Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
SAVI
A man like Knox holding a baby should be considered a crime.
It’s a lethal combination, and one I’m having a very hard time with.
It’s getting harder and harder to stop myself from grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him somewhere private so I can climb him like a tree to satisfy this yearning he has caused between my legs.
Pulling out a chair, I take a seat and immediately cross my legs to ease the pressure, hoping like hell I can get through this dinner unscathed.
Lyla takes Cruz from Knox, and I breathe a little easier. He looks way too sexy holding my nephew, and it’s doing things to my ovaries and my heart to see them together.
Taking the open seat next to me, he sheds his jacket and gets more comfortable, opening a few buttons and rolling up his sleeves.
Damn him for looking even more sinfully hot as he runs his hand through his hair and tousles it just the way I like it. I can almost feel the softness running through my fingers.
Smoothing down my black skirt, I fist my hand under the table as my boot bounces nervously against my crossed leg.
His thigh brushes mine as he adjusts his chair slightly, bringing him closer to me before he lifts his menu and glances at it. Amusement flashes in those blues, and I know without a doubt he’s got something up his sleeve.
The waitress comes by, and we order our drinks and appetizers. I opt for the biggest margarita they have, desperately needing something to take the edge off.
“Thirsty, sunshine?” He murmurs under his breath.
“Thirsty doesn’t begin to cover it,” I say quietly.
A low chuckle shakes his shoulders as he appears to study the menu.
I tense when I feel his hand appear on my thigh. My skin burns from his touch as he runs his hand up higher and rests possessively under my skirt. He keeps it there so close to the V of my legs that one movement of his fingers and he’ll be touching the dampness of my lace.
When our drinks arrive, I take a huge sip, letting the tequila do its job as my insides warm from the alcohol.
“Mmmm,” Olivia says, taking a drink of hers. “This is a damn good margarita.”
“Agreed,” I smile across the table and take another sip.
“Almost as good as Montgomery’s, but you’ve got them beat, babe.” Olivia leans over and kisses Miles on the cheek.
“Damn right I do,” he grins, leaning back with his arm over her chair.
I try to focus on small talk as the guys discuss the game. My nieces are busy coloring on the kids’ menu while Cruz is still sound asleep in Jake’s arms.
Knox’s hand doesn’t budge, and if anything, it’s gripping more as his fingers knead my flesh. He continues his conversation like it’s nothing when I’m feeling everything, and can barely stop my moan.
Testing him a bit, I move my hand to his thigh and feel him tense underneath me.
Biting a smile back, I give him a taste of his own medicine as my finger ‘accidentally’ brushes the front of his pants.
He grips my thigh tighter in warning as I feel him grow bigger by the second.
Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his tequila on the rocks before shifting slightly in his seat. I keep my eyes trained on the company around me, feeling like I should win an Oscar for the performance I’m giving.
My phone vibrates in my purse, and I reach inside to make sure it’s not an emergency with one of my patients.
Knox
BATHROOM HALLWAY NOW!
I glance over, and he’s pocketing his phone, avoiding my gaze. His jaw is tense and perfectly chiseled as he takes a sip of his drink.
“I’ll be right back. That was Dr. Matthews. He needs some information about a patient of mine. I need to make a quick call,” I ramble, not entirely sure what the hell is coming out of my mouth as I feel Knox release his grip on me so I can stand.
They nod and go back to their conversations as I walk quickly to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.
It’s dimly lit and feels like a mile long before I finally find the door to the ladies’ room and step inside, needing a second to put myself together.
Walking to the sink, I run a hand through my hair and smooth down my skirt before touching up my lipstick. I finger the necklace at my throat and feel my heart accelerate.
He’s close by.
I can feel him.
Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach, I walk back out and softly yelp in surprise as strong arms immediately usher me farther down the hall.
His hard body is pressed against me as my back hits the wall, blocking me from anyone’s sight if they were to come around the corner.
“You’ve been very naughty tonight, sunshine,” he says quietly, fingering the chain around my neck and following it to the swell of my breast. Pulling out the gold charm with his number, his eyes darken as he rubs it between his fingers.
“Me naughty?” I ask, my eyes widening. “You’ve been up in my skirt all night, driving me mad.”
“I belong all up in your skirt.” He runs his hand up my thigh, going under the black fabric.
This time, though, he doesn’t stop as his hand goes directly between my legs.
“I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he whispers seductively, fingering the lace of my panties before slipping a finger inside.
I moan softly as he sinks in deep and adds another finger.
“Fuck, Sav,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me.” He moves his palm against me, and I shamelessly want more.
“Please, Knox,” I whimper. “I need you to make this ache stop.”
“You do realize I’m a dead man walking if one of your brothers happens to need to take a piss, right?”
“You’re right,” I sigh. “My nieces are here too. Shit. I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t think when it comes to you, apparently.”
Knowing I need to get my head on straight, I try to move away, but he stops me.
“Not a chance,” he says, shaking his head. “I take care of what is mine. I just need…” His brows furrow as he looks around and steps back, turning the handle on one of the doors that are closed next to us.
It doesn’t budge, so he tries the next one. The handle turns easily, and he peeks his head inside before turning and grinning wickedly at me.
“I guess it’s our lucky day,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me inside. There’s enough light from the small window to let me know it’s a supply closet of some kind.
A soft click of the lock has me turning around as his dark figure approaches me.
“About that ache you need taken care of,” he murmurs, walking me back until I hit a wall. His hand slides back up my thigh and slips into my panties again. “Let’s see what I can do about making it stop.”
His fingers dive in, and my head falls back with a moan. I feel his breath against my lips as his tongue traces my bottom one before moving to my neck.
“We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty red lips…yet,” he grins against my skin as he sucks the flesh behind my ear instead.
His presence consumes me as I feel his hard body against me and inhale his scent that drives me wild. All the pent-up energy that’s been stirring between us since I first saw him on the ice tonight comes crashing to a head.
I suddenly need more.
I want more.
My hands go to his pants as I fumble with his buckle, lowering his zipper. He stills and groans as I rub down the length of him through his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard, leaving me no doubt that he wants me just as much.
“Fucking you in a closet with your family on the other side of the wall is a dangerous game to be playing, sunshine.”
“I take care of what is mine, too,” I rasp, releasing him and wrapping my hand around his swollen skin. “If you’re too afraid of getting caught, I can stop,” I tease, making a move to remove my hand and giggle when he firmly covers his hand over mine and guides it down the length of him again.
“I think we both know that I don’t give two fucks about being caught.” He lifts me up and pins me to the wall as my legs lock tightly around him.
Faint conversation filters through the thin walls as people dine just a few feet away, completely unaware that we are sating a hunger far more dangerous than theirs.
“Try not to scream, sunshine. This one's going to be fast and explosive.”
Sliding my thong to the side, he centers himself and thrusts in deep as I bite my lip to stifle a cry.
“Jesus,” he pants, filling me again, harder this time. “Always so fucking good,” he moans into my neck before sucking deep on my flesh.
“Yes,” I whimper, feeling the buildup deep in my core. “So good,” I groan as he hits spots deep inside that quickly knock me to the edge.
His fingers dig into my ass as mine tighten in his hair.
“You are going to sit at the table for the rest of the night with my cum coating this sweet pussy,” he growls. “Since I can’t touch you, you are damn well going to feel me slide down your thighs and remember who you belong to.”
“You,” I breathe. “I belong to you,” I moan as my body explodes on my last words. Biting back a scream, my walls pulse around him as my orgasm overtakes all coherent thoughts.
“Savi,” he groans my name as his warm release pours into me, igniting all kinds of sensations as I feel him constrict deep inside in the same frantic rhythm.
“Holy shit. Fast and explosive is right,” I pant, trying to catch my breath after the last tremor leaves my body.
“It’s always been explosive with us,” he chuckles softly. “Anger, sex…love. It’s never not felt like a thousand fireworks shooting off at once.”
“True,” I giggle, bringing him to me, and kissing his lips softly, being careful not to leave any red evidence on his skin. “I love you, Knox,” I breathe against his soft lips.
“And I love you, sunshine,” he smiles against me before fingering my necklace again.
“Thank you again for everything.” I touch the charm between my breasts and smile. “It meant so much to me to wear your number tonight knowing you asked me to.”