Page 36 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Who am I, Em?”
I tilted my head, looked into his eyes, unsure how to answer that. He knew he was my stepbrother, but it was as though he was denying that part.
Maybe that meant I should, too.
My heart slammed against my ribs as Knox’s palms moved upward, along my sides, the heavy flannel gown preventing me from feeling his touch.
I didn’t freeze, but I didn’t help him along, unsure of what I was supposed to do.
As it was, I was confused by my body’s reaction to him. I’d never had this sort of reaction before, never felt the onslaught of sensations coursing just beneath my skin or the deep, throbbing ache between my legs. I suspected deep down that it was wrong because of who he was, that I wasn’t supposed to want this from my stepbrother, yet the more he took, the more I let him.
“You taste sweet,” Knox said softly before his tongue dipped back into my mouth, deeper this time until he was licking against my tongue.
I didn’t intend to do it, but I applied pressure against his tongue with my own.
Knox growled softly. “Good girl, Em. Kiss me back.”
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend he was anyone else, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that I was kissing my stepbrother. And liking it.
Only try as I might, I couldn’t. His kiss triggered my inner desires. I couldn’t imagine him as anyone other than Knox Montgomery, the devilish billionaire who was touted as being both the sexiest man alive and the world’s most eligible bachelor. He wasn’t the Knox who was related to me by marriage but rather a sexy, domineering man who made my heart beat harder and my body turn liquid. It should’ve had me retreating, fighting to get away, but I found myself leaning into him, my arms wreathing his neck as he licked and sucked on my tongue.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before. So powerful, I could feel a pull between my legs, a throbbing that intensified as his fingertips pressed more insistently into my flesh.
I wasn’t a complete misanthrope. I knew kissing was something people did. But since I’d never experienced it, never even had the opportunity, I’d always wondered why anyone would want to do it. It didn’t look appealing, so I figured it was merely a way for two people to show their affection for one another.
What was transpiring here had nothing to do with affection, but that didn’t change how much I enjoyed it. His tongue in my mouth… I was taking him inside me, and that in itself felt sexual, made my body throb even more.
Knox didn’t rush me, but he maintained firm control even when he nibbled on my lower lip. Several minutes passed as he gently explored, and with each passing second, my body grew warmer, my muscles tightening, and the sensation between my legs and in my breasts intensified. This new feeling was foreign and addictive, which could only mean one thing. I shouldn’t be doing it.
“Relax, Em.” Knox’s hands braced along my sides, sliding higher, over my torso until his fingers were freeing the buttons along the front of my gown.
I swallowed hard, both scared and thrilled by what would happen when he freed them all.
His tongue continued to coax mine as the cool air caressed my nipples when he parted the sides, pushing the gown off my shoulders. It hooked along the tops of my arms and beneath my breasts, trapping me momentarily. I shivered, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was from the overwhelming desire that flooded my system.
Knox didn’t touch me at first. Nothing more than his thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts, his fingertips pressing against my shoulder blades as though he was holding me in place. The heat of his touch seared my bare skin and it felt amazing. So much so I wanted him to remove the gown completely so I could feel his touch everywhere.
I pulled back then, breaking the kiss. I was panting heavily, my blood thrumming in my veins.
“We can’t do this,” I whispered, wishing he would listen but hoping he wouldn’t at the same time.
“We already are,” he said simply.
I inhaled sharply when the calloused pads of his thumbs grazed my sensitive nipples.
My hands were once again on his shoulders, and I considered pushing away from him, but Knox’s fingers tightened on my back, keeping me in place.
“Relax, Emily,” he commanded roughly. “Put your arms down.”
It was the need that vibrated in his words that made me stop pushing against him, dropping my hands into the water. The only thing I could do was focus on the scrape of his thumbs against my sensitive flesh, the way his eyes glittered as he took in the sight of my naked breasts.
“You like that.”
I shook my head to deny it, but it was clearly a lie. I moaned softly when he paused long enough to free one more button so the gown gave way. Immediately, it slid down my arms and into the water, the weighted fabric sinking to the bottom, leaving me clad only in my panties.
Knox’s gaze skated over my skin, like a physical caress along my heated flesh. The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful and sexy and … wanted.
“Fuck.” His eyes lifted to mine. “You make me want to do dirty things to you.”
