Chapter 29
CHARLOTTE
That kiss was everything. Don’t get me wrong, I’d been kissed before, but nothing in my past compared to what I’d just experienced with Knolan.
But while the kiss was amazing, it was his hands that undid me first. They were so warm, and while I knew it was such a small detail, the warmth of them where they touched me, one cupping my face and one tracing from my jaw to my neck to my shoulder, unhurried, deliberate, made me wonder if he approached everything that way.
I couldn’t wait to find out.
My leopard, who’d woken up during our walk back from the pub, prowled under my skin.
That had never happened before. Usually, she would curl up and go to sleep.
She hated the feeling of someone else touching us, but she understood there were times I needed the connection.
But this was different. She reveled in the tide of sensations and emotions that swept through us, giving herself over to them, and I did the same.
I pushed his flannel shirt back off his shoulders, my hands itched to feel his bare skin under them. While he pulled his flannel off and tossed it behind him, I worked on pulling his grey T-shirt from the waistband of his pants.
Then he did that thing that only guys could do. He reached over his head, grabbed the back of his T-shirt, and in one swift motion pulled it over his head and tossed it behind him.
Holy hell, that was sexy.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, attempting to imitate his smooth move, but my long hair got stuck in the neckline.
Knolan chuckled.
“Want some help with that?” he asked. I felt my hair move, and the shirt slipped free.
“Well, my sexy, confident image just crashed and burned,” I muttered.
“I don’t know about that,” Knolan said, sliding his hands down my bare back to my bra clasp.
“You don’t?”
“I think you’re very sexy,” he said, as he popped the clasp of my bra open.
“You do, huh?”
“Mm-hmm,” he said and slid my bra straps off my shoulders.
I let the bra drop to the floor. “Very,” Knolan said and leaned down to kiss one collarbone.
“Very,” he said and slid his lips across my skin to kiss my other collarbone.
“Sexy,” he said, against my lips. Then he kissed me again, and any lingering embarrassment I may have had vanished.
My hands found his well-defined chest and explored, running over every dip and hard surface. Goddess, the way this man felt—the way he kissed.
Without breaking the kiss, he walked me backward until the back of my knees hit the bed.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Knolan stood in front of me.
He tipped my chin up and looked at me for a moment.
“Are you sure?” he asked. If I thought the man was sexy before, it was nothing compared to how I felt now.
I could literally feel his desire for me, yet there he was, giving me the opportunity to change my mind.
“Yes.” I said without hesitation.
“Thank the Goddess,” he sighed, and I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me.
He leaned down and kissed me again.
“Tell me what you want, “ he whispered.
“Everything, “ was the only answer I could give because it was the truth.
His lips twitched into the most sinfully sexy smile I’ve ever seen. “Okay, “ he said. “We have time. “
We didn‘t have time. I knew we didn‘t, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Not right now.
He stood there and watched as I reached down, popped the button on my jeans, and slid the zipper down.
Then he moved. Leaning forward, he took hold of the sides of my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down my legs slowly.
The more of me that came into view, the more heated his gaze got.
By the time he had my pants all the way off he looked like a starving man being offered a feast.
He took his time removing his jeans and boxer briefs, and I leaned back on my elbows and watched. The man was gorgeous. Every muscle was well-defined without being garishly large. And what he had between his legs—well let’s just say it deserved its own moment of silence.
Once his jeans were off he stepped forward and laid me down the rest of the way on the bed.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you,” he whispered.
I felt his lips against my neck, placing unhurried kisses down it to the curve of my shoulder while his hands mapped the lines of my waist and the curve of my breasts.
He cataloged me like he had all night and intended to use it.
Every place his mouth found sent heat pooling low in my center, and when his fingers finally slid between my thighs, I inhaled sharply, my hand fisting in his hair.
“Knolan! “
“You can let go. It’s okay, I‘ve got you,” he murmured against my skin.
By the time he finally moved over me, I was a quivering mess, my muscles pretty much useless. I could only pull him closer, and he came willingly, settling between my thighs with the kind of patience that bordered on cruelty. He watched my face as he pushed inside, slow and certain.
“Oh Goddess, yes,” I groaned. He gave me that sinfully sexy smile again, and then he started moving, and all I could do was feel.