Page 50 of Knox Unleashed
He glances down between us as he slowly and deliberately grinds his erect cock along the seam of my denim shorts. It’s slow and delicious. It’s impossible to not imagine what it would feel like if he freed it and slowly nudged it into me. What it would feel like as he pulsed his cum into me, creating something more than the two of us.
A slow exhale leaves him, and his nose brushes along my cheek. “You realize, if I leave here tonight…” he says, his lips so close to my ear, his breath tickles, causing me to shiver. He pauses to lick the skin.
“If you leave here tonight, what?”
“If I leave here tonight, I’m going to spend the rest of my life wondering what it would have felt like to fuck you.”
My fingers tighten in his cut. “Knox.”
“And,” he continues, his voice rougher as he drags his lips along the line of my jaw, “it feels like a regret I’d rather avoid.”
His mouth finds the sensitive place just beneath my ear, and I gasp.
His hand tightens on my waist at the sound. “Yeah?”
“Don’t—” But the protest about to spill over my lips is crushed when his mouth finds mine.
The kiss isn’t gentle or tentative. It’s hungry. And my body needs it more than the air I breathe.
I can’t pretend any longer that I don’t want this. And perhaps Knox is right. Maybe, one day, I would regret it if we don’t.
I want to know. And not just because of Knox. Because for all I wondered if Knox was using me to get back at my father, there is a small piece of me that wonders if this isn’t my own act of rebellion.
So, I give in and kiss Knox how I want to.
I hitch my legs up higher around his waist and encourage him to grind against me. There is no restraint. Knox groans as he moves his hips against me.
The one thing I don’t do is beg.
His lips move over my face, along my jaw and over my cheek. They switch between heated kisses and gentle nips.
“God, you feel good,” he breathes against my neck.
My hands familiarize myself with the shape of him, running over his broad shoulders, up inside his cut to cup his neck, and into the loops of his jeans when I want to pull him closer.
“Maren,” he says. The sound of my name on his lips makes my stomach drop in a delicious way. “We could just…” His hand slides between my legs, cupping me before pressing his thumb over my clit.
My back arches just as surely as if he’d commanded me to bend it. “What?” I gasp.
“Get it out of our system.”
Six words I was not expecting Knox to say to me. “What?”
“I need to feel you, Maren. It’s driving me insane. Maybe we could just get this out of our system.”
“Is that you pleading?” I ask.
“It’s me being practical. We could keep it quiet. Just the two of us. Until the heat of this has died down between us.”
My fingers tighten on his shoulders as he cups me firmly, pressing up against me. I know if he slid his fingers up the hem of my shorts, he’d find me utterly soaked.
But I still find his solution crazy. “You’re seriously suggesting a secret affair in a town the size of a postage stamp?”
Knox chuckles. “This postage stamp town is good for the club because of its access to the water and a low cop-to-square-mile ratio, so I’m not gonna shit on it. And this has to be the fucking weirdest pre-fucking chat. But yes. We’re private people, you and me. We could do this. And you’re thinking too hard.”
“I might argue you aren’t thinking hard enough.”
He glances between us. “Something is already really, really hard.” His thumb brushes over my lip.
