Chapter 5
Summer hadn’t intended to talk with Knox this much, and yet, since that Thursday night while he was away, they’d had phone sex seven nights in a row.
And every session was more climactic—no pun intended.
His voice did something to her deep inside, stroked every nerve ending, almost brought her to climax with just the timbre of his magnetic words.
She had never felt this kind of intensity about a man before.
Granted, she didn’t have immense experience. A couple of lovers before she got married, then her husband, a couple of lovers after, including Paul.
But Knox was on a whole different level.
He let her experience every fantasy she could think of.
Sometimes she let him believe she’d done it; other times she told him it was something she dreamed about.
Multiple partners, orgies, watching two men together, two women.
He made every scenario completely amazing.
There was no judgment, no censure. With Knox, it was anything goes.
He asked her questions too, about her lovers, her husband, her marriage, her children, her job, her desires, her past, her future. He could wheedle every secret out of her. And she didn’t mind.
But tonight, she wanted to know more about him.
With her hand down between her legs, already wet, she asked him, “So tell me, have you ever been married?”
He laughed, but it was harsh rather than soft. “When I was young. When I didn’t know myself well. When I still believed in happy endings.”
“I guess that means it didn’t end happily.”
She could almost see his head shake in that seconds-long pause.
“I would say it ended rather badly.” She thought she’d have to ask another question, but he said, “I thought I wanted children. I thought she did too, but when it came right down to it, we could never agree on the timing.” Then another pause, this one even longer.
She let it go on until he said, “I caught her in bed with another man. And while I thought I could forgive her, that we could start over, she said she didn’t want to. She was pregnant. And it was his.”
He didn’t have to tell her his feelings on the subject—the deep dark silence said it all. “Well, that was rude,” she said.
This time, his laugh was genuine. “Totally rude.” Then he added, “After that I decided fooling around was a whole helluva lot more fun than love. You don’t need to be in love, you just need attraction.
Electric attraction.” He paused, but he didn’t leave her hanging.
“The kind of attraction I feel for you.”
She smiled. “Tell me all about your attraction.”
His voice went deep and husky. “I dream about fucking you in every way. Missionary, you on top, from behind, reverse cowgirl.”
She told him her favorite position, one Everett had never tried, saying it aggravated an old high school knee injury.
But the truth was that it meant he couldn’t watch his movie as easily.
“I like it when I’m on my back, with you on your haunches, my legs draped over your thighs, and my vibrator between my legs.
” She lowered her voice, increasing the tempo of her fingers on her clit.
“You take me slow, really slow, over my G-spot, not even going deep yet.”
“I can feel your body quivering and spasming around me.”
“And it does, tightening and releasing, over and over until I want to scream. And then...” On the edge, she closed her eyes, stroking herself, imagining him inside her.
“You know just how I like it, how I need it. You read all my signals. You stop, just thrust lightly, slowly, riding me. And I can feel it coming, it’s right there, hanging over me, and then it hits.
It’s like a tidal wave, a tsunami, an explosion.
” She could feel herself almost there. “And you know just by my cries and the way I throw my head back and forth on the pillow, you know I’m coming.
” Oh God, it was almost as if he were doing it to her now.
His voice came in a low rasp. “I know because I feel your body clamping down on me, and it makes me want to slam into you. The moment I feel you come, I fuck you hard, thrusting into you while you scream, riding your climax until I think I can’t take it another second, and I have to breathe hard and suck in my breath and tell myself I can’t come yet because I need you to ride out the wave. ”
She wanted to come so badly, and her voice was barely more than a harsh whisper. “Make me come now, Knox.”
“Come while I’m fucking you like this, come hard.”
Her climax rolled over her just as she’d described—an enormous wave dragging her under until she thought she might drown in the pleasure.
She didn’t care about the sounds she made.
She didn’t care if she screamed or wailed or shouted his name.
She didn’t care about anything except the sensations. And him.
Finally, after forever, she felt herself drifting, coming down, yet still somehow wanting more. “God,” she whispered. “That was good.”
“So fucking good,” he murmured. “Now I want you on your knees sucking my cock. Just like you sucked my cock in the club while your filthy husband was watching. But this time it’s all about me.”
She gave him everything he wanted. “You taste so good. Sweet and salty. I love how hard and thick you feel in my mouth. Your balls are tight in my hand, and I squeeze them while your fingers go to my hair to guide me. You make me take more than I think I can, but I do, and I love it and it’s so fucking good.
” She said the word because he loved it.
And it made her hot and wet all over again.
He groaned. “Christ, you’re good. You’re so fucking good. I’ve never had it like this before. I’ve never wanted it like this before. I’ve never actually needed it in quite this way. I’d do anything for another stroke of your tongue on the crown of my cock.”
“I squeeze you so hard that your head tips back and you groan. And then your whole body starts to shake, your limbs are quaking, and I know you’re close.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking close.”
“I suck just the crown, the very tip, suck it hard as I fist you in my palm, tight, pulling it out of you.”
He shouted, “Holy fuck, I’m coming, oh Christ, it’s so fucking perfect, fuck fuck fuck, don’t stop.”
“You fill up my mouth. I squeeze you and suck you and take every last drop of you I can get, swallowing all of it. I love the way you taste.”
“Jesus,” he swore, followed by a litany of words, some of them completely unintelligible. “Christ,” his oath came out harsh and deep. “So fucking good. I’m not even with you and it’s that fucking good.”
“It’s all about the brain,” she told him. “It’s about needing and wanting. And giving each other exactly what we want with words.”
“Sometimes I need your mouth on me so bad I have to go to the men’s room and jerk off.”
She laughed, softly, seductively. “I love the thought of you jerking off in the men’s room and thinking about me.”
“Don’t you go to the ladies’ room?”
She told him what she’d wanted to do, even if she hadn’t done it. “Yes. Especially when I see you in the hallway, or hear your voice in Holt’s office. It’s so hot I have to touch myself in the women’s bathroom.”
He chuckled. “You need to come to Holt’s office a lot more often. Or to see Spence. Or just wander down the hall so you can see me face to face and think about all the things we did the night before.”
“You’re making me a little crazy right now.”
“Good. I like it.” Then he said the most unexpected thing. “I want to meet you in the park.”
She sucked in a breath, suddenly flooded with terror. “We had a rule—no dating, no relationship.”
“This isn’t dating. Or a relationship. I won’t even talk to you.
I want to watch you walk braless in the park, wearing a short skirt and no panties.
And I’ll watch the men watch you. And I’ll watch you.
I’ll think about how when I get you home, I’ll fuck the hell out of you until you scream.
I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. ”
She loved the way he said that word, with such intensity, as if it was only ever for her. Fuck. It wasn’t raunchy. It was so raw, so needy, so fierce. Like it was all he could think about, every hour of every day, like doing it to her consumed him. Like it was making love.
“Is this another fantasy?” she wanted to know.
“Only fucking you afterward is the fantasy. But the park needs to be real. Meet me there on Saturday. I want to smell you as you walk by me. I want other men to scent you like hound dogs. And I want your nipples hard, tight beads against your blouse.”
She added quickly, without giving herself time to think, “A tank top with open armholes and a plunging neckline.”
“Oh yeah. That’s fucking perfect. I want to get hard while I’m watching you.” He paused only a moment. “Will you do it?”
She should say no. She should walk—no, run—in the opposite direction. Because this was escalation. This was danger.
But instead, the words slid so easily off her tongue. “When and where?”
A low-lying fog broke into a warm, sunny Saturday morning, and she spent an inordinate amount of time getting ready for her leisurely walk in the park.
She soaked in a hot bath, shaved her legs and underarms, washed and styled her hair, rubbed in lotion until her skin was silky smooth against her fingertips.
Now, what to wear? She chose a seafoam-green skirt, pairing it with a silky tank top in hues of green and white and orange.
It wasn’t tight but fell in flowing lines over her breasts and abdomen.
When she stood in front of the mirror, already anticipating Knox’s gaze on her, her nipples were tight buds clearly visible beneath the fabric.
She rubbed her palms over her breasts, cupped them in her hands, imagining it was his hands on her.
She applied makeup, nothing heavy-handed but enhancing her cheekbones and lips. Knox needed to imagine her lips around his cock when he looked at her.