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‘I want to see you,’ he says, pushing back onto his knees.
‘Here?’
He nods.There’s his Adam’s apple again too.I’m going to lick that when he gets back within reach.See if I can make him lose his mind a little bit.Work my way down his body, chasing the dips and ridges until I can make him come undone with my mouth.
Twisting gracelessly, I manage to get my top off, stretching out in front of him in the only ‘nice’ bra I own, a mint-coloured lace one that’s useless under almost every type of top because it shows through.But that’s because it’s designed to be wornsansshirt, I’m realising now.
‘So pretty,’ Knox says to my tits, dragging his knuckles over the peaked buds.
‘There’s more,’ I say in a voice I don’t recognise as my own.It’s too husky, too heavy with desire.I’ve never been this person before.Or maybe I’ve never been with anyone who’s made me feel so okay with being myself.
He bites his lip, toying with the tiny bow in the middle of my bra.‘Is there?’
‘Uh-huh.’And I get it now.The whole lingerie thing.It’s not about dressing up – or down in this case – for your partner.It’s about making yourself feel good.
‘You want to show me, Halliday?’He pushes back onto his knees, giving me space to move.
I lift my hips, work my pants off until he can see the matching panties that I’d originally baulked at the price of.But now?Such a worthwhile investment.
‘Hmm.I’m going to need you to stand so I can see this from every angle,’ Knox says, helping me up, his hands lingering on my hips until my wobbly legs find their balance.
‘What do I do now?’I ask.
He stretches his arms out across the back of the couch.‘Spin around and let me look at you.’
I don’t know where this newfound confidence comes from, but my mouth opens, the words tumbling out.‘Should I really give you something to look at?’
Who is this?
Am I having an aneurysm?
Knox swallows thickly.‘I’d like that.’
‘Before we get started, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.’
He complies immediately.His chest gets more ridiculously delicious every time I see it.He’s so broad and muscular and later, I’m going to ask him to take what he needs.To make sure I’m feeling him for days.
But first, I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine and go slow.I toy with the straps of my bra, slipping the cups back over my breasts and straightening the crooked fabric.
Knox frowns.‘What are you doing?I don’t like this game.’
I lower my lashes, duck my chin.‘I’m balancing things out.’
‘Huh?’His eyes have gone all glazed.
‘You’re wearing a lot more clothes than I am.’
‘That can be fixed.’He pushes to his feet, shucking his pants and kicking them off.The coins he always keeps in one pocket spill out, rolling across the floor.Some go under the TV stand, but neither of us care.He sits back on the couch in his boxer briefs.I can see the outline of his cock.
‘Better?’Knox asks, his voice made of gravel.
I unhook my bra, crossing an arm in front of my breasts to keep them shielded, keep this teasing going for as long as I can.
‘You can wear as many pretty things as you like, Gen, but nothing will ever compare to how fucking gorgeous you are in nothing at all.’
My bra falls to the floor and I bare my breasts.‘Yeah?’
Knox pushes his boxers down, freeing his cock.He strokes it lazily, bicep popping andoh, mama.He gives himself a rough tug when he catches me watching.‘Lose the panties, baby.Give me a proper show.’
