“When I get you naked, Joanna, all I care about is seeing every inch of you. Touching your beautiful body.” He kisses my neck, his lips warm and damp. I close my eyes, lost in the sensations his busy mouth stirs within me.
I rest my hands against his shoulders, tipping my head back, swallowing hard when that mouth shifts lower, kissing across my collarbone. “You can’t get me naked.”
“Why the fuck not?” He murmurs the words against the tops of my breasts, his tongue dipping into my cleavage.
“It goes against your vow.” My voice is weak. So is my resolve. It will take nothing for him to talk me into doing whatever he wants.
His mouth settles on mine and he inhales, both of his lips catching around my top lip, tugging lightly. “The celibacy shit is stupid.”
Before I can say a word, he deepens the kiss, leaning his weight more fully on me, pressing me into the mattress. He’s heavy, but it feels good. He’s solid. Real.
Sexy.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair, stroking the soft strands. I can’t stop touching his hair. It’s so soft compared to the rest of him. Soft as his lips, which are currently destroying me, one kiss at a time. I spread my legs wider, allowing him to settle more firmly against me, and I can feel his erection nudge against my stomach.
It’s a thrill, knowing I make him hard. Knowing that he’s hard for me. I’m not the first woman to be in Knox’s bed, definitely not the first one to give him an erection—I’m not that delusional.
But I’m pretty sure I’m the first one he can’t stop thinking about. The one he can’t get enough of.
The one he comes back to, again and again.
He slips his hand beneath my shirt, his fingers traveling up higher until they’re curving over the front of my bra. Brushing across one breast, then the other, feathering up and down over my hardening nipples. His mouth never leaves mine as he keeps touching me, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his hips as he rocks against me. I spread my legs wider, winding them around his hips, desperate for more friction, more everything. My pants are thin, and my core on fire because I can feel all of him. He’s thick and long, nudging against my pussy every time he pushes forward.
“We should take this off.” He tugs on the hem of my shirt. Well, Nat’s shirt.
I drop my arms from his neck, raising them above my head to help with the removal of said shirt. He lifts up, staring down at me with heated eyes and swollen lips. Carefully, downright reverently, he pushes my shirt up. High. Higher. Until my bra is exposed and the fabric is bunched beneath my neck, reminding me of how he shoved my bra up earlier in the meeting room at the library.
That feels like a lifetime ago, and it was only earlier this afternoon.
“Lift up,” he murmurs, his voice dark and commanding, and I do as he says, throbbing between my legs at the hot blast of lust I see in his gaze.
He whips the shirt over my head, tossing it over his shoulder and making me smile at the casual way he threw it.
“That shirt cost a lot.”
“I’ll buy you another.” He’s staring at my chest, drifting his fingers up and down the shallow valley between my breasts.
“It’s not mine.” His gaze lifts to mine in question. “It’s Natalie’s.”
“If I ruined it, I’ll buy her another one. Pay her. Whatever she wants.” He toys with the bow in the center of my ivory satin and lace bra. “An innocent touch.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I remind him, immediately regretting it. I don’t know why I had to go there. Like I have something to prove to this guy, that I’m sexually experienced and not some innocent, awkward girl.
Which makes it all even more awkward because these feelings are coursing through me. Like I could be considered inadequate in Knox’s eyes. I don’t have the experience other girls he’s been with might have. I’ve only ever been with one guy. Bryan and I lost our virginity together.
“I know you’re not.” He traces his index finger along the lacy edge of one bra cup, making me tremble. “I’m not either.”
I laugh and he smiles. “Oh, I know.”
“I had to say it.” He leans in, delivering a deep, soul-stirring kiss before he lifts away. “You just look so damn serious right now.”
“Sorry—” He presses his finger to my lips, silencing me.
“Stop apologizing. Maybe you should even stop talking.” His smile is faint. Playful. “Before you ruin the mood.”
I nod, knowing he’s just teasing me, so I don’t take offense.
Plus, he’s right. If I keep saying stupid stuff, I could ruin everything.