Page 43 of Ready or Knot

I grab her hand before she takes more than a couple steps away from me, running my thumb over her knuckles.

“Are you cold?” I ask, playing naive. I know damn well she’s going because she thinks it’s improper for her to be in this slip around me.

She shakes her head. I squeeze her hand, trying to tell her with my touch that it’s fine for her to dress however she wants in her own goddamn home. Her throat moves with a swallow, and a thread of her jasmine scent surrounds me. The moment stretches between us, her arousal permeating the space around us, until she finally nods and steps into me, tilting her head and pressing her lips to mine.

My control snaps as easily as a twig beneath my foot on the trail.

I have her on the counter and her knees bracketing my hips before she can pull away, her slip bunched to her hips and the matching panties covering her cunt on full display.

She whispers, “Why didn’t I smell your cologne before?”

I trail my hands up her legs, smirking when she shivers in my hold.

“It’s not cologne,” I say, sucking on her bottom lip and nipping it.

Her scent increases, and I pull her towards me, stopping myself from grinding into her only when I see the light reflecting off the slick already drenching her thighs. Her eyebrows furrow for a heartbeat before understanding flashes across her face.

“Oh,” she murmurs, kissing me again, digging her nails into the back of my neck and using the leverage to pull herself closer to me. A soft whine falls from her lips as her nipples brush across my suit jacket.

Fuck, but her scent is so strong I’m practically choking on it.

I feather a touch along the edge of her panties, and she whines again, pressing into my hand. The invitation is enough for me. Pulling her panties to the side, I flick my gaze down, soaking in the sight of the short red curls nestled between her thighs, her pussy bare and soft, opening for me the moment my hand strokes across it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, circling her clit. Her hips jerk, a surprised gasp making her chest brush across me again. “You good?” I manage to finally check in with her.

She nods, dropping her forehead to my shoulder, her hands skating down my chest and to the belt around my hips. I shake my head, pressing a kiss into her hair before grabbing her wrist, stopping her movements.

“No?” She double checks, and I nod, increasing the pressure of my touch on her clit. She rolls her lips together and sets them against my throat, her breath hot on my skin and making my cock ache even more.

If she so much as undoes my belt, I’ll have her laid out and coming around my cock hard enough that she won’t notice my knot locking us until it’s too late. And I really, really can’t call out of this department meeting. She presses her palms against my stomach, her hips rising to my touch, trying to entice me into moving faster. She breathes a moan when I press a finger into her pussy, her walls clamping down around me tighter than I’ve ever felt before.

Fuck, is she a virgin?

The question sits at the back of my mind the entire time I press into her, the wet heat of her cunt making my cock so hard it practically weeps. Before I can voice the question, though, she grinds against me, another desperate moan coasting between us, her nails digging into my skin. Her entire body tightens when I curl my finger, a strangled cry echoing around the kitchen as she squirms on the counter, clamping her thighs around my wrist. She grows impossibly tighter as her orgasm builds, and I swallow a groan. I press my thumb into her clit again, drawing small circles around it as I suck on the pulse point below her ear.

“Oh god,” she gasps just as her body locks. Her knees press into my hips, pulling me toward her, a subtle invitation that I don’t even think she knows she’s making. A second later, a rush of wet heat drenches my hand as her body responds with slick despite my knot being uninvolved with her orgasm. “Oh god.”

All I want is to stay right here, her body pressed against me, her cunt open and inviting, her scent enveloping us so completely that I can’t even smell my coffee on the counter next to her. Kissing her hair, I slow my hand. She turns her head, pressing her lips into my shoulder as she whimpers, her thighs trembling with my softening touch against her clit.

My phone rings with my warning alarm, and I sigh. I trace my nose down her throat, pressing a kiss into the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck meet.

“I have to go,” I murmur into her skin. Her nails dig into me again as she fists her hands, but she takes a deep breath and drops them to her sides, grabbing the edge of the counter. “Fuck, Faedra, I don’t want to.”

I kiss her again, distracting her from my pulling away from her cunt, and she shivers, her knees tightening for a heartbeat again. My cock aches, the desire to knot with her slamming into me so overwhelmingly that it’s all I can manage to think about.

I push away from the counter, feathering two soft kisses across her temple, a sense of pride making me grin as I take in her disheveled appearance, her hair mostly fallen from the bun and cascading around her shoulders. Grabbing the coffee in my still wet hand, I cup her face and kiss her thoroughly.

“I’ll miss you,” she admits against my mouth, the words quiet but sure.

I groan. “I’ll miss you, too, Omega.”

Before my cock can derail me any more this morning, I turn from her and head across the condo, closing the door as quietly as I can manage. Pulling my phone, I accidentally tap on the unread messages from Melanie.

Is it because there’s someone new?

Harper hasn’t mentioned you guys going anywhere. Aside from that weekend trip you just took.

I miss you. Don’t you miss me?

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