Page 27 of Knox Unleashed
Enough to bring me to the brink of tears, but I swallow deeply. Because this man is helping me, and I don’t want to cause him more distress.
When he’s done, he takes my chin and nudges my head back into the spray. The water eases away the sting, and when I step out of the spray again, he gently wipes the water from my face with his thumbs as he cups my cheeks.
Knox releases me. “Let me see your arm.”
I lift it obediently, and he takes my wrist, turning it so he can see the places where I broke the skin when I fell. My bicep, my elbow, my palm. His hands are huge around mine, calloused and warm.
“You’re gonna feel all this tomorrow,” he mutters.
“Pretty sure I already feel it.”
A ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he works the soap slowly over my skin. He’s careful in tender places, steady and deliberate in others. The whooshing continues through my temples again but I can’t decide if it’s adrenaline again or the feeling of being hemmed in this shower with a man I wish would slide his fingers between my breasts and down to my clit to offer it some respite.
My chest brushes against his arm as I shift my weight.
He stills, and the air crackles between us.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
His gaze returns to my face. “Don’t apologize.”
The words are quieter than I expected. Water runs over his strong cheekbones and drips from the edge of his scruff. This time, when he lifts his hand to rinse the soap away, his actions are slow and absent-minded.
I should step back.
So should he.
Instead, his hand pauses at the curve of my hip like he’s forgotten why he’s here. His eyes flick down my body, then jerk back up again.
But knowing he can’t keep his eyes off me does something to me.
Knox exhales through his nose like he’s trying to steady himself, but I don’t want him to. I want him to show me how to be wild and reckless, and do whatever feels good and right in the moment, instead of dealing with existential thoughts and implications of how what I do affects everyone else.
His erection brushes against me, but Knox doesn’t move. He’s thick and hard.
“This is a bad idea,” Knox says.
Given the dimensions of his cock, I disagree.
“I think we both knew that before we even stepped foot in here.”
The words hang between us.
And the next time he touches me, there isn’t anything practical about it. His lips hit mine. Water sprays everywhere, but I don’t care.
I want Knox on me and in me and all over me.
His hand slides up my ribs, and I suck in a breath when his thumb brushes the underside of my breast.
His head tilts, and he pulls his lips away from mine just long enough to utter, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will. But don’t. Please.”
Something shifts in his expression. As if those words unleash the last of his restraint. His mouth finds mine in a hungry way that makes my knees weaken. Water runs relentlessly between us, the concrete walls holding the heat close.
The rough edge of his kiss eases into something softer and tender. Something I want to melt into. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead lightly against mine. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Because I’m Caldwell’s daughter?”
