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Chapter Seventeen

Knox

Icouldn’t figure out how to tell her what Switch had confirmed two days ago. I’d been sitting on the info since Switch told me because I still had no fucking clue how to get those words past my lips. It would devastate her and that wasn’t the only reason I was holding back. Something else was nagging at the edge of my mind, just far enough out of reach that I couldn’t get a handle on it. Something wasn’t adding up and I needed to know what before I said a word.

She was at the stove when I finally made my way downstairs, moving around my kitchen like she’d always been in it. Comfortable. Easy. She stopped bracing every time I walked into a room, and I hadn’t noticed when that happened, only that it had. She looked good there. More than good. Ivy looked right.

She caught me staring and turned with a smile. “Something on your mind?”

“A few things,” I answered with a slow smile.

Her cheeks flushed pink and my cock stirred. Since that first time we hadn’t had sex again. Not that I hadn’t wanted to, but I didn’t want her to think that it was expected, especially given everything she’d been through. If I was honest, I was waiting for her to make a move on me. “Yeah? Any you want to share?”

Heat moved through me fast and my body didn’t wait for my brain to catch up. I looked at her mouth and then at the rest of her. My cock surged to life and the only thing I thought about was what she’d taste like. “How long until dinner?” I growled the question as blood rushed through my body, but I managed a smile when she didn’t flinch at my voice.

Her brows dipped as she glanced back at the stove. “Forty minutes or so.” Then she looked back at me. “Why?”

“Come here.” It was the only two words I could get out but then she was there.

In front of me with pouty lips and a wide-eyed expression that made my cock weep from wanting her.

I wrapped my arms around her and took her mouth slow and deep, one hand sliding into her hair. I fucking loved the way she melted into my touch. It meant she was comfortable with me. Maybe it wasn’t trust, not yet, but maybe she had just decided to stop fighting this intense desire. Whatever the reason, it only made me want her more.

Forty minutes wasn’t enough for what I wanted to do to her, but it would have to do.

I turned her toward the kitchen table and she went willingly, bracing her hands on the edge when I nudged her forward. She arched into me, a soft moan escaped. “Ivy,” I growled, pushing those tiny as fuck shorts over her hips and down her legs.

She shivered when the cool air hit her skin. “Yes,” she hissed out the word, punctuating it with a husky laugh.

I ran my hands over the curve of her ass, taking a second because I could. I squeezed and kneaded, letting my thumb brush her pussy until she moaned so loud I felt it in my balls. “So fucking soft,” I said and slipped two fingers between her thighs. “You’re already drenched, Ivy.”

“You have that effect.” Her words came out on a gasp as she pushed her hips back, silently begging for more.

“The minute I saw you, all I wanted was to bend you over this table and fuck you until you begged me to make you come.”

Ivy sucked in a sharp breath when I plunged two fingers into her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so damn responsive,” I growled as I finger fucked her. “You’re already pulsing around my fingers. You wanna come?”

She nodded. “I do.”

I smiled, fucking her harder and faster. “You want me to make that cunt weep with desire?”

“So much.” Her hips rocked against my hand. Her body shivered intensely when I scissored my fingers. “Knox!”

“I’ll never get tired of the way you moan my name.” It was so visceral and raw that an inferno raged inside of me. “Come for me, Ivy. Right fuckin’ now.”

She shrieked when I slid my thumb across her clit, bucking her hips into my touch. “Yes, Knox!” She came hard and fast, bearing down while her pussy strangled my fingers, drenching them in her honey.

“Perfect. Just fucking perfect.” I pulled my fingers from her body and rubbed them all over her pussy.

“Please,” she begged, rolling her hips and tempting me.

“Ivy. I need to be in you.” I shoved my pants down and stroked my hard cock. “Over,” I demanded and she obeyed immediately.

“Now,” she demanded over her shoulder.

I slid deep in one long thrust. “Fuck!” I froze, balls deep, savoring the way she clenched around me. “Mine,” I grunted. “All mine.” This was more than physical release and I knew it, the same way I knew it was trouble, but I couldn’t stop it. Not now. Probably not ever.