Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
N ola slid her mouth off Knox’s cock with a pop. She sat up, licked her swollen lips, and smiled at him. “Hungry?”
She’d just finished sucking his cock, and he hadn’t recovered yet.
“Maybe.” His voice still held a low growl. His body felt too damn good to move yet.
“I’ll see what food we’ve got for dinner.” She bounced up off the bed.
His gaze went straight to her breasts. She had stubble burn from his beard. Then she bent over, giving a perfect view of her round ass, and he swallowed a groan. He watched as she pulled on his shirt. It swamped her, but of course she looked sexy in it.
She rolled up the sleeves and only did up a few buttons.
She headed for the kitchen. “Oh, the fridge is full.” She bent over to look inside it.
Knox folded an arm under his head. “I didn’t expect anything less from Killian.”
“He sure is something. A force of nature.” She started pulling things out and arranging them on a plate. She opened a cupboard and pulled out more things. “Nick loves working for Killian and Sentinel Security.”
The thought of Nick pricked at Knox’s conscience. He’d just fucked the man’s little sister. In several different, hot-and-sweaty ways.
He should feel some guilt, but looking at her, he couldn’t dredge any up. Nola was like a breath of fresh air.
He realized how stifled he’d felt. But over the last few hours, as he’d explored her body and heard her laugh and sigh, watched her cry out in pleasure, he’d felt like he was breathing deeply for the first time in a really long time.
She carried two plates over and set them on the rumpled bed. “Be right back.”
He stared at her slim legs as she skipped back to the kitchen. He pictured them wrapped around his waist again as he took her hard, or wrapped around his head as he ate her sweet pussy.
His hand clenched, and his cock stirred. Again. He felt like a fucking teenager.
She came back carrying two bottles of beer and handed one to him.
“I thought you were a cocktail girl.”
“I don’t mind the occasional beer.” She sat and clinked her bottle to his. “Here’s to evading bad guys and having amazing orgasms.”
Knox chuckled.
She beamed at him. “You should do that more often.”
Around her, he likely would. He sipped his beer. He could picture a lazy weekend with Nola in his bed, the pair of them cooking breakfast together, her showing him the sights of New York City.
He froze.
He realized he wasn’t just thinking about sex. That’s all he’d really had the last two years—pleasant, casual hookups, nothing serious, just sex.
This wasn’t just sex.
She lowered her beer and popped a slice of salami in her mouth. The entire time, she studied him.
“Is this the part where you warn me off?” She arched a dark brow. “Tell me not to make too much of us getting naked together?”
He slid an arm around her and tugged her toward him. “I’m still not sure I’m right for you. I’m too old, too—”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “You were the one making me scream before. Making me feel good.” Her voice lowered. “Making me feel safe. I’ve never felt like this before.”
Fuck .
He was falling fast, and he had no desire to break his fall. He took the beer bottles and set them aside.
Then he pulled her on top of him. “You could do better, Nola.”
She rolled her eyes. “I beg to differ.”
“But I’m not letting you go now.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’ve touched you now, been inside you. I’m not letting anyone else touch you, Nola Newhouse.”
She licked her lips. “ Okay .”
He tugged her forward and kissed her.
Nola moaned.
The tiles were cool against her back where Knox had her pinned to the wall in the shower.
Water cascaded over both of them. His mouth was on her neck, driving her crazy. He’d found a sensitive spot she hadn’t even known she had.
His bronze skin was wet and gleaming. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his back, and she wanted to lick it. She slid her hands into his wet hair.
“ Knox .” She writhed against him, enjoying the friction.
He lifted his head, and pressed his mouth to hers.
Everything about him lit her up.
“I need you inside me.” She bit his earlobe, and tightened her legs around him, rubbing against his hard cock.
“I don’t have any condoms left,” he said.
Her breath hitched and she licked her lips. “I know you have to have a health checkup to join Sentinel Security.”
His gaze hit hers. “A full medical. I’m clean.”
“Me too. And I’m on the Pill. I mean, you need to trust that what I’m telling you is…”
“I trust you, Nola.”
She swallowed. “So?”
“Shit, I haven’t gone bare in…a really long time.” He slid the length of his cock against her folds.
She rubbed against him, and slid a hand between their bodies. She gripped his cock and stroked.
The sound he made was part growl, part groan. “Temptress.” He hitched her higher, and his cock rubbed against her slick folds.
“ Yes ,” she breathed. “That’s right where I want you.”
He pushed inside her slowly. “Take my cock, Sprite.”
She bit her lip, absorbing the stretch. Oh, she loved the way he filled her.
“ Nola .” His voice was pure grit. “Your little gasps and moans drive me crazy.”
She met his glittering gaze and her chest tightened. He started to move inside her—in, out.
“So full of you, Knox.” Her body was trembling, a magnificent orgasm building inside her. Her arms and legs convulsed on him. “Don’t stop.”
“Never. Couldn’t.” His gaze burned into hers.
A second later, Nola came, the pleasure hot and sharp as it sliced through her. She chanted his name, her nails digging into his shoulders. He thrust inside her two more times, then pinned her hard to the wall.
“Will never get enough of this.” His grunts filled her ears, and she felt him pulse inside her as he came. His deep groan filled the shower stall.
Knox slapped a hand to the tile, both of them breathing hard.
“ Jesus .” He sucked in some air. “It just keeps getting better.”
Nola moved her hand over his back and stroked. Her fingers brushed a scar. It felt round and puckered.
“Bullet?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. Hurt like hell when it happened.”
“I bet.” Her throat tightened. She hated the idea of him being shot and hurting.
He nuzzled the side of her face. “I don’t get shot at anymore, so don’t worry.”
“You were shot at today,” she said.
“That was an exception.” He reached over and turned off the shower. He carried her out of the stall, and snagged a towel off the rack.
Once he reached the bed, he set her down and started drying her.
He knelt in front of her, running the towel down her legs. “You’re beautiful, Nola.”
She looked down at his dark head. He sure made her feel that way.
“Now, we need to get some sleep.” He swiped the towel over his body, then slid his hands through her damp hair. “Tomorrow, we need to get to Sentinel Security, and you need to talk to the police.”
She nodded and climbed into the bed. “I’m not looking forward to either of those things. Maybe we can just stay here. We have food, gin, excellent sex. I’m good.”
He settled beside her. “Your brother might object to that.”
She pulled a face. “Probably.”
He pulled her against him, lying back on the pillows.
She rubbed her cheek against his pec. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“Darling, you’ve gotten to know me pretty well the last few hours.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“I don’t have one.”
“What?” She lifted her head. “That’s illegal.”
He shook his head. “What’s yours?”
“Aquamarine and Aegean blue.”
His brow creased. “You just made those up.”
“No, I didn’t.” She played with the hair on his chest. “I have to admit the color silver is growing on me too.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Steak.”
She rolled her eyes. “Such a man.”
“Which I think you just proved over the last few hours you really like about me.”
“True. My favorite meal is spaghetti carbonara. The creamier the better. I don’t eat it too much or my skirts get too tight.”
“Babe, trust me, your skirts can never be too tight.” He squeezed her hip. “Or your curves too curvy.”
“Definitely spoken like a man.” She paused. “How come your marriage didn’t work out?”
He was quiet for a moment. “We were too young, but I think we got married for the wrong reasons. Friends around us were getting married, so it just seemed that we should too.”
“You didn’t love her?”
He shrugged. “I cared about her, but I wasn’t in love with her.” He tugged Nola back down. “I think most marriages are doomed. Too many expectations.”
“All because yours didn’t work out. That’s only one data point, Knox.”
“My sister is divorced. Asshole cleaned her out, and barely sees his kids. And my parents… My father wasn’t a nice guy, and he made my mom’s life hell. They never got divorced, but I never saw them happy.”
“Well, my parents’ marriage isn’t perfect by any means, but my mom and dad are happy together. Nick and Lainie are a wonderful example of a happy marriage. All the Sentinel Security guys are.”
Knox grunted.
She snuggled against him. “You’ll see.”
He’d told her that she was his. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment talking, but Nola knew deep down that Knox Holman was made for her.
If he tried to walk away again, she was going to fight for him.
A wave of tiredness washed over her, and she snuggled deeper into his arms. “I have something else to tell you.”
He cocked a brow. “Yeah?”
“I’m an unsettled sleeper. I have been since I was young. I toss and turn, and tend to tear the sheets up. My last boyfriend started sleeping in the guest bedroom when he stayed over. So, if you need me to sleep on the couch, I understand.”
He hauled her close, across his bare chest, until their noses touched. “You’re sleeping right beside me.”
A warm glow filled her chest. “Okay.”
He reached over and turned the lamp off. His strong arm was tight around her, and she pressed a palm to his chest and stroked his skin.
“Knox, this evening…”
“It was good, Sprite. Fucking good. Everything about you is amazing.”
“You like me,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I like you, too.”
His hand slid down and squeezed her ass. “Sleep now.”