Page 118 of Knox Unleashed
“That’s fair.” I slide my hand up her back, settling at the base of her neck, where I squeeze gently.
She sighs into my touch, and I knead a little harder.
“You’re not weak for needing a little protection, Maren. But you don’t get to pretend you don’t need it either.”
She huffs a quiet breath. “Don’t get used to being right, Knox.”
I grin at that, enjoying the feel of her as I slide my hand up and down her back.
“Knox.”
“Yeah, Maren?”
She looks up at me. “You think you could take me to bed?”
I grip her hips and lift her so she can wrap her legs around me. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”
As we walk, she buries her head against my neck, and I scoop my hands beneath her ass.
When I push the bedroom door open with my boot, I realize that I’ve slept here a thousand nights but have only ever considered it a secondary place to crash, after the clubhouse.
Now, it has meaning, because it’s the foundation of the place that Maren and I will build our future in.
I close the door behind us and help Maren find her footing as I put her down. My hands find her waist, and I pull her to me, stooping to find her lips because I want them on me more than I want my next breath.
There are things to unpack and things to find a home for, but all of it can wait.
Her mouth opens to me, her lips soft and sure. The way she kisses me is guaranteed to undo me every single time, and I slide my fingers into her hair, holding her face exactly where I want her so I can savor this.
I don’t want to rush, because I’ll look back and remember this as the day Maren moved in. I know she hasn’t agreed to it yet, and I know she thinks she’s only here for a few days, until the danger blows over, but I’m going to convince her to stay.
I reach for her bait shop polo shirt, and tug it over her head, revealing a pretty pale blue lace bra. She tilts her head to the left as I run kisses along her neck and down her jaw.
My hands shift along her waist, her breath catching when my thumbs brush over her ribs. She lets out the smallest sounds, and it hits every part of me.
Maren reaches for my cut and shoves it off my shoulders. I wriggle out of it and drop it over the chair. Then, her hands slipbeneath the hem of my T-shirt, and I tug the back of the neck to pull it over my head.
She places a run of kisses along my pecs that feel playful and claiming.
I can’t keep my hands off her. They want to explore every part of her, all at once.
“Let me,” Maren says as she reaches for my belt. She frees it, then my button and my zipper, before shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs.
“Gotta take my boots off,” I mutter, trying to disentangle myself from her.
But she stuns me by dropping to her knees. “Not yet.”
When she takes my cock in her hand, I forget all about how hard the floor is and how I should have gotten a rug to protect her knees. Because the minute I see those soft lips of hers, wide open to take my cock, I get dizzy.
And then, her mouth, wet and warm, closes around my cock, and I swear I see Jesus.
I grasp behind me for the dresser, leaning back to place both palms on it. Maren has to shuffle a little closer, and my cock pops out of her mouth, for a second.
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna hurt your knees.”
But she simply looks up as she runs her tongue the full length of the underside of my cock before flicking the tip.
I suck in a breath, just as Maren sucks me back into her mouth.
