Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
For a moment, neither of us move. His hand is still on me, slowly stroking and teasing my pussy through my jeans. It’s almost shocking how quickly he can unravel me. How easily he’s able to flip that switch, leaving me gasping and strung tight.
Every subtle shift, every brush of his fingers sends another ripple of sensation through me. It continues to build until I’m teetering on the edge of something I can’t quite reach. My body reacts before my mind has a chance to fully catch up, chasing the feeling, leaning into it despite myself.
It’s overwhelming in the best, and worst, way possible because he never pushes me over. He keeps me dangling on the edge, suspended, my breath uneven, my thoughts slipping through my fingers as heat coils low in my core. I’m so close it’s almost unbearable. Close enough that I’m embarrassingly aware of just how little it would take for me to beg for more.
He turns in his seat, his gaze dragging over my face as desire flares in his eyes.
“Damn,” he says roughly. “You’re so sexy.”
I spread my legs wider, giving him more access. “Knox… you better not be heating me up for nothing.”
“Is that what I’m doing, baby? Getting you all worked up only to leave you frustrated?”
He presses his fingers more firmly against my core, and a helpless moan tumbles free.
“Pretty sure that little pussy was completely satisfied yesterday.”
His filthy words only make everything worse.
When I stay quiet, his fingers rub over me in a way that makes my thighs tremble.
“Well, Hollywood? I’m waiting. Did I take care of that little pussy yesterday or not?”
I’m barely able to force out a response. “You did.”
“Excellent answer.”
When the delicious pressure disappears, my lips part in protest. I’m seconds away from begging him to touch me again when his fingers shift to the button of my jeans, flicking it open and dragging down the zipper with one quick movement.
His hand slips beneath the fabric of my panties, and every thought in my head shatters as I groan. He strokes me slowly, as if we have all the time in the world and we’re not in a public place. I sink back against the leather seat, my body arching into his touch.
“You’ve really made a mess of those panties, haven’t you, baby?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks even as my body burns for more. “Yes.”
“I love how soaked you get.”
My teeth scrape over my bottom lip. “I never have before.”
His fingers slide in and out of me, and his gaze sharpens. “No?”
I shake my head. “Not like this.”
Never like this.
“Good.” His voice turns rough enough to make my pulse skip. “I love that I’m the only one who can turn you on this much.”
A whimper slips from me.
He shifts closer, leaning over me, his mouth brushing across mine before murmuring, “I’m going to teach this pussy to cry on command. All I’ll have to do is look at you and she’ll be wet and waiting for me.”
Oh.
My.
God.
A strangled laugh almost breaks loose at the same time as a moan, because who knew this man could talk so dirty?
A better question would be—who knew I’d like it so much?
It’s one revelation after another with Knox McNichols.
His fingers thrust deeper. “Now, I want you to be a good girl and come all over my hand.” There’s a pause. “Can you do that for me?”
Apparently, I can.
One more stroke is all it takes for pleasure to crest and break. The sensation rushes through me as I cry out. My body reacts instinctively, hips lifting as if chasing the last of it, holding on for as long as I can.
The orgasm hits hard enough for everything around me to disappear. All I can do is breathe through it as I ride out the wave. My teeth sink into my lower lip to keep the sounds trapped inside. By the time my release fades, I’m left unsteady, my thoughts slow to catch up. Knox is still here, his hand lingering, his touch unhurried, as if he’s in no rush to let me go.
When I force my eyes open, I find him watching me.
“Feel good?” he asks before pressing his mouth to mine.
“Amazing.”
He pulls his hand from my jeans and stares at fingers that are slick with my arousal. With his gaze locked on mine, he slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean.
My stomach swoops.
His eyelids feather closed as he savors the taste before opening them again, desire and heat swirling within his blue depths. “So damn delicious. Now,” he says, voice deeper than before, “are you ready to go upstairs and be properly fucked, or do you still have questions about the fight?”
The response is out before I can second-guess it. “I’d really like to be fucked.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “That works out well because I’m in the mood to fuck you.”