my entire body buck to greet him. And I swear on all that is holy, Sylvia just shouted hell yes!
“There we go,” he pants through a barely-there smile as his hand dives deep for a moment and I gasp. “That’s my girl. You’re going to say my name.”
“What?” I try to smack him across the chest and end up offering up a spontaneous rubdown instead. My God, he feels insane.
“You’re going to say my name.” Those slight commas on either side of his cheeks depress as if it were a mere fact. As much as Knox has the power to melt me, there is still something inherently obnoxious about him, and truth be told, it makes me want him ten times more.
“I think you’re going to say my name.” I reach down, dip my hands south and gasp. “You’re joking, right?”
For a second I think maybe I’ve accidentally latched onto some abnormally long remote control, but dear God, this is a flesh-covered light saber that looks painfully greedy to impale the nearest princess.
“That’s no joke, honey”—Knox lands his hot mouth over my neck and takes a gentle bite, just enough to keep me in the moment—“and neither is this.” His tongue runs down my body like a line of fire.
“Oh my God!”
A dark laugh rumbles from him as he comes back to my ear and whispers, “Say it.”
“Just for that, I won’t.” I might be kind to those in need, but I’m stubborn to a fault where everyone else is concerned.
“You will.” He sinks back down and gives my boob’s twin sister a good lashing with that long, hot, prehensile tongue of his.
Oh, wow. My head writhes over the bed at a manic pace. He’s got me. It’s clear Knox is going to torment me until I scream his name from the top of my lungs, and I just might, but not before he beats me to it.
“Okay, that’s it.” I wrestle him off me and cinch my hands around his wrists until I’ve landed him on his back. “You don’t mess with me,” I seethe into those blue lanterns. I bathe his body with kisses as I dip down low and Knox groans as if I’ve just stuck a butter knife into his thigh.
“Relax, cowboy. We’re just getting started.” I twist my neck just enough to look at him, lying there with those drugged eyes, the slight look of agony on his face. “And when you scream my name? I’d like a hard emphasis on the second syllable.”
“You are the bossiest woman who has ever been near my body.”
“Ha!” I bark out a laugh. “You’ll be glad about that in about a minute.” My lips land over him and my stomach seizes with heat. Damn girth has my mouth feeling like I’ve wrapped it around a telephone pole. Try as I might, I need to hike over his body and straddle him to even hope to lodge that thing down my throat. No sooner do I crest the ridge of his abdomen than his chest pumps with a laugh, making my bottom jump to the ceiling.
“Nice view, sweetheart.”
A breath gets caught in my throat at the audacity, and just as I’m about to initiate a dismount, he pulls me to him with one aggressive yank, landing my sweet home Alabama right into the heat of his mouth. Sylvia just screamed home run!
“Knox!” I shrill it out so loud it hurts my throat, and then I freeze in horror.
His chest bucks with a laugh once again. “Knew it,” he hums into me and it’s all I can do to whimper and moan. My fingers squeeze the sheets as I struggle to breathe. There’s no hope of me returning the favor at the moment because I’m too lost in an ecstasy I have never known, disabling me from moving, or breathing, or thinking. Knox is making out with Sylvia, making out with Sylvia! Oh my sweet hell, how is this feeling even humanly possible? There’s no way this is supposed to feel this unreal and delicious. If the world experienced anything half this good, it would eschew all responsibility and retreat to the boudoir twenty-four-freaking-seven.
That coil inside me winds tighter than ever should be safe, and as much as I squirm and writhe, there’s no way I ever want to get away from him.
“Knox!” I extend his name in a hard groan, and as much as my body bends and flexes, he’s right there with me. Something in me snaps, and