Page 123 of A Lick and A Promise
I felt it, heard it, and fisted my hands in his hair to hold him steady so he wouldn’t jerk back and I’d lose sight as he surged in and poured himself inside me.
I watched his jaw get tight, heard the breath hiss through his teeth, and fuck yeah.
As with everything Knox Chambers, he was hot AF when he was coming.
When it left him, his forehead landed on mine with a thunk.
I didn’t care. I didn’t move.
Neither did he.
It took a while for both of us, but eventually our breaths went even.
And he spoke.
“I’m such a fucking dick.”
I slid a hand from his hair to soothe his back over his shirt (he hadn’t bothered to take his clothes off before connecting with me) as I sifted my fingers through his hair in an effort to soothe more through that.
And I murmured, “Quiet.”
“Even this last week was a test.”
“I know, baby. Shh,” I shushed.
“She was the only thing Gypsy and I had, and she left.”
“I know, Knox. Just be here with me now.”
“I needed to know…with you.”
“I know.”
“I needed to know you wouldn’t ever leave.”
“I know, honey, just chill for a second with me. Okay?”
“I barely survived her. One more week with you, I wouldn’t survive if I lost you.”
I closed my eyes tight and held on to him tighter.
I opened them and whispered, “Hush.”
“I had to know or make you leave.”
It was throaty that time when I repeated, “I know.”
He touched his lips to mine then slid them down my jaw and buried his face in my neck.
We lay that way for a long time, after he naturally slid out of me, and longer.
Finally, he lifted his head and said, “Clean you up.”
“I’ll clean up. You get your arm back in that sling.”
“Babe—”
“But take your shirt off before you do it. You’re sleeping here.”
