wasn't like she could die of sexual frustration.
But even after pulling the covers up to her neck and counting backward from a hundred, the demands of her throbbing cunt only intensified. Josie tried her best not to think about it—about what would have happened if Knox had taken one more step toward her in front of the fireplace. If he had closed the distance between them so that his hand brushed her hip—accidentally, innocently—putting into motion all of those deliciously dirty things he'd described.
She should have realized there was no such thing as keeping a secret from an alpha. He towered over the bed, the light spilling in from the other room illuminating his hard features drawn into a scowl. But even that wasn't enough to dispel the urges that were centered between her legs.
"I'm sorry," Josie mumbled, shame burning her face. At least she'd covered herself before he entered the room.
"For touching yourself?" Knox said incredulously. "For trying to ease the ache? Don't be—I was doing the exact same thing outside."
"Oh." The thought of Knox standing in the moonlight reflected off the snow with his cock in his hand was enough to make Josie tremble—even as warning bells jangled in her head. "But we shouldn't—"
"We won't." His tone was firm enough to reassure her. "But if we're both doing the same thing anyway, we might as well keep each other company."
Then Knox ripped down the zipper of his pants, freeing the giant cock that, until now, she'd only been able to imagine. It stood straight out, engorged and rock hard, glistening from the saliva he spit into his open palm before starting to slowly stroke.
Josie almost forgot to breathe as she watched him slide his hand up and down, showing his shaft off to her. Until now, she hadn't been adequate to the task of imagining its velvety smoothness, its sheer heft and girth, but she stared hungrily, taking in every detail in the bright light of day.
Knox watched her watching him, the steady rumble in his chest like the purring of a huge predatory cat. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he began to stroke faster, urged on by her open-mouthed awe.
Josie couldn't look away if she wanted to. Somehow, the reality of his cock was even better than the fantasies she'd created in her mind.
"Show me what I want," Knox thundered. From the look in his eyes, he would not be denied this request. Already, Josie's legs had fallen open of their own volition. The rustle of fabric on her clit was nearly unbearable, and without thinking, she flicked it with her fingertip and was rewarded with a shudder that traveled through her entire body.
"Take those damn things off."
Josie gasped as a trickle of heat leaked from her pussy, and pushed down her pants before she could become self-conscious. The air in the room felt different now, heavy with the awareness that all of Knox's attention was focused on her…wanting her.
Josie took a breath and held his gaze as she slowly spread her legs wide. A new boldness filled her as she saw him swallow, his hand moving more roughly on his cock now. She danced her fingertips lightly over her pussy lips, ruffling them, opening herself to his view. The more she revealed, the harder he stroked, the hungrier the look in his eyes, as though an electric current arced between them.
A soft moan of surrender escaped her lips as she slipped one finger inside.
"That's right," Knox urged. "Show me where you're dying for me to put this cock."
Josie spread her lips wide, spurred not only by the blaze inside her but by the intensity of his need. Biting her lip between her teeth, she allowed one fingertip to brush against her hard bud, bucking against her own hand.
"Fuck, I don't know why you're so afraid of my cock," Knox growled. "Look how wet you are. Even without me touching you, you're dripping with enough slick that I could slide all the way in right now."
Oh God, if only that were true! Josie felt the first stirrings of her orgasm as her head fell back, and she imagined how it would feel to be stretched and filled to her limit. She moaned, the sound foreign to her ears, a sound of pure hunger.
Knox's breath came harder. He braced himself against the wall as his fist moved in a blur. "You'd fucking love it. You know you would."
Did he know what his dirty talk was doing