Chapter 27
His knuckles tap my window at exactly midnight.
"Mr. Thompson." I keep my voice prim and proper as he climbs through, rain-soaked again despite the clear sky. "This is highly inappropriate."
"Miss Walters." His eyes darken as he takes in my silk pajamas. "I apologize for the late hour."
"You shouldn’t be sneaking in here," I say softly. "Sneaking into the Senator’s daughter’s room at this hour. What would the campaign team think?"
"Wouldn't want to ruin that perfect image you're portraying." He steps closer, predatory grace in every movement. "Though I have to say, Princess, watching you play good girl is driving me fucking crazy."
"Language, Mr. Thompson." But heat pools in my stomach as he crowds me against my desk. "What would your new team think?"
"They'd think I'm the luckiest man alive." His hands find my hips. "Getting to see both sides of Kennedy Walters – the perfect senator's daughter in public, and this..." He nips my neck. "In private."
"Knox." The name slips out on a gasp.
"Remember what I said?" His mouth traces my jaw. "About knowing exactly what you need?"
I do. God, I do. Remember every word from that night, every promise, every touch.
"Show me." The words come out breathy, needy. "Show me what I need."
His kiss is anything but proper. Deep and claiming and full of promise, making me arch into him as his hands slide under my silk top.
"First," he murmurs against my lips, "you need to know how fucking beautiful you are. Playing perfect daughter all day, making me work for every look..."
His mouth moves lower, finding that spot on my neck that makes me whimper.
"Then," his hands trace patterns on my skin, "you need to know how much I love both sides of you. The public perfection and the naughty virgin."
"Knox, please..."
"Shh." He glances at Sawyer. "Patience, Princess." He lifts me onto the desk. "You are so fucking bad, you know that?"
"You love it," I whisper.
He whispers into my ear, "We're doing this right this time. Slow. Thorough. Making sure you know exactly how precious you are."
What follows is a revelation of soft touches and whispered praise. Knox takes his time, learning my body like it's sacred, showing me pleasure I didn't know existed.
When I try to rush, he pulls back.
"How bad do you want to be? Do you want my tongue fucking you while your roommate’s asleep?"
I inhale sharply, thinking that’s a bad idea but not wanting to stop.
"Or how about I fuck you with my fingers."
He pushes my silk pajama shorts to the side and breathes into my hair.
"Is that what you want?"
I nod, and he touches me softly.
"You’re so fucking wet, you bad, bad girl."
I reach for his pants and he doesn’t stop me. I stroke his dick as he watches me.
"My dick is going to feel so much better."
I roll my head back, enjoying his fingers.
"Oh yeah?" I mumble into his neck and bite his shoulder. He fucks me harder and then covers my mouth when a moan escapes me.
"You’re going to wake up your roommate."
He pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. Watching him do that turns me on. Then he kisses me.
He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. I watch, wondering what he’s doing. He aims himself to me.
"Knox," I whimper at how soft he feels against my thigh.
"I know, Princess. I won’t fuck you, I promise."
He moves my pajamas to the side.
I breathe, holding onto him. "Then what are you doing?"
"Showing you what you’re missing."
His tip finds my entrance, but he doesn’t enter. My vagina is throbbing, screaming at him to slide in. I pull him closer, inviting him in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rubs against me, slowly pressing. I only feel a tiny bit of pressure. Holy hell, I want this. I grasp onto him and beg.
"Knox," I moan.
He grins, pressing the tiniest bit into me again. I exhale as he watches.
"Don’t stop."
"I’m stopping," he says, not moving. I think his head might be inside of me, I can’t tell. And then he says, "Look."
I glance down at his dick length between us. His head is barely in. The view is unreal. I’m so turned on.
"You’re so wet, I could slip right in." He pulls away, bringing his pants to his hips. "But I won’t."
"Knox," I gasp. "What the fuck?"
He fixes my pajamas, grabs my head, and whispers in my ear, "It’s only a matter of time before you’re not a virgin and you’re riding my dick every single night, but until then, I’m going to make you work for it.
I’m going to make you beg, baby. You need to promise to be mine and only mine… forever. Understand?"
"Forever?" I ask, wondering why we need to make such a heavy vow, but I see my answer in his eyes. He doesn’t want to just fuck. He’s past that.
He wants me to commit, long term before we do something we can never take back.
Before he gives me every part of him. Before he truly falls in love with me.
He needs to secure me before there’s no turning back.
I guess this way of handling his fear is better than how he handled it previously.
"Forever," he echoes.
"Is that really what you want?" I ask.
"It is, and I need to know if that’s what you want."
I pull away, deep in thought. My vagina is throbbing as I walk past him. "I still need time."
He nods. "I should go."
I agree.
He reaches for the window and before he leaves, he says, "Kennedy."
I’m already looking at him.
"Time is ticking."
When he disappears, I lay in my bed and stir.
Forever?
Why am I hesitating?
The tables have turned, it seems, and I have to settle it.
The fear of being hurt again is massive…because do people really change? My father tells me that once a person shows their spots, they rarely change. Sometimes it’s temporary, but never ever misread the signs. People show you who they truly are under pressure.
As for Knox, he’s shown me exactly who he is.
I’m not sure he knows what forever means.