Page 144 of GAF Factor

I couldn’t take my eyes off him the whole way home. All I could think about was getting him in bed and feeling the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, making me forget everything that had happened over the last few months. I desperately needed to take my mind off the chaos and be reminded what it was like to just live life and be normal.

As soon as he slid the key in the lock and we stepped inside, he gripped me by the back of the neck and spun me around, pressing me up against the door, gripping my thigh in his hand.

“IKE,” I panted, tearing at his coat, desperately needing to touch his warm skin and feel it against mine.

His lips latched onto my neck, sucking hard, eliciting a gasp from me as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Fuck, Isla. I need you.”

The words were lost on me as I tore his coat from his body, shoving the sleeves down his arms. He had on too many layers, and even though he looked positively charming and suave in his suits, at this moment, I absolutely abhorred them.

“Too many buttons,” I muttered, trying to undo them.

He grabbed the vest with both hands and shredded it in two, tearing it from his body.

“That works, too,” I laughed, doing the same to his shirt, though not nearly as effectively.

Somehow, he worked twice as fast as me, undoing all the buttons on my coat without ripping a single one from the material.

He stood in front of me in just his suit pants with his chest on full display. I took a moment to take all of him in, with the few tattoos scattered over his body and only accentuating his muscular arms and defined chest.

“Gorgeous, when you look at me like that…”

“What?”

He didn’t say a thing. He charged forward, gripping me to him as he crushed his mouth to mine. His mouth never left mine as he carried me into the living room, laying me down in front of the fire that wasn’t yet lit.

As he peeled my shirt over my head, I shivered from the cold, but was instantly warmed by his tongue sliding over my skin. From the base of my neck to the swell of my breasts, he slowly slid his tongue over me, tasting every inch.

I shivered as his mouth closed over my nipple and his teeth closed around it, biting gently. My back arched into his touch, and that’s when he slid his hand behind me and deftly undid my bra.

“IKE,” I whimpered as his mouth teased me.

“Isla,” he warned.

“Knox,” I corrected as he pulled away. “Knox. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His lips returned to my nipple as his fingers moved in a featherlight trail down to my belly button and along the line of my jeans, teasing me, taunting me. He had me squirming, desperately needing his touch.

“Knox, please!”

He chuckled, flicking the button on my jeans and slowly lowering the zipper. God, I was going to kill him if he took any longer. I whimpered as he pulled away from my breast and left me cold and alone to remove my jeans. Cold air hit my lower half like a splash of water and I shivered, needing his warmth.

“Should I start a fire?” he asked, pressing his lips to my calf, looking up at me as he pressed another kiss a little higher.

I lifted my head and glared at him. “Are you asking if you should stop what you’re doing to build a fire?”

“You seem a little cold.”

“I would be warmer if you were inside me.”

“Instant gratification isn’t always the best route.”

This playful side of him was going to get him hurt. But I forgot about that as his hand slid up my thigh, coming awfully close to my center. I was already dripping for him. Heat pulsed through me, and my clit throbbed for his touch. If he would just?—

“Isla,” he whispered, his voice just a whisper from my ear.

I opened my eyes, unaware I had even closed them. “Knox.”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

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