Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
SAVI
Lying down, I feel the soft felt against my back as my legs tremble from the heated look in those blues. This man is on a mission, and I’m the one he wants to conquer.
I know I probably took the limo too far, but I couldn’t help myself. Between the wine and feeling his eyes undressing me as I danced, it had me desperate to touch him.
Once I got started, I couldn’t stop. I was on my own mission to get this man to hand over his control to me. And God did he ever. It was hot as hell seeing him lose control from my touch and doing something so forbidden while everyone else had no clue that this gorgeous man was falling at my mercy.
Looking at me like the devil himself, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and discards it on the floor. His intense gaze stays trained on me as he runs his hands down my legs again.
Grabbing my ankles, he places them on his shoulders. His eyes turn hungry as he glances down at my exposed center. Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifts me higher, so I have no choice but to lock my legs around his neck and hold on.
He’s so tall that the only part of me left on the pool table is my head and the top part of my shoulders as my body lifts to meet his demands.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this, sunshine.” His low voice penetrates the air and sinks into my skin, giving me goosebumps as I wait with bated breath for what I know will be intense.
The first swipe of his tongue, and I’m a goner as he dives in, leaving me grasping for something to hold on to as my fingers try to dig into the table. Lifting my hands above my head, I curl my fingers around the side of the wooden pool table as my spiked heels dig into his skin.
His low growl vibrates against me, shooting sparks of desire straight to my core as his tongue sucks and pulls on my flesh.
“Jesus,” I gasp, lifting my hips as I thrust myself against his mouth, relishing in the feel of his stubble against my throbbing skin. “Oh, God,” I moan, as his tongue dives deep inside, making my legs quiver and my heart race.
“Beg,” he orders, leaving my center and swiping his tongue along my inner thigh, leaving me with an unsatisfied ache.
“Please…” I pant. “I need more…please,” I beg, knowing I’ll do anything in this moment to relieve the pressure building between my legs.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “Sink those heels into me. You’re going to need something to hang on to.” He lightly bites my inner thigh before his teeth find my swollen clit.
I feel his tongue swirl around it before he latches on and sucks hard, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My heels dig harder into his shoulders, and I close my eyes on a moan, arching up further as a willing sacrifice.
“Yes,” I moan loudly, feeling my body begin to fall. He does things with his mouth that should be criminal, as he brings me to the brink of an orgasm in two seconds flat as my body explodes into a million shattered pieces.
His name is ripped from my lips on a scream as I pulse and surrender to him as intense pleasure swallows me whole.
Licking and sucking every last drop, my body eagerly bends to his will and gives him what he’s been wanting to devour.
When he’s finally sated, he lowers me down slowly. I watch, dazed and fascinated, as he unbuckles his pants and discards them along with his boxer briefs and shoes.
He’s a masterpiece to look at as my eyes scan the length of him.
“I want to show you something,” he says softly, pulling me up and lifting me in his arms.
I bury my face in his chest as he walks us across the kitchen and into my bedroom. I’m confused when he sets me down in front of my full-length mirror.
I look at him in the mirror as he stands behind me and slowly takes the barrettes out of my hair, placing them on the dresser next to us. My hair naturally falls from the side where it was kept, covering both of my shoulders.
His hand brushes my dark locks to expose one side of my neck before his lips kiss the spot behind my ear.
“I want you to watch me touch you,” he breathes, sliding his hand up to cover my breast before squeezing hard. “You are the most beautiful sight when you come undone for me.”
I stare at my reflection as my eyes burn bright with a mixture of love and lust as his hands wander over my body. My skin glows and is still flushed from my orgasm as he moves his palm down my stomach and cups my sex.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, locking eyes with me through the glass and sliding a finger in. My lids close of their own accord as he adds another finger and goes deeper. “Keep your eyes on me, sunshine.”
I blink them open and watch through hooded eyelids as he tugs my taut nipple before sliding up to my throat and holding me there with his palm.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes, pressing against me from behind and feeling him rock hard against my backside.
“This…,” he murmurs—watching me part my lips on a sigh as he touches my swollen clit and slides his swollen length against the crevice of my ass.
“This is the gift I get to see every time I have the privilege of touching you.”
His words wash over me like a warm, heated blanket. Eyes so blue with love stare back at me, putting my heart into a vice as I lose myself in the pure beauty of it.
“I love you,” I whisper, not being able to hold the words in as I sink further into the soul of the man touching me.
“I love you, too,” he swallows thickly through the host of emotions swirling around us. My backside is slick now from his arousal as he bends me forward a bit and uses it to move easily between my cheeks.
Pressing back into him, I relish the feel of him hard against me as the ache between my legs grows more intense.
Keeping his hand wrapped around my throat, a thrill rushes through my body as his fingers tighten their hold while the other hand leaves between my legs.
Not being able to take my eyes off his reflection, I feel his hand trail down my back before his thumb follows the crevice of my behind and applies pressure to my other hole.
My eyes flutter at the sensation as he presses his thumb into me and slides his swollen length through my arousal, letting me see his tip between my legs as he coats himself with my wetness with each slow thrust.
Moaning, I reach down between my legs and touch him as he slides against my hand. My palm presses harder against him as he awakens my nerve endings on my backside with his thumb.
“Fuck, Savi,” he groans, moving harder against me and keeping me locked to watching us in the mirror with his hand wrapped around my neck.
Not that I could look away if I wanted to. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen as his powerful body moves against me. His chest is covered in a sheen of sweat, and with his dark tattoos straining against his muscles, he’s a magnificent sight to see.
Like a fallen angel, but with a soul so beautiful it almost hurts to see.
Suddenly desperate to have him inside, I push against him, which only deepens the pleasure with his thumb. Whimpering, I feel him apply pressure before he slides it out and plunges it back inside, sending jolts of pleasure to my core.
“Please,” I beg for the second time tonight. “I need you inside me,” I gasp as another electric bolt shoots through my body.
“You like me filling both holes, sunshine?” He watches me in the mirror as his thumb tortures me from behind. Sliding my hand against him as he thrusts between my legs, I try to guide him to my entrance.
“Yes,” I rasp, slightly bending over more, but still being upright enough with his hand firmly on my throat.
“Please, Knox. I need you,” I whisper, watching his eyes flash with a carnal need as I utter the three words I know he loves to hear.
“I need you,” I say again, moving my ass against him and feeling his tip touch where I want him the most.
“You have me,” he groans, filling me in one deep thrust. “Fuck, do you have me,” he growls, holding me tight and watching me intently through the reflection as our bodies join in a heated frenzy.
“Yes,” I moan, feeling him deep inside from both angles, causing an intense pressure that makes me feel completely owned by him in every way possible.
Lifting my arm, I dig my fingers into his hair and hang on tight as our bodies belong to each other. Watching us in the mirror and hearing the erotic sounds of slapping every time he plunges into me has my body on the brink within seconds.
His eyes are dark and wild as he lets the feral animal inside him take over.
“Look into your eyes, sunshine,” he growls, making sure my eyes are trained on myself. “I want you to watch yourself shatter around my cock. Watch how you surrender to me.”
I stare into my blue eyes that are burning with such an intensity that it’s hard to believe the woman I’m looking at was once afraid and felt weak around any type of intimacy.
The woman before me now is strong and confident. She’s sexy and powerful.
She’s who I was always supposed to be.
“This is what I see when I look at you,” he says, reading my thoughts. He moves slowly and deep inside me. “It’s who I’ve always seen.”
I blink back the unexpected tears, and he leans down to kiss my neck.
“I’ve always seen you, too,” I whisper, as he lifts his head to meet my gaze. “This is who we both were always meant to be.”
He nods briefly before burying his face in my neck, too overcome with emotion to speak.
So he shows me instead as his body moves against mine and claims me with his touch.
Filling me deep with such passion and tenderness that I know I’ll be savoring the feel of him long after the last touch is felt.
“Cum for me,” he breathes in my ear as he finally lifts his head and watches my body bow to his every will.
He fills me—mind, body, and soul. I splinter to pieces right before my eyes as my fingers grip his hair, and I bow back in pure ecstasy.
Taking him over the edge with me, he releases a moan as taut muscles hold me tight and our bodies pulse in sync, wrapped around one another.
When the last tremor has left, he slides out of me and lifts me in his arms. I’m cradled to his chest as he walks us to the shower, where he quickly washes us both before tucking me to his side in bed.
We are asleep within minutes, feeling safe and peaceful because of the other’s warm body beside us.
No longer living in the past and chained by our demons, but free in this present moment.
I stare at the two blue lines in shock. Reading the insert again, I double-check to make sure I read the results right.
I’m pregnant.
The two lines are clear as day as they stare directly back at me.
Knox left this morning for a four-day trip with two away games back to back, and I’ve been so wrapped up in him that I hadn’t even realized I was late until this morning. I bought a test on my way home, but I never thought it would happen this fast.
My hand immediately goes to my belly as if I can somehow feel the baby through my leggings.
A million thoughts race through my head when I think of what this means. I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other once we got a taste of what it feels like between us.
Is he going to be happy? Scared?
I know we’ve talked about getting married one day and having a family. I just hope he’s really ready for this, and it doesn’t freak him out.
Glancing down at my stomach, I can’t help but smile as I rub my hand over the nonexistent bump.
A piece of him is growing inside me now.
Our baby.
Tears coat my lashes before they fall one by one.
“I love you so much already,” I whisper as the reality sinks in and excitement washes over me, overtaking any fears that I might have.
“Let’s keep this between us right now until your daddy comes back.”
This isn’t news you tell over the phone, and I don’t want him distracted for his next two games.
It will also give me time to figure out how I’m going to tell him.
Looking in the mirror, I run my hand over his jersey I’m wearing, which has become my favorite thing to sleep in when he’s gone, and a smile touches my lips as an idea forms in my head.
Pulling out my phone and knowing exactly how I’m going to tell him and what I need to do, I begin to search for the exact thing I have in mind.