They ate outside, not speaking much, which was fine with Knox. He was content watching his woman. Spending time with her filled him with an indescribable inner peace.
Knox knew he should be more worried about his looted warehouse. He still didn’t know who was responsible but sitting under the morning sun with Leah, it was easy to forget the problems plaguing his organization.
“It really is beautiful out here,” she murmured. The wind sent her dark-brown hair flying.
Knox pushed his plate aside and stood, offering her a hand up. “Let’s take a walk around the pool.”
Leah looked at his hand, a little distrustful. Knox couldn’t blame her. He could still hear her accusations in his head. He recalled the way she’d punched him again and again. Knox hardly felt the blows. Seeing her hurting pierced him to the core because harming her was the last thing Knox wanted to do.
Leah grabbed his hand. She surprised him by not letting go. They held hands the entire time, just like a normal couple. A wonderful illusion, because there was nothing normal about Knox or his dangerous lifestyle.
“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did earlier,” she finally said. Leah took him slightly aback when she turned to look at him. She made the first move. Leah rose on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his mouth. Quick and fleeting, it only stirred his hunger awake.
“There’s no need to apologize.” Knox clasped the back of her neck and returned the gesture. He didn’t hold back. Knox kissed her deep, thrusting his tongue down her throat. She gripped his shoulders. Her sweet taste enveloped him, disabling his ability to think.
Knox lowered her to the nearest sunbathing chair, fumbling for the hem of her shirt.
“Wait,” she whispered. Leah pressed the palm of her hand against his chest.
Blood surged to his dick. Knox wasn’t sure he could stop. Not now. He’d told himself he could wait for her until she was ready and willing. Knox lied. Last night, he’d managed to act like a gentleman, but he had reached his limits. He couldn’t turn back or slow down. Leah could probably see the hard-on he rocked for her.
“Greta will see us,” she said, looking up at him. Leah’s pupils were already dilated, her lips still swollen from their earlier kiss. Her nipples had pebbled, and Knox knew she was wet for him.
“She won’t,” Knox assured her. “No one would bother us out here. It’ll just us. I promise.”
Leah seemed to ponder on his words a few seconds. “Okay.”
“Okay?” he repeated, raising one eyebrow.
“I’m tired of fighting you, of fighting this. There’s something special between us. I want to know where this is going,” she said. “Maybe I couldn’t give my ex-boyfriend my cherry because I was saving it for the right man. You.”
Need consumed Knox like an inferno, nearly rendering him into an uncontrollable beast. Then he remembered he had to be careful. This was their first time. He couldn’t allow himself to break her, to let his dark desires flood out and overwhelm her. Knox wanted this moment to be one she’d never forget.
“Raise your arms, kitten,” Knox ordered.
She obeyed like a good girl. Knox practically tore the shirt, his shirt, off her. He licked his lips, eying her heavy breasts, her generous curves, and the crevice between her legs. He couldn’t forget how her pussy tasted. Better than honey.
Knox unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants and boxers before climbing on top of her.
“Knox?” she asked.
“What is it, kitten?”
Leah looked uncomfortable. Guilty was the better word because she couldn’t seem to meet his gaze. She trembled like a leaf. “After you left last night, I touched myself without your permission.”
Jesus Christ.That hot little confession nearly made Knox blow his load. He gave her a bruising kiss and let his hands roam. He touched her everywhere, greedy for the feel of her smooth, perfect creamy skin against the rough pads of his fingers.
She rubbed her tits against his chest. The little minx. Leah was starved for his touch as much as he was for her. She might be a virgin, but Knox bet she’d be a wildcat in bed. He pinned her hands above her head.
“Keep them there,” Knox ordered.
“Why?” The defiant look in her eyes was capable of slicing Knox to ribbons.
Fuck. The things this woman did to him. She made Knox even crazier for her, made him want to fight to keep her even more. He would go mad if some poor bastard so much as looked at her wrong because she was his and his alone.
“I want to enjoy the rest of your sweet body. Be a good girl for me and obey my orders.”
Knox released her lips. Leah didn’t move her hands. He planted a kiss on her pouting mouth, then the hickey he’d left on her neck. He left more down her chest, her breasts. Knox sucked on her nipples tenderly, left then right, before sinking his teeth in deep to mark them both. She moaned. Her cries sounded like music to his ears.