Chapter 22
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QUINN EAGERLY RUSHED to her door that evening, letting Knox inside.
She’d changed to a pretty sundress and light cardigan.
Seattle was often rainy and cool, but she wanted to look nice for Knox, despite the gloomy weather.
If she didn’t throw on a sweater, she’d never get to wear half of her clothes—not without shivering endlessly, at any rate.
Knox’s eyes heated as they raked over her. He’d gone home to grab his overnight bag, and she flushed as he produced a small bouquet of flowers he’d been holding behind his back.
“They’re gorgeous!”
“Not nearly as gorgeous as you,” he said appreciatively. “Wow.”
She beamed and did a little twirl, the dress swirling around her thighs. She was barefoot, which made her seem even shorter than usual. Knox towered above her, but as always, she felt nothing but safe with him here. “It smells great in here,” he said as he walked in, handing her the flowers.
She took a big whiff, still smiling. “These smell good, too. I made homemade spaghetti sauce for dinner. It’s simmering on the stove.”
“Damn. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Maybe I can’t. You haven’t even tried it yet,” she joked.
His lips quirked, and he followed her into the kitchen. Quinn grabbed a vase, quickly arranging the flowers, then turned to find Knox watching her. “This feels like a date,” she said.
Knox grumbled. “No way. This is just practice. On our real first date, I’m picking you up and taking you out, not having you cook for me.”
“Well, practice makes perfect,” she joked. “Can I get you a drink? A glass of wine? A beer?”
“Sure, a beer sounds great.”
Quinn grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing both it and a bottle opener to him. She stretched up on her tiptoes, grabbing a wine glass, and poured herself a glass of red from the bottle on the counter.
She felt Knox’s eyes on her the entire time, a nervous fluttering filling her belly. She hadn’t even taken a sip of her drink yet, but she felt warm, a delicious buzz moving through her. Something felt different about tonight. She’d put on a pretty dress. He’d brought her flowers.
There was no denying something significant was happening between them.
Knox moved across the kitchen toward her, his dark eyes intense.
“To our fake first date,” she said, raising her glass.
She lightly clinked her wine glass to his bottle, taking a sip of the earthy red. Knox took a swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. He licked his lips, setting his beer down on the counter.
The air between them felt electric, the chemistry they’d always had intensified even more now.
Quinn set her glass down as well. She hesitated, suddenly feeling uncertain. She was standing so close to him, needing something she couldn’t even explain. Her entire body prickled with awareness.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured. That was the only warning she got.
Knox moved closer, edging her against the counter, one big hand wrapped around her hip.
His other hand cradled the side of her face, so damn gentle.
Her lips parted as he ducked lower, and then he was finally kissing her. Stealing her breath. Making her his.
Quinn whimpered and yielded to him, clutching onto Knox as if he were the only thing holding her up.
The man knew how to kiss. He took his time, savoring her, and she felt a flush spreading across her skin. Kissing Knox was so good, she was sorry they’d waited this long. She’d been missing out. Her entire body pulsed with need, and the man had barely even touched her.
His tongue trailed along the seam of her mouth, and she opened to him. Knox tasted of the beer he’d just had and something darker and purely male. The stubble on his jaw rubbed across her skin, and she pressed closer, needing all of him.
Quinn framed his face with her hands, needing to be even closer to him. His gaze briefly landed on the fading red marks around her wrists.
“You’re hurt,” he murmured.
“I’m not hurt. I need you,” she said, pressing closer and winding her arms around his neck. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, and she could feel his erection against her belly. He was big. Hard. And Quinn wanted him.
“What about dinner?” he asked, gently nipping at her mouth.
“It can simmer for a while,” she said, her voice breathless.
Knox’s big hands wrapped around her waist, and he effortlessly lifted her onto the counter, edging between her thighs. He was big and broad and right there before her, and wow. She was his for the taking.
“And what about you?” he asked, his voice husky and low.
She gasped as his lips moved to her neck, sucking, teasing. Tasting. His tongue swiped over her skin, and Quinn let out a tiny cry.
“I need you,” she pleaded.
Knox trailed kisses down toward her collarbone. He edged the cardigan off her shoulders, kissing her bare skin. The strappy dress hardly shielded her from him. Her nipples pebbled against the bodice. Her cleavage heaved up and down. She wanted him.
“Make me forget,” she said, gasping as he took her lips in another searing kiss, one hand palming the back of her head, the other gripping her hip possessively. “Make me forget everything. I want to feel something good tonight.”
He looked into her eyes, seemingly making certain this was what she wanted, then devoured her.
Sparks exploded between them, bright hot and searing.
Quinn gasped, shocked at the intensity. Knox was sexy as hell taking complete control.
His big hands began to explore, lightly running up her sides, then cupping her breasts, making her moan with want.
His thumbs trailed across the edge of her dress, skimming over her breasts.
One little tug, and she’d be bared to him.
Knox lowered his head, kissing his way across her cleavage.
“Bedroom,” she urged.
He smiled against her skin, the scruff of his jaw rubbing against her sensitive flesh.
This man knew exactly what he was doing—driving her absolutely wild.
Knox tugged the side of her dress down, baring one breast. He plumped it, kneading and caressing her with strong fingers, then eagerly sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Quinn cried out as pure pleasure shot through her. She writhed on the counter, feeling his tongue expertly lave across her nipple.
“Knox. Please,” she begged.
He looked up, his eyes hot, but obliged, releasing her nipple and easily lifting her into his arms. Her cardigan had completely slid from her shoulders, and her dress was still partly down, baring her to his gaze.
She felt wanton and sexy. Feminine. And the way Knox had lifted her with ease into his muscular arms sent a thrill shooting straight through her.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice deep. “Beautiful and sexy and mine.”
His hands palmed her bottom, holding her firmly to him, and his mouth once again found hers.
Quinn clung to his shoulders, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his kisses. “Take me to bed, Knox,” she ordered.
He smirked, his dark gaze snagging hers. “With pleasure.”
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KNOX WAS ROCK HARD as he carried Quinn down the hallway. Her pussy rubbed against his cock with every step, her panties doing nothing to shield her heat. Her sundress had ridden up, and she was still partially bared to him, her dress disheveled, tugged down beneath one perfect breast.
Knox’s cock twitched.
Quinn was sexy and beautiful, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and lips plump from his attention.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve slept together,” she teased as he carried her into the bedroom.
Knox growled. “And it won’t be the last.”
He’d held her in his arms several nights in a row as they’d literally slept together, but nothing compared to this—Quinn in his arms, eager and willing.
He set her down in the middle of her bed, immediately prowling on top of her.
Quinn beamed at him as his arms caged her in, his body settling over her own, and fuck—he could get used to seeing that look on her face every day of his life.
Their relationship was fast and unconventional, but Knox knew without a doubt he was already head over heels in love with this woman.
Knox kissed her, slow and possessive. This was a claiming, and he loved how sweetly she surrendered.
He took his time, rendering her breathless, before gently tugging on her lower lip.
Teasing. Tasting. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
His hands roamed, one running up her silken legs.
His palm slid flat atop her thigh, until his big hand spanned across her panties.
Knox ducked, taking her exposed nipple into his mouth as he simultaneously slid his thumb up her slit, rubbing her swollen nub.
She bucked beneath him, mewling, and he smiled against her breast. She was already wet and aroused. Ready. He licked her nipple, teasing her, then nipped at it gently. Quinn squealed in surprise, and he gently blew over it, easing the sting.
He tugged the bodice of her sundress down with his other hand so both of her breasts were exposed. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Quinn had creamy, full tits, with pretty pink nipples. He could spend hours exploring her. Pleasuring her. Driving her out of her mind.
Knox cupped one breast, squeezing gently.
His thumb rubbed over her nipple, watching as it peaked beneath his touch.
Quinn shivered. He nipped at the underside of one breast, enjoying the soft fullness.
He knew she could feel his stubble raking over her creamy skin.
He felt masculine and gruff compared to her, somewhat harsh and commanding.
She responded beautifully to him, so damn sexy and sensual. He couldn’t stop touching or exploring Quinn. Knox wanted to completely devour her.
Lifting his head, he watched her expression and he continued circling her clit with his thumb.
Her panties had grown damp with her silken arousal, and he knew the wet satin against her little bud would further increase the sensation.
Quinn was already gasping and writhing beneath him, and he held her gaze, watching as her lips parted in a soft cry of pleasure.
“Knox,” she pleaded.
“You’re going to come for me,” he told her, his voice gravel. “Can you do that, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut.
“Look at me.” Those brown eyes locked with his again, and he held her gaze. “You’re going to come on my fingers. On my tongue. And then I’ll fill you with my cock, finally making you mine.”
He rubbed faster, harder, feeling her arch up off the bed.
“Knox,” she said again, panting.
“I know, baby girl,” he told her, turning his attention to one bare breast but keeping his eyes locked on her. He sucked one perfect bud into his mouth, a man starved. Her nipples were like ripe raspberries—red and pretty and fucking delicious.
He continued rubbing her swollen clit, listening to her sweet cries.
Knox’s fingers finally slid beneath her satin panties, touching her slick, swollen sex.
Knox nearly groaned. Quinn was hot and wet for him.
Perfect. He trailed his fingers through her folds, exploring, and rubbed her clit in small circles, loving her reactions.
Quinn fisted the sheets, almost there. As he lightly bit down on one taut nipple while feverishly circling her clit, she screamed, arching against him and crying out his name.
“Good girl,” he said huskily, slowing his touch and watching her enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Quinn was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving up and down, her pussy still pulsing.
Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, and her dress disheveled.
She was the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen.
Knox finally slid his hand free, prowling down her body.
He gripped her dress in his hands, pushing it up to her waist. Her satin panties covered her mound, and he could smell her sweet arousal.
He skimmed up her slit with the pad of his thumb, watching her tremble.
Knox kissed her softly over the satin, enjoying her taste.
Her scent. His fingers edged beneath the waistband, and he slowly pulled her panties down next, tossing them aside.
Quinn was watching him with wide eyes, and the trust she had in Knox nearly slayed him. She was vulnerable and exposed, submitting completely as he took her how he wanted, and he was eager to make her come apart once more.
His big shoulders spread her thighs wide as he settled himself between them, ready to feast on his girl.
Knox wanted all of her, in every way imaginable.
He edged closer to her swollen sex, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, and began to completely devour her.
Knox didn’t hesitate. Didn’t go slow. He ate her out mercilessly, wanting to hear her screaming his name.
Quinn bucked up off the bed, crying out in pleasure, and his cock swelled further, constrained in his boxer briefs.
She was delicious. Fragrant. Sweet.
His.