Chapter 7
KNOX
I move quietly through the living room, careful not to stub a toe or overturn a table. The walls in these townhouses are thin, and I know firsthand how the noise carries, thanks to McGinnis.
Ava’s place has the same floor plan as mine, but it’s reversed. I duck into the powder room to clean up and dispose of the condom. Then I slip downstairs and grab the tub of cookies from the foyer table.
When I make my way back upstairs, Ava’s sitting up in bed, her knees pulled to her chest.
Relief flickers in her dark eyes. “You’re still here.”
“Of course.” I grin and hold up the cookies. “I figured you might want a sweet treat before bed, because I sure do.”
The hint of a smile curves her pretty lips. “I could definitely go for a cookie.”
“Better make it two.” I pop the lid off the container and hold it out to her. “You need to keep up your stamina, because I’m planning a doubleheader.”
Maybe even a hat trick if I’m lucky.
“I’ve only had back-to-back orgasms once,” she admits, taking the container. “And that was in Cancún.”
Pride floods my chest. Of course I like knowing that no other man has been able to deliver the kind of pleasure I do, but more importantly, I like knowing Ava feels safe sharing this part of herself.
“We’re going to rectify the Double-O situation.” I discard my pants and climb into bed, kneeling before her so we’re face to face. “You should have multiple orgasms, and often.”
She laughs. “I like the sound of that, but maybe we should start slow. You know, build up to it.”
“I respectfully disagree.” I pluck a cookie from the tub and hold it up to her mouth.
She takes a bite and I watch as she chews, her mouth doing a sensual dance that has my cock stirring with interest. Not gonna happen, buddy.
I press the remainder of the cookie into her hand.
“Now be a good girl and finish this while I enjoy my treat.”
“What are you—”
I part her knees and slide down on the bed, burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh.”
The position is wildly intimate, giving her the perfect vantage point to watch as I go down on her.
The first stroke is gentle, a soft breeze on a spring day. She must like it because her knees fall open, giving me better access.
“That’s right, darlin’. Let me see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I pepper kisses along her inner thigh. She looks and tastes divine, her sweet nectar coating my face and mouth.
There’s nothing I want more in this moment than to feel her coming on my tongue, but when I work my way back to her clit, I stop just short of contact.
I blow on the little bundle of nerves, and she wriggles her bottom, trying to close the gap between my mouth and her pussy.
“Ah, ah, ah.” She stares down at me, and our eyes lock. “I hate to eat alone.”
The look on her face—pure desire—nearly undoes me.
She takes a bite of her cookie and I reward her by sucking gently on her clit.
An unholy moan spills from her lips, and she clenches her fists, decimating what’s left of the cookie. Crumbs fall onto the bed, soiling the linens.
“I can’t— “ She gasps, fisting the sheets. “We’re making a mess.”
Hell yeah, we are.
“Sex is supposed to be messy. If it’s not, you’re doing it wrong.”
She grabs another cookie and brings it to her mouth. She hesitates. “You really don’t have to do this. It might take a while, and I probably won’t be able to reach orgasm anyway.”
The desire to throttle every asshole she’s ever dated resurfaces, but I shut it down.
I flash her a devilish grin as I look up at her. “Would you deny a hungry man his favorite meal?” She shakes her head. “Exactly. Relax and eat your cookies, darlin’.”
I work her relentlessly, licking and sucking as her pleasure builds. It’s slow and steady, and I’m enjoying the hell out of myself, memorizing every little sound she makes. The fact that I get to take my time and savor her just makes it that much sweeter.
“Oh god.”
“God can’t help you.” I circle her clit and suck hard. “You belong to me now.”
She moans, and it’s music to my ears. I don’t want to go a single day without hearing that sound.
I keep at it until she’s writhing against the pillows, surrounded by crumbs, my name on her lips.
When the last wave of pleasure subsides, I press a kiss to her abdomen and stretch out next to her, propping myself up on one elbow.
“Just so you know, I don’t normally have sex on the first date.” She sighs, looking entirely satisfied. “But those were really good cookies.”
“Noted.” I chuckle, pleased to see she ate every last one. “There are more where those came from.”
“Cookies or orgasms?”
“Both.”
“Thank you for tonight. This is the best date I’ve ever been on.” She rolls onto her side, curling into me. “Is this crazy?”
“What?”
“You and me. Dating, or whatever this is. There are a million ways it can go wrong. We’re neighbors. My job is temporary. The—”
“There are also a million ways it can go right.” I brush a stray curl from her forehead and smooth down her hair. “Fate brought us together for a reason, and this time, I’m not letting you go.”