Chapter Four
Knox froze. For a second, her words just hung there in the chilly gym.
His hand stayed right where it was, pressed between her thighs on the damp fabric, but his eyes went wide, almost like he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.
Nora caught the change in him—usually so controlled, always the doctor, suddenly knocked off balance.
The tough, confident side of him faded into real surprise.
He stared at her like she'd just turned into someone else. The way she pulled him in, flirted, let him kiss her and yank off her sweatshirt—none of that matched what she’d just said. Absentmindedly, his thumb brushed her through the wet fabric, like he was still processing.
"Wait, you’re actually serious?"
“I am.”
He let out a rough breath and shook his head, still kneeling there, still holding her through her pants. "How does someone walk into a locked Arctic station, look me in the eye while I’m all over her, and still be a virgin?"
Something wild and daring lit up inside Nora.
With the doors sealed and no one coming for weeks, she felt free in a way she never had.
She stepped forward, put both hands on his shoulders, and gave him a push until he dropped back on the mat.
Then she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with one quick move.
For the first time, she was looking down at him. She settled in, feeling him hard against her right through his pants. Knox automatically put his hands on her hips, but she grabbed his wrists and moved them up, making him cup her breasts through her thin shirt.
"Maybe I was just waiting for the right situation," she said, sounding light even though her heart was pounding. "Or maybe just the right guy—one who literally can’t leave for two weeks."
His fingers tightened a little. She could feel how warm his hands were even through her clothes—and how hard he was trying to keep himself under control. Outside, the wind still howled, making the whole place feel even smaller.
Nora leaned in, her lips right by his ear. "It's freezing in here, Knox. The heat still sucks. I'm cold." She rocked her hips against him, slow and on purpose, letting the wet seam of her pants slide along him. "I need you to keep me warm."
He made a low, needy sound. His hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples. She let him touch for a second, then started working his belt open, slow and teasing—unthreading the leather, popping the button, sliding the zipper down, never breaking eye contact.
"Nora." He said her name like it was both a warning and a request.
"I know what I'm doing," she whispered, even if she was making it up as she went. She slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around him. He was thick, hot, and already hard—bigger than she expected. She gave him a gentle, curious stroke, watching his jaw tighten.
“Christ.”
She smiled to herself and did it again. The rush of making this usually-in-control guy lose it was dizzying. She kept stroking him, then leaned down and kissed him—slower, deeper, making sure he knew this was her choice.
Knox started to lose control. One hand left her chest and grabbed her hair, holding her to him. The other squeezed her hip, pulling her closer. He kissed her like he was starving, while she kept up her slow, teasing strokes on his cock.
He broke the kiss just long enough to say against her lips, "Pants off. Now."
Nora lifted her hips so he could yank her pants and underwear down her thighs. She kicked them off. Cold air hit her skin, but then his hand was there, hot and sure, sliding between her legs and finding how wet she really was.
“Fuck,” he muttered. "You're soaked."
He slid a finger into her, no warning. The stretch was sudden and sharp.
Nora’s head dropped back, a rough sound escaping her.
She was tight—almost too tight—and the slow push burned in a way that made her thighs shake around him.
He eased his finger in deeper, watching her face until he was all the way inside.
"Breathe," he told her. "Just let me in."
She took a breath. He slid in a second finger. The stretch got more intense. Nora grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in as he started moving—first slow, then deeper, finding a spot that made her see stars. The wet sounds of his fingers filled the little room.
"Look at me," he said, voice low.
She forced her eyes open. The look on his face was hungry, almost disbelieving that this was all new to her. He kept a steady rhythm with his fingers, his palm pressing against her clit every time. The mix of sensations got intense fast.
"You’re gonna come on my hand," he told her. "Then I’m going down on you and making you do it again."
Nora just moaned. She ground against his fingers, chasing the feeling, all her focus narrowing down to where he was inside her.
The orgasm hit, sudden and hard. She cried out, clutching around his fingers, pleasure rolling through her in waves.
He kept going until she was shaking and too sensitive, then finally pulled his hand away.
Before she could catch her breath, he lifted her, turned her onto her back, and pushed her thighs apart. He settled between them, looking up the length of her body.
“Keep them open.”
Nora’s breath stuttered.
Then he put his mouth on her.
The first long lick had her arching off the mat with a shocked, broken cry. It was so new and intense her mind blanked out for a second. No one had ever done this to her. Nothing had ever felt like the hot, wet drag of his tongue against her.
Knox held her hips down firmly and did it again, slower this time, using his thumbs to spread her open and lick deeper. Nora grabbed at his hair, another helpless sound escaping her.
"Oh—God—"
He growled against her and kept going. Long, deliberate strokes from entrance to clit, then focused, filthy attention on the swollen bud itself.
When he finally sealed his lips around it and sucked, Nora’s back bowed and a raw, open moan tore from her throat.
She tried to close her thighs, but he just held them open and sucked harder.
"Knox—wait—it's too much—"
He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked with slow, steady focus, slipping two thick fingers back inside her while his tongue circled her clit. The mix was overwhelming. Nora could only make desperate, broken sounds—gasping, moaning, trying to say his name every time he sucked harder.
"I can’t— I’ve never— oh fuck—"
The orgasm built fast, but he kept her right on the edge, licking her until she was desperate. Nora’s cries got sharper and more frantic. She clung to his hair, babbling half-formed pleas and cursing, stunned that anything could feel this good.
When he finally let her go over, the orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
Nora came with a loud, broken cry, squeezing his head between her thighs, hips jerking against his mouth as pleasure crashed through her in long, violent pulses.
He didn’t let up, licking her through every wave, sucking her clit gently as she shook and moaned and tried to twist away from the sensitivity.
"Too much—Knox, it's too much—"
He made a low, satisfied noise and only slowed down when her cries turned into soft, shaky whimpers. Even then, he kept his mouth on her, gentler now, licking her through the aftershocks while she shook and tried to catch her breath.
When he finally looked up, his mouth was wet. He wiped it away with the back of his hand and stared at her—red-faced, naked from the waist down, still shaking, the evidence of her orgasm obvious on her and the mat. She could barely speak.
"Virgin," he said again, quieter now, like he still couldn't quite believe it. "Not for long."
Nora propped herself up on her elbows, still out of breath. The cold air in the room hit her skin, but she was still warm between her legs. She reached for him, fingers brushing his open waistband and the thick length pressing up for her.
Knox moved up and kissed her, slow this time, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He braced himself on one hand beside her head, the other sliding down to stroke her, gentle but possessive.
"Tomorrow, I’m going to start stretching you for real," he said against her mouth, voice rough. "Fingers first. Then more. When I finally fuck you, I want you ready for all of it. And I’m not pulling out."
Nora’s breath caught. She wrapped her arm around his neck and held him close.
"Okay," she whispered, voice shaky.
Outside, the wind kept battering the walls. Inside, all rules had gone out the window. She was his to claim now, and with the lockdown, there was no reason to stop.