Page 63 of Knot Giving Up 2

I unbuckle her seat belt and pull her into my lap, holding her against me. Her head nuzzles between my neck and shoulder and she sighs.

“Better?”

“A little.”

We sit like that for a few minutes and she seems calmer, but then she looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes. “Kiss me.”

I want to obey before she finishes saying it, but I try to fight the urge. If I kiss her, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Not right now.

“Meggie.” I can’t fight the way my body leans closer, but I somehow keep myself from going too far and rest my forehead against hers.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I mean, I do… but I don’t understand it.” Her voice sounds small, and afraid. Her warm hands run along my arms, but she doesn’t try to take the kiss I know she wants. “I’m so fucking horny,” she giggles.

“I can tell.” My own chuckle is deep.

Growing up, I thought something was wrong with me. I remember my high school and college friends “slaying pussy” and “grabbing ass” while I had no interest in the conquest.

But Meggie…

Oh, Meggie. I want to lay her down on a bed of roses and eat her out with legs splayed open on the dining room table. It’s more than how much I want her. She means something to me. Something real.

“Help me,” she shifts to plant little kisses along my cheek.

“Beautiful girl, you’re not right in the head right now.”

She draws back and looks as if she might punch me. “Don’t mansplain my own brain to me, Harrison Hart.”

I’m not sure if I should laugh or duck for cover.

“Yes, I’m super fucking horny. But I’m not out-of-my-mind insane.”

My brain tacks on the unspoken, not yet.

She lands a punch on my thigh that almost has enough force to hurt. “I’ve wanted you for months, Harrison! And you want me! You know how much it hurt when you got up and left me on the airplane and told Oz to sit by me instead? You know how fucking sexy it was watching you beat the shit out of Daniel when you rescued me? I always sat on the same barstool for breakfast because that one morning you sat next to me, and I kept hoping you’d do it again. When I came with your hand over my mouth, that first day we got here, I felt like I was going to explode. And when you kissed me after the party…”

She stops and swallows, then wets her damn tempting lips again. There are tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. And her voice shakes as she continues, “And you want me. You do! God, that day in the office when you almost bit me, holy fuck Harrison.”

Her pupils are blown, but I do see my Meggie in there. She’s going into heat, but she’s not lost to her need yet. I know that, and I know the only thing holding me back is me. My own fear that I’m not enough for her. That she deserves better.

And she does.

But she wants me. She’s proved that all along, and all I can do is try to be a man worthy of her. Maybe being worthy of her starts with taking care of her. Right here and now. When she needs me.

“We’re alone. I’m crawling out of my skin. And I want you. I need you. Please. Please, don’t leave me like this. I’m so damn wet I—”

“Fuck it.”

I grab the back of her neck, slam my lips to hers, swallow her little yelp of surprise, and suck that pretty pink tongue into my mouth. Her hands fly around my neck, and I know I’m kissing her too hard, but she must like it because she pulls me closer and holds me tighter.

“Yes,” she moans as I kiss my way down her neck, arching her into me.

“Meggie,” I growl as her hands roam up my thighs.

“If I’m really going into heat,” she pants, “I want you there. Keep me safe, alpha.”

The honorific makes my pulse jump. My already hard cock swells as my knot expands even more. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

She pulls back just long enough to wriggle out of her pants. Fuck, she’s not wearing her swim suit anymore, or any panties, and her wet center is even more stunning than I imagined. She steals my breath right out of my chest, but I won’t take her in the backseat of a van. No matter how much my body wants me to.

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