Page 62 of I Am Lioness

He gave me a knowing look. “Are you done for the day?” He asked, blue eyes darkening to that lust-filled, smoky shade I’d become very familiar with.

I nodded without hesitation.

“Then go get your bag.” He demanded, setting me on my feet.

“Why?”

His head dipped low beside my ear. “Because suddenly I’m feeling threatened and do you know what happens when I’m feel threatened?”

I shook my head.

“I stake my claimall over again.”

Oh my.

A white-hot shiver rolled down my spine at the feral bite in his tone, anticipation flaring through me in an instant.

This was about to get very,veryinteresting.

We’d barely made into suite before Knox was stripping me off my clothes, his mouth peppering my body with hungered kisses.

I was burning with equal desire, ripping his off in a hurry with antsy hands. A trail of clothing was left behind us as Knox led us to the bathroom.

That was over half an hour ago.

Now, with my hair tangled in his fingers, Knox spun me around and pressed me up against the glass of the shower, the entire upper half of my body colliding into the cold, hard surface.

My nipples pebbled instantly from the sudden contrast in temperature, a fresh wave of goosebumps prickling over my skin as his warm front hit my back.

His teeth latched onto my shoulder, his other hand gliding down my stomach to where I needed him most. He positioned himself with ease and slammed home in one thrust, curling a hand around my throat to arch me away from the cold glass.

“Thisis what every man in that gym was thinking about while they looked at you.” He gritted out, a mere hairsbreadth away from my ear, plunging in and out of my throbbing sex. “Imagining you naked, touching this body, working you up, stretching this tight”—thrust—“perfect”—thrust—“little pussy of yours out.”

His choice of words were absolutely filthy but holy hell did they turn me on. I whimpered and dropped my head back against his shoulder, white-hot droplets from the spray above pelting the side of my face.

“What they didn't realize is thatyouaremine,” he growled, plowing into me almost punishingly. He wasn't holding back, had completely lost control, and I was soaring right along with him. Every thrust of his hips, every lap of his fingers on my clit had me sky-rocketing toward the heavens.

The sounds of our skin slapping together was magnified as it echoed off the walls in the bathroom. My moans were louder, his grunts and groans were louder, it was sensation overload.

“If it wasn't considered public indecency, I would've taken you right there against that mirror for all the world to see.”

“Knox…” I said, more like moaned, as he continued on with his onslaught. “I'm gonna…”

“Oh, no, not yet.” He husked out with a rumble in his chest and promptly pulled himself from within me, leaving me shocked and needy. I stood there clenching my thighs as my climax withered away into nothing.

Knox had already shut off the water and was grabbing two towels when I stepped out of the shower on semi-wobbly legs.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.”

He wrapped the towel around his waist, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “Try me, baby.” He smirked.

I took the towel he offered and began drying myself off. “Trust me, I will. When you least expect it.”

“I’ll be waiting then. I’m not nearly finished with you yet.” He said, sauntering out the door.

Less than five minutes later, I emerged to find him laying on the bed, sans towel and still rock solid, his arm draped over his eyes.

Perfect.

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