Page 56 of Knot Forgotten

My belly flips as he takes a heavy step toward me. Excitement makes me feel light, and desire travels beneath my skin before he lays a single finger on me. My perfume fights the lotion I put on this morning, and I almost want to take a shower so it won’t have to fight anything for him to scent me.

His fingers trail over my sides, lighting a fire beneath my skin that travels through my blood, igniting me where I stand. The tips of his fingers trace over my jawline, and he tilts my face up.

Pure, calming ginger fills my lungs. Less like the cookie right now and more soothing. His gaze travels over my face, searching my eyes for the truth. He won’t find a lie. I want him. I want all of them.

“Rin, Rinny, fuck, you don’t even know what you’re asking me to do.” He isn’t fighting it. The way his hands have found their way to my hips, his fingers digging in with a slight pressure that tells me nothing could tear him away at this point is like a drug to my system.

“You have too many clothes on, Matt.”

I reach down to the bottom of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. A light dusting of dark, curly hair coats his chest, matching the curls on his head. My fingers play in the soft curls as I memorize his muscles. A rumble that is half growl and half purr flows from him as I run my hands over him, touching him everywhere all at once.

When my fingers find their way to the button of his jeans, he covers my hand with his. “It might surprise you, but this wasn’t planned. I don’t have protection.”

His words don’t stop me. “We don’t need it.”

He inhales sharply. “As much as breeding you appeals to me, neither of us are in the place for a baby.”

I laugh and lift my eyes to his. “I have an implant in my arm for birth control.” His eyes go wide and drop to my left arm. “Right arm, here.” I touch the inner part of my upper arm. “It is good for the next four years.”

“But you’re a virgin,” he protests.

“It might surprise you, but I didn’t plan on leaving college as one.” The sound of his zipper being lowered fills the silence that follows my words. “And I didn’t want a baby from a possible one night stand.”

He growls low in his chest, a possessive sound that shoots straight to my belly and grabs hold. “This isn’t a one night stand.”

“Good.” I lean forward, my hard nipples brushing the hair on his chest as I go up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. “Because I think I want to keep you.”

His hands land on my ass, and he pulls me flush against him. “You will never be able to get rid of me again. There is no place you could run that I wouldn’t follow.”

“I’m not running, Matt.”

His open zipper, and the soft fabric of his boxers on my belly is enough to have me squirming against him. My fingers find the waistband of his jeans at his hips, and I tug on them, pulling them over the swell of his perfectly-muscled ass. They drop to the ground with a satisfying thump, and I run my hands back up his sides and over the back of his neck.

“You have a little more clothing on than me, and it doesn’t feel fair,” I say. Arching against him, I press another kiss to his lips, and he deepens it, walking me backward until my calves hit the edge of the bed.

“I’ll show you fair, omega,” he threatens, his voice full of warm promise as I tumble to the surface of the comforter.

Quickly, I scoot up toward the headboard, eager for everything. He hooks his finger into my sock at the ankle, tugging it off, followed by the other. His eyes heat me all the way up, and slick gathers between my legs even more. My belly bottoms out when he drops his boxers, and his cock juts out proudly, pre-cum glistening on the tip. The length is so much longer and thicker than I imagined and way bigger than any toy I’ve had in the past.

“You’ve run a little too far away, omega, I haven’t tasted you yet.”

He wraps his long fingers around my ankles and tugs me back to him, then drops to his knees on the carpet. He props my feet on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide and giving him full access to me. I lift myself up on my elbows to look down at him, my stomach doing all sorts of acrobats. He brings his lust-filled eyes to mine, and the air freezes in my lungs. He looks like a man possessed.

When his gaze falls back to my spread legs, he licks his lips as if he can taste me on them already. He runs a finger through my folds before spreading them open with two fingers. His thumb grazes my clit, and I jerk beneath his touch, which only has him placing his free palm flat against my stomach and holding me in place. Then he lowers his head and swipes his tongue over my swollen nub.

A gasp works its way out of my throat, and then he is devouring me, like I’m his last meal on earth. I spin out of control, stars bursting behind my eyes, my hips attempting to press up into his mouth. My fingers find his curls and tangle into them to hold him against me.

“Fuck, Rinny, you taste like the best fucking cupcake I’ve ever had.”

My fingers tighten in his hair, and he chuckles, his breath flowing over my hot folds. He runs a finger through my slick, gathering it onto the single digit before pushing inside of me. He repeats the motion, dragging a whine from me when he adds two more fingers and spreads me wide. I know what he’s doing, he is preparing me.

I arch into his rhythm, seeking everything he will give me. “You are such a needy girl, aren’t you? Tell me what you need, Rinny.”

The word is broken and needy as I gasp out, “You.”

“Look at me, Rinny,” he says, and I force my eyes open to see him between my legs, my fingers still in his hair, and my juices glistening all over his face. “Say it again.”

Inhaling softly, I expel the breath slowly, my heart beating steadily inside my chest. “You, Matt. I need you.”

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