to her? Had he said these things to all the beta women he had been with, winding them up for his own pleasure?
Or was this for her alone?
"You'd be so fucking tight." The timbre of his voice shifted, becoming harder, more urgent. "That pink little pussy of yours wouldn't want to let me go. You're so hungry for this right now, you—"
But Josie would never hear the end of that sentence because she'd had all she could take. With her fingers flying in tight circles around the nub of her clit, she shattered with a cry torn from the deepest part of her, thrashing back and forth and tearing at the bed. Wave after wave swept over her, filling her with pleasure so sharp it darkened her vision and deafened her to everything but Knox's roar. It felt like ages before the orgasm ebbed enough that she could open her eyes. Only then did she see Knox propped against the wall, every muscle in his arm standing out as he worked his shaft faster and faster.
The expression on his face was wild…savage…completely alpha. The cords in his neck stood out. His lips pulled back, baring his teeth, and he howled.
It was the fiercest sound Josie had ever heard, and as it reached a thunderous peak, Knox came.
Great jets of white come shot from his cock and splattered the floor, the rug, the far wall. On and on it went, longer and harder than Josie would ever have imagined possible.
And when it was finally over, he looked every bit as spent as she felt.
A part of her wanted nothing more than for Knox to collapse on the bed beside her and take her in his arms. But there was no way that could happen.
It suddenly seemed almost unbearably sad that no matter how good they were together, no matter how hard they could make each other come without even touching, they could never truly be lovers.
But from this moment on, there was no way in hell they were just friends, either.
Chapter Fourteen
Before Josie had come into his life, Knox thought he knew the difference between a bad idea and a shit one. Turned out he was dead wrong.
Not once after zipping up his pants and striding off to the kitchen for a rag to mop up the bedroom floor did he stop to shake some sense into himself—to realize the fire he was playing with.
After all, they were both rational adults. They knew the danger and how to mitigate it. They knew the consequences if they got too close or went too far.
Those were the sorts of things Knox told himself that first day. And maybe if their physical relationship had ended with that one fevered morning, Knox would have been able to keep on believing the seductive lie.
But it didn't end. Not that morning, and not in the glorious week that followed.
God knew he'd tried to resist her, but bringing Josie into his home had changed Knox, weakening his resolve.
Over the last two weeks, he'd become obsessed with Josie’s glossy curls the color of dawn, and her generous, pouty lips. He was hooked on the smallest details of her appearance—her delicate collarbones, her slender, quick fingers, the little scar on the inside of her arm where she'd burned herself with a curling iron.
Of course, none of that explained this longing that had wrapped its thorny tendrils around his heart. It wouldn't have mattered if Josie was horrible to look at or if she had walked up to his front door instead of being bound helpless in chains. Something much deeper tied her to him—something he couldn’t quite name.
There were clues in her scent, with its sprightly, fresh base and accents of deep passion. When she was aroused it all became more intense, like a rose bursting into bloom.
Knox didn't have any words to describe the scent of her slick—but he did have a secret. He'd been cleaning up a pool of it from the floor after one of their recent mutual masturbation sessions when, without thinking, he dipped a finger into it and tasted it. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced, like drinking the nectar of the gods.
Ever since, he could think of nothing else. Knowing he could never put his lips and tongue to Josie's sweet cunt was pure torment, as maddening as watching her tear her clothes off whenever she got the urge to touch herself.
Which turned out to be all the fucking time. Once