Page 35 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
That fluttery feeling was back, filling my belly, my chest. It made my nipples pebble into hard, painful points. I knew I should’ve moved, but I was trapped by his gaze, by the heat I saw in his eyes.
“Knox…”
He leaned down, his breath warm against my lips. “Kiss me back, Em.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, the words coming out in a rushed whisper.
He didn’t seem to care about my declaration, because his lips pressed to mine. This time when they did, I didn’t panic, didn’t freeze. I let the sensations wash over me. The smoothness of his lips on mine, the light scrape of his stubble against my chin as he tilted my head, angling so our lips touched more intimately. The soft hair on his chest tickling my fingers as I spread my palms wide and soaked up the powerful body beneath.
“Let me in,” he whispered.
I did and a lightning bolt of heat slammed me between the legs, as though the actions of his tongue against mine were a direct correlation to the throbbing that had returned. The kiss turned more forceful, and I whimpered, but he swallowed it down when he canted his head to the side, his tongue foraging right between my lips and into my mouth.
I followed my body’s natural instinct, letting him lick at my tongue as I tried to find the right rhythm. I remained like that, terrified that he would stop if I did something wrong. He inched closer, his hand gripping my hip, pulling me toward him.
“Just like that,” Knox crooned, his tongue gliding roughly against mine.
I realized I was moaning, my hands having slid upward, my arms wreathing his neck as I held on, wanting more.
“Fuck, you taste good, Em.”
Heat bloomed inside me, filling all the crevices, making me throb and ache as I succumbed to the kiss I’d spent the last couple of hours fantasizing about. It was wrong for so many reasons, but I couldn’t resist him, didn’t want to.
I’d never been kissed before, never felt this overwhelming heat that drove out the cold loneliness I’d been consumed by all my life.
When Knox finally pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, I fought to catch my breath. I felt as though I’d run a mile in quicksand, getting nowhere but taxing my body to its max.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered softly, as though speaking only for me to hear.
I wanted to ask him why. Why would he want to kissme? What could I possibly offer a man like Knox? He was one of the wealthiest men on the planet according toForbesmagazine. He had houses in several states across the US as well as more in other countries. The social media posts I’d seen online showed him with various women all the time, while his Instagram feed boasted about all the things he did. I had nothing to offer him, nothing that would compare to the life he lived, so why was he here?
Before I knew it, I was speaking the words aloud. “What could a man like you possibly see in a girl like me?”
Knox pulled back an inch, held my gaze, the shimmering light from the water casting shadows across his features. “You’re not a girl.”
Not in years, no. It was true. I was a woman. Physically. But if you considered life experience…
“Knox, I can’t possibly have anything in common with you.”
I realized I was standing up, stepping closer as he backed up. Before I knew it, I was in the bubbling water, the bottom of my gown drenched, but I didn’t care. When he eased down onto the bench, I was practically hovering over him, driven by this strange urge to touch him.
Knox’s chin tilted, his eyes remaining on my face as I closed the distance between us. When I got close enough, he widened his legs, allowing me to move between them. Aside from that, he didn’t move.
I touched his jaw, grazed my fingertips over the stubble. I didn’t mean to touch him, but I’d wanted to all night.
“Until you, I’ve never even been kissed,” I said softly, taking in the angles of his handsome face. “Never been kissed. Never been touched.”
“Emily…” There was so much warning in that single word.
The tides had turned and suddenly I was the predator and he was the prey.
I met his gaze briefly, then watched as I slid my fingertips upward, into his thick, inky black hair as I moved over his temple, his ear, toward the nape of his neck. It was softer than I expected, like silk through my fingers. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, or even what I intended to do, but it felt right to touch him and I wasn’t questioning it. If I did, I would stop and that would make me feel stupid. I didn’t want to feel stupid. Not here. Not with Knox.
I cupped his cheek and tilted his head back as I leaned in and brushed my lips to his.
Instantly his hands were on my hips, but I couldn’t tell if he was holding me because he wanted to touch me or because he wanted to push me away.
“I like how I feel when you kiss me,” I admitted. “But I don’t know what it is I’m feeling. I don’t think it’s smart because of who you are.”
