Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,61
home.
I certainly felt that way as we were getting ready for a night out at Mickey’s. But just as I told Sunny, and even though I’m becoming addicted to Knox in an alarming way, I came back to Crystal Cove to refind myself. To be with my friends. And that’s what I intend to do.
Just with Knox by my side.
When we get back to the house, Knox makes good on his earlier promise. I’m kind of surprised we even make it to the porch before my shorts are around my ankles, with Knox taking me from me behind. It’s hurried, frenzied, it’s so damn erotic that I lose all my inhibitions and lose myself in him, instead.
If I thought our porch romp was any indication of how the rest of the night would go, I’d be wrong.
Once we’re inside, Knox hits the brakes, slowing things wayyyyy down, no longer in such a hurry. But there’s more where that came from. What we do inside is even more explosive than the night before. Though it shouldn’t surprise me, it does. Not that I thought our being together is a fluke, but instead of me on top or him fucking my brains out, he’s different.
Just like I told Sunny: He is everything.
He pleasures my body in the laziest fashion, and I mean that in the best way possible. The attention he lavishes only heightens my arousal. Slow, lazy kisses becoming teasing nibbles on my nipples, then my clit, paired with determined strokes of his thumb that threaten to send me over the edge. Each time my orgasm crests, Knox retreats, bringing me slightly back down to Earth only to make me soar once again.
He’s relentless in his pursuit until I threaten to shatter with need if he doesn’t embed himself deep inside me soon. The anticipation drives me wild, and as he takes his time kissing, licking, sucking, and caressing my skin, anticipation grows to new heights. Each sizzling touch, each intoxicating kiss, each shiver-inducing caress sends dizzying sensations throughout my body, and by the time he finally plunges into me with one deliciously deep-seated thrust, I’m putty beneath him.
And this is just the beginning. Knox takes me more times, in more ways, in one night than I’ve ever experienced before.
He takes me; I ride him. From behind, bent over the side of the bed. Me on the edge of the bed while he stands with my legs resting on his shoulders—rendering him impossibly deep inside me, filling me nearly to the point of pain.
Each position proves more explosive than the last, and the more intimately we connect, the more he seeps a bit deeper into my heart. When we’ve finally exhausted ourselves and Knox settles into bed behind me, his arm curling around my waist, I’m flooded with unexpected emotion and it feels like my heart could burst with happiness.
I’m an idiot for thinking I could continue to have meaningless sex with him. Especially now that I’ve gotten to know him—and have found that I like the guy.
I really freaking like the guy.
And I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do.
THINGS FALL INTO PLACE RELATIVELY easily after Clay leaves to go back home, eager to be with Maria again. Though we’ve already spent most of our time together, Knox no longer feels he has to check in with anyone. He’s focused solely on me, and I’m not going to lie: I’m becoming pretty damn accustomed to it.
Our daily routine, which I’ve come to adore, consists of sleep, sand, sun, sex—wash, rinse, repeat. There’s been no more talk of the future, of the time beyond the summer, and surprisingly, I’m okay with that. Like I told Sunny, while I could see myself becoming addicted to this man, I know it’s physical, and that’s the only type of connection we’re going to forge. And that’s fine by me. I’m more content than I’ve been in far too long, and I plan on making the most of it. Not to mention, between the heat and Knox, I fall into bed exhausted beyond belief every single night and enter a state of pure bliss. My brain doesn’t even have time to race if it wanted to.
After countless nights at my place, I finally cajole Knox into bringing me to his. He warns me, calling it a work in progress, and when I walk through the front door, I burst into a coughing fit.
“Good Lord, Knox. Have you considered dusting lately?”