Page 37 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
That throbbing between my legs intensified. “Knox…”
“Let me touch you, Em.”
“Yes,” I whispered. I had to let him; otherwise, I might die from this.
When he kissed me again, I was so lost in the sensation I found myself kissing him back, my fingers curling into the hair at his nape as our lips fused more passionately. It was effortless. Like breathing. A skill I hadn’t realized I had until tonight.
Knox’s tongue became more demanding as one hand shifted, cupping my breast, his fingers scissoring over my nipple, sending a flash of pleasure/pain shooting from my nipple to my clitoris. I jerked, not sure what the new sensation was. It felt too good, too intense to be something I should want.
Our lips separated, and the next thing I knew, Knox’s arm banded around me as he jerked me forward so that his mouth was at my breast. He enveloped me in soft, wet heat when he took me in his mouth, suckling me firmly even as he held me in place.
My head tipped back as a moan tumbled from my lips. I found myself holding his head, keeping him there, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that crashed through me like waves against the shore. It was too much yet not quite enough. The suction intensified until I felt something snap inside me. It was like an electrical current exploded somewhere deep within, sending sparks out through my extremities as I cried out.
“Fuck,” Knox growled, his lips gliding up my chest.
I peered back down, wanting him to kiss me again. He did, only this time he slowed things down, as though he knew what had happened, what I’d felt.
But how could he when I didn’t even know what had just happened?
Knox’s eyes skimmed my face and he pulled me closer, shifting my hips until I was sitting across his thigh. His arm banded around my back, the other cupping my face and pulling me until my mouth was on his. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection against my butt, and my core instinctively clenched and released as though seeking what only he could offer.
At that point, I no longer had to think about right or wrong, because the only things that mattered were his lips on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and his warm hands caressing my oversensitive skin. He was firm yet gentle, and I was lost, drawn completely in, the sensations as powerful as the untamed sea, battering me from all angles.
He pulled back first, meeting my gaze. I was panting for breath, my heart racing, my body tingling. There was an ache between my legs that was desperate to be sated, but there was also a niggling of fear that arose. Not from what we were doing but from what this could do to me. I already felt tethered to this man. I didn’t want to be away from him; I didn’t want him doing this with anyone other than me. But that little voice in my head told me that was exactly what would happen come tomorrow. Knox would be gone and I would be … alone again.
Knox must’ve felt my hesitation because his body tensed.
“Don’t you dare send me to my room,” I snapped before he could bark a command. “Perhaps I don’t know the proper way to react or what I’m supposed to do next, but you do not get to send me to my room.”
Knox’s eyebrows rose and a smirk formed on his perfect mouth. “Sending you to your room is the absolute last thing on my mind.”
“Whatison your mind, Knox?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he slipped his free hand under my knees and lifted me up. I was shocked by his strength when he stepped up onto the bench, then out of the hot tub onto the patio. He carried me to the closest lounge chair while I wreathed his neck, hanging on for dear life, praying he wasn’t going to dump me somewhere.
He didn’t.
No, Knox was incredibly gentle as he eased me down, lowering himself over me while I still clung to him, not wanting him to go far.
I was the one to kiss him then, pulling his mouth to mine and ravishing his lips. The air was cold against my wet skin, but his body was hot, shielding me, fueling the flames that licked at every nerve ending. Knox didn’t hold back, plundering my mouth, his tongue thrashing as heat surged in my veins. This entire day had been building to this and I was helpless to stop it.
“Slow down, Em.”
I pulled back and stared up at him. “Am I doing something wrong?”
He laughed, clearly understanding I wasn’t asking seriously. I knew I wasn’t because this … this felt too good to be wrong.
“It’s not gonna happen like this,” he said softly, his mouth moving over mine. “I intend to take my time with you.”
“I hurt,” I whimpered, pressing my hips up, grinding myself against the enormous ridge covered by his shorts.
“I can help you with that.”
“Then why are you trying to slow me down?”
Knox chuckled, then eased onto his side so that he was laid out beside me, his arm sliding beneath my head. I stared over at him, ready to pummel him with insults because this wasn’t what I had in mind. Here I was, practically naked and aching, and he wanted to what? Cuddle?
Then I felt his hand on my thigh and I inhaled sharply.
