Page 64 of GAF Factor

“And you really want me to come along.”

“Only if you promise to behave,” I grinned.

She shook her head at me, a smile breaking through even though she tried to hide it. “So, where do we even start?”

“With his old stomping grounds. He’d go someplace familiar first. Someplace he thinks is safe, but not something from his current life. Anything come to mind?”

“Um…when I met him, he was a good guy. He didn’t have hiding places.”

“Doesn’t have to be a hiding place. Just somewhere he’s comfortable.”

She gnawed on her lip, damaging the perfect skin that was meant for my teeth only. I tugged it free, watching her eyes flutter to meet mine as she cocked her head to the side in question.

“That’s my job.”

“What—”

I crushed my lips to her, snagging her lower lip between my teeth and tugging hard, but not enough to break the skin. I never wanted to hurt her in any way. I released her, pressing a soft kiss to her one last time before smirking at her.

She chuckled, then cleared her throat. “Gotcha.”

“So…”

“Right,” she said, flustered from the kiss. “So, places he would go…” She concentrated, but narrowed her eyes at me. “You know, it’s really hard to think about Shawn when you just kissed me like that.”

I tugged the sheet away from her breasts and lowered my mouth to her collarbone, brushing my lips gently over her skin, down lower until I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“What about now?” I asked, pushing her onto her back as I crawled between her legs.

“Getting harder.”

“Tell me about it.”

My tongue slid down her belly, until I reached the apex of her thighs. All it took was one taste and I forgot about what we were supposed to be doing. “Fuck it,” I muttered, inhaling her sweet scent. “What’s one more fucking day?”

“Knox!” she cried out as I thrust my tongue inside her.

For fuck’s sake, she was unlike any other woman. Her scent, the way she called my name, that demanding look she got in her eyes, and the way she was still able to laugh despite all the shit she’d dealt with. She was fucking unbelievable.

And she was mine.

“Knox, fuck, I need—” She cried out as I flicked my tongue over her clit, shattering the high she was riding. It all came tumbling down as her orgasm raced through her. Her body shook in my arms as she came completely undone.

I slid up her body, my nose sliding over her skin, my tongue licking the salt from her flesh until I had her in my arms and pulled tight against my chest. I pressed kisses all over her face, unable to pry myself away from her for even a few seconds.

Her lips met mine in a fevered kiss as her hands slid down my chest, over my abs. Nails scraped over my skin as she pulled me closer, wrapping her hands around my back. Every touch was fucking torture.

I tore my lips from hers, my hand cupping her jaw as I forced her to look at me. “You’re mine, gorgeous.”

“I know.”

She didn’t get it, the things that were left unsaid between us. “When I told you I’d fucking wait for you, it wasn’t because I’m a saint, Isla. Do you remember what I told you about growing up?”

Her eyes blinked in confusion. “Yes, you…you were poor. And your mom was sick.”

“My old man loved her with everything in him. There wasn’t a fucking thing he wouldn’t have done for her. They didn’t have much, but they always had each other. I always knew that. No matter what happened, through it all, they had each other. They had me. It was fucking perfect even if we had nothing.”

“Until she got sick,” she said, her hand resting against my cheek.

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