Page 102 of Keep Me Close

One more stroke is all it takes for pleasure to crest and break. The sensation rushes through me as I cry out. My body reacts instinctively, hips lifting as if chasing the last of it, holding on for as long as I can.

The orgasm hits hard enough for everything around me to disappear. All I can do is breathe through it as I ride out the wave. My teeth sink into my lower lip to keep the sounds trapped inside. By the time my release fades, I’m left unsteady, my thoughts slow to catch up. Knox is still here, his hand lingering, his touch unhurried, as if he’s in no rush to let me go.

When I force my eyes open, I find him watching me.

“Feel good?” he asks before pressing his mouth to mine.

“Amazing.”

He pulls his hand from my jeans and stares at fingers that are slick with my arousal. With his gaze locked on mine, he slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean.

My stomach swoops.

His eyelids feather closed as he savors the taste before opening them again, desire and heat swirling within his blue depths. “So damn delicious. Now,” he says, voice deeper than before, “are you ready to go upstairs and be properly fucked, or do you still have questions about the fight?”

The response is out before I can second-guess it. “I’d really like to be fucked.”

One corner of his mouth lifts. “That works out well because I’m in the mood to fuck you.”

With that, I scramble out of the car. By the time I make it around to the trunk, Knox is already there waiting for me. It doesn’t seem to matter if I just came. I’m turned on all over again.

The second I’m close enough, he catches my fingers and reels me in until our mouths collide. The kiss is hungry, as if every ounce of restraint he’s been clinging to is long gone.

I don’t realize I’ve launched myself at him until his hands are on my ass and my legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries me toward the elevator.

I chuckle against his mouth. “I’m sorry, did I just attack you?”

“Pretty sure you did,” he says, sounding rather pleased about it. “And I’d be okay if you did it any time you felt the urge.”

That only makes me laugh harder before his mouth finds mine again.

Once inside the elevator, he shifts me around and pulls out a key card, sliding it into the panel. As soon as the doors glide shut, we rise through the building. His hands flex against my backside as my mouth skims over his jaw before settling on his lips again. I can’t help but rock against his thick erection, needing the delicious friction.

He groans. “Cheyenne.”

My lips tremble. “What?”

“Behave.”

When I do it again, he bites out a curse, and a little thrill shoots through me.

By the time the elevator chimes at the penthouse level, we’re both struggling for air. He barely waits for the doors to fully open before stepping out, his stride uneven as he carries me into the entryway.

“Knox.” His name falls from my lips in a gasp. “I want you so much.”

“Good,” he mutters, his voice strained in a way I’ve never heard before. “I feel the same damn way. I’ve been trying to hold back and do the right thing.” His grip tightens, as if the last shreds of his control are frayed to the breaking point. “I can’t anymore.”

“I don’t want you to,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

Unable to stand the layers separating us, I slide down his body and grab the hem of his sweatshirt, tugging it upward. He lifts his arms so I can pull it over his head before dropping it to the floor in a dark heap. And then his mouth is back on mine.

His T-shirt is next. I fist the fabric and drag it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to strip it off and toss it somewhere into the living room as we half-walk, half-stumble our way toward the bedroom.

He reaches for my jeans, hooking his fingers into the waistband. “You never buttoned them back up.”

“Guess I was a little distracted.”

A low laugh rumbles from him as he shoves them down my legs. I have to kick off my shoes before he can finish pulling them free.