Page 147 of Knot That Serious

Jack smoothed his hands down over her hips until his pinkies dipped between the band and her warm skin.

“Can I?” he asked, parting for a breath.

Eli nodded, lower lip brushing his with the movement.

Jack slid his palms down over the smooth globes of her ass, pushing her pants off with each inch. She scooted her hips up, and he had to release her with one last greedy squeeze before he pinched the fabric bunched at her thighs and pulled.

He shoved them down her legs and finally kicked them to the side once they hit the floor, one hand steadied on the counter as he lifted his head.

“Convenient,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her knee.

Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared down at him. Jack leaned into her touch as she lifted a hand to curl it through his hair, dragging his lips across her skin.

She widened her thighs, and Jack nosed up the inside of them. Her other hand was braced behind her, palm flat to the counter as she spread her legs even more to make room for him.

Her scent was swelling, heightening with arousal as he neared, as he slid his arms over the top of her thighs to grab at her waist, tilting her up to his mouth.

“Yes, okay, okay,” Eli chanted, and Jack glanced up, catching the dazed expression on her face when he hadn’t even done more than breathe on her.

It dawned on him that she wanted this as much as he did, maybe even had been aching for it, missing it ever since her heat.

The thought made him feral, and he licked a stripe right up her slit.

Her hand wrenched in his hair, but he didn’t even care, digging the tip of his tongue into her core.

Her arousal was honey-sweet on his palate, and he spread it toward her clit. He knew he was doing it fucking well from the way her thighs tensed around his head, the way her fingers tightened in his hair.

But he wanted her moans in his ear, too, so he took it easy and slow, wanting the desire to sneak up on her.

He lapped at her like the sweetest dessert, located the spot that made her breath catch, and worked his tongue over her.

Warmth coursed through him, cock swaying obscenely with his movements and the force of his own desire.

Jack committed every second of it to memory, the way she hitched against his face, her hand slipping in his hair. He released her hip and brought his right hand to her thigh, thumb brushing over the pale, creamy expanse of her skin.

She coated his lips and chin and he wondered if there would be a fucking puddle beneath her by the time he was done.

It was filthy—they’d definitely have to sanitize later—but Jack didn’t fucking care.

He inched his hand closer, wanting to feel her around his fingers, and began spreading her lips apart, giving himself more room to work.

She sighed, loud and breathy, and tilted her head back toward the ceiling.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she panted on a barely-there exhale, grinding against him.

Sliding his hand lower, he brushed just the tips of his fingers against her—

Beep, beep, beep.

Fuck. The brownies! Jack just swallowed his groan, and instead turned wide eyes up to Eli.

“Well?” she asked with a smirk. “Get the brownies before they burn, Jack.”

Jack gaped at her for a split second before he rose to the challenge in her voice. Just ‘cause his dick was out, didn’t mean he couldn’t do it.

He crossed the kitchen, ass bare, and shut the beeper off with a smack, all bravado.

Then he cringed and held his hips as far away as physically possible as he grabbed the oven mitt and leaned down, pulling the oven open just enough.

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