Page 167 of A Lick and A Promise
“I could eat.”
“Then let’s start dinner.”
Knox let me go.
I jumped off my stool and rounded the bar.
Then, together, we made dinner and ate it in front of a game on TV.
Or Knox was watching TV.
I texted with Alexis to see how she was faring after the drama.
She was hurt but hanging in there.
And I could tell, not even what happened could make her less excited to be officially hitched to Jacob in T minus five days.
The hallmark of true love.
NINETEEN
MAGICAL PLACE
Knox might need to gradually increase his activity.
But the next morning, I fucked him instead of him fucking me.
He was semi-kinda back at work that day, and even though, for the most part, he’d be sitting in a chair and watching screens, I wanted him to have enough energy to keep his concentration up.
Also, I liked the top.
The only thing better than having your man under you, his chest and ab muscles flexing and popping, his fingers digging into your thighs, his face dark, his pupils blown, and his cock moving inside you, was having your man on top of you with all these things.
I mean, honestly, I’d give up my orgasm in order to watch the journey to his.
Fortunately, Knox never played it that way, so when things started to get heated (or more heated), he slid his hand up my thigh so he could use his thumb on my clit. Naturally, I went faster, then faster, and faster, and I came in time to be down enough to get the full beauty of watching Knox get his.
I dropped to his chest so I could feel it rise and fall under me, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“Gonna get you a cowboy hat,” he muttered. “You earned it.”
I smiled against his skin.
He felt it, I knew, because he squeezed me with his arms.
“Jacques is being good,” he eventually said. “But one of us has to take him out.”
Yeah.
We got busy before Jacques got to go outside.
I lifted my head. “You did it yesterday, I’ll do it today.”
“I’ll do coffee and puppy breakfast.”
We touched lips. I climbed off him (alas).
And we got up to face the day.
