Page 24 of Owned By Knuckles
I break the kiss and look down at her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes dark with arousal, her chest heaving.
"Tell me to stop," I say roughly. "Tell me this is too much and I'll walk away right now."
"Don't stop." Her voice is barely a whisper. "Please don't stop."
"Savannah—"
"I know what I'm asking for. I know this is crazy. I left my wedding just a few hours ago and now I'm in bed with you and nothing about this makes sense. But I don't care. I'm so tired of being careful. So tired of not having what I want. And I want this. I want you."
Fuck.
"You sure?"
"I've never been surer of anything."
That's all I need to hear.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting myself touch her the way I've been wanting to since she walked into my room. My hand slides from her face down her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my fingers.
Lower, over the swell of her breast through the t-shirt. She arches into my touch and makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
"Can I take this off?" I ask against her mouth.
"Yes."
I sit back and grab the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it up slowly. She lifts her arms to help and then she's bare from the waist up, and Jesus fucking Christ.
Her tits are perfect. Full and soft with pink nipples that are already hard. My mouth waters looking at them.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You're fucking beautiful."
She starts to cover herself with her arms. "I'm not—"
"Don't." I gently pull her arms away. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking gorgeous, Savannah. Every inch of you."
"Derek always said—"
"I don't give a fuck what Derek said. He's a piece of shit who didn't deserve you." I lean down and press a kiss to the curve of her breast. "And he was clearly fucking blind."
She gasps when I take her nipple in my mouth. I suck gently, then harder when she arches into it, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair.
"Ryan," she breathes.
Hearing my name in her voice like that, breathy and desperate and full of need, makes me want to give her everything.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She's making small sounds now, whimpers and gasps that tell me exactly what she likes.
I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her tense under my mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"What does it look like?" I look up at her from between her breasts. "I'm gonna eat this pussy until you forget how to form words. That okay with you?"
Her eyes go wide. "You don't have to—"
"I want to. Fuck, Savannah, I've been thinking about tasting you since you walked into my room. So, unless you don't want this, I'm going down on you."
"I... Derek never..."
