Her fingers glide gently across my skin, tracing soft, lazy patterns, and when I look down, she’s wearing a slight smile that says she’s thinking about something.
“What is it?” I ask, lifting a brow. She shakes her head, but her smile only grows wider.
I let out an exaggerated sigh and roll my eyes playfully. “Seriously. What is it?”
“You know,” she teases, “our charts suggest we’re both very passionate people … which I am now realizing is very, very true.”
“Oh, not this again.” I inhale deeply, but the second I do, she brightens even more.
“It is true!” she scolds, shaking her head like I’m the ridiculous one here. “I looked into our charts, if you must know. I knew right away there would be an intense spark the moment we met. The only question was whether we’d actually surrender to it.”
My arms tighten around her instinctively. It’s strange; no matter how much I tried to run from what scared me most, every path brought me right back to her. And I’ve never been more grateful for anything.
“Right,” I say dryly. “Because the stars are such a reliable source.”
She gestures between the two of us dramatically, her eyes sparkling. “Are they not?”
I don’t answer, because I can’t bring myself to admit out loud that maybe the stars weren’t wrong after all.