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“That’s my girl.”
More heat. More wetness.
Knox’s fingers latched on to the sides of my thong, and he slowly slid them down my legs. Then he leaned forward and inhaled. “Pure heaven.”
My thighs trembled.
He lifted one leg, placing it farther apart from the other. Then his hands went to my ass, squeezing, kneading. His hooded gaze met mine. “I can’t wait to take you here.”
My mouth fell open.
“Love that innocent shock.”
And then he devoured. There was no warning with Knox. He ate me like a man starved. His tongue drove inside, making me nearly fall straight over.
I grabbed on to Knox’s shoulders as his tongue curled inside me. I couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped me.
Knox squeezed my ass harder.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making more sounds.
One hand slid between my legs as his tongue circled my clit. Knox thrust two fingers inside me, and my mouth fell open on a pant.
As they curled, my breaths came faster. Knox teased that bundle of nerves, coaxing it out to stand at attention. My heart hammered, and my fingers were sure to leave bruises on his shoulders.
The tip of Knox’s tongue flicked my clit, and I shattered.
Knox held me behind my legs, his face still buried between my thighs, as his fingers worked me through every wave of my orgasm.
I struggled to catch my breath as I came down, my body twitching with aftershocks.
Knox slowly pulled his fingers from my body. His eyes locked with mine, and then he licked those fingers clean.
My lips parted.
He looked up at me. “I was wrong. You’ve never been more beautiful than you are right now.”
A throat cleared outside the dressing room. “Everything okay in there? My other customer thought someone might be hurt. Heard a little moaning.”
There was pure amusement in Sharee’s voice, but I wanted to die. I jumped, trying to find my underwear. “We’re good,” I squeaked.
“Better than good, Sharee,” Knox called.
She giggled. “That’s what I thought.”
I glared at Knox. “I’m going to murder you.”
17
HAYDEN
I skimmed my hands over the silky fabric. The feel of it was otherworldly. The softest thing I’d ever felt.
Surveying my reflection in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. I hadn’t done the prom thing after my one disastrous foray into dating. I certainly hadn’t been invited to any weddings or galas. So, this was the fanciest I’d ever looked.
Knox had been right. Having a dress that I’d picked, one that I felt confident in, helped. I’d taken painstaking time with my makeup and hair. I’d rimmed my eyes in a purple so dark it was almost black. But my irises seemed to recognize the undertones, and the violet in them blazed brighter. I’d coated my lips in a sheer light pink that made them look plumper.
I’d spent at least an hour wielding the fancy new curling iron in my bathroom. I’d taken tiny sections, weaving the hair around the barrel. The effect was full, voluminous curls trailing down my back.
