Page 73 of Ready or Knot

“I’ll get it for you,” I tell her. She swallows, her throat moving with it, and my gaze catches on the hollow of her throat.

“Taylor’s Version,” she says. I grab another strawberry and hold it out for her. “It has to be Taylor’s Version. We don’t support assholes.”

The juice from the strawberry drips down her chin as she takes another bite, and I wipe it away before it can fall onto her clothes.

“You support Jude,” I say with a smirk.

She pouts, and I laugh.

“It’s not the same. Jude never tried to trap someone in a shitty ass contract nor launched an elaborate PR campaign to run someone through the mud just because he was upset about their success.”

She pauses, and I offer a blueberry. Her look turns thoughtful as she chews, and I can’t help but lean closer, tracing the inside of her knee with a feather light touch. Her scent grows stronger even as she grabs another piece of fruit from the bowl.

“And I like when Jude is an asshole with me.Under the right conditions, at least.” She blushes again, and I laugh, taking a half step into her.

“He does have a way of making his behavior palatable,” I admit, and she giggles.

I offer another berry, but she shakes her head, leaning into me and grabbing my shirt a moment before she slams her lips on mine. I don’t hesitate, dropping the fruit and cupping her face, tilting her to a better angle as she deepens the kiss, her tongue seeking mine.

Her scent overwhelms the space in a matter of seconds, and I breathe it in, relishing it even as she scrabbles at my shirt, pushing it up my chest until it’s high enough that she can undo the buckle and zipper of my shorts. Her movements are as confident as they are frantic, and I respond the same, dragging her towards me and wrapping her knees around my waist before pulling her top down far enough to reveal her breasts.

She’s fucking braless.

I groan, pressing my cock into her, rubbing it across her panties. She hisses when I flick her nipples, arching into the touch.

“Fuck me, you spent the entire time we were at that game braless, and I just now find out?” I groan, thrusting against her again, pushing her skirt back until her thighs are completely bare.

“The shirt has one built in,” she says.

I don’t have a good response that won’t sound horribly sex-crazed, so I lean down and pull one of her nipples into my mouth instead, letting my teeth graze the taught peak. She shudders, her scent doubling, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I’m all too happy to luxuriate in it.

Her touch is feather light as she traces the lines of my stomach and chest, her mouth parting around a near silent whimper when I switch to her other breast and give it the same attention.

“Logan,” she whispers, and I’m fucking gone.

I grab her blue satin panties, my knuckles brushing her clit and making her jerk. I’m two seconds from tearing them when she shakes her head.

“Not these ones,” she says without further explanation.

Fair enough.

I push them to the side, baring her pussy, and I mutter a curse as my cock wedges into her entrance, guided by her own movements. She pushes into me, but I manage to stop her as I pop off her nipple.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” I ask.

It’s something I should have asked long before my cock got anywhere near this close to her, but best laid plans and all that. At least I got food into her. She shakes her head, whimpering as I press an inch into her wet heat.

Holy hell.

She grips me like a vise, and I lose hold of what little patience I was managing. I pull back, ignoring her desperate whine, and then shove forward in one hard thrust, relishing her surprised groan that bleeds into a gasp as I grab the counter under her legs, propping her knees higher to get myself deeper.

“Logan,” she gasps, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.

She clings to me, her nails digging into my back as she holds me, her moans pressed against my ear, shooting goosebumps down my neck. Any thought of taking it slow is gone when she widens her legs, using the leverage I have to move closer to the edge of the counter, driving me deeper. The sounds of our skin slapping echo around the room, and I grunt as she tightens around me, her body growing tense. I move her leg to sit over my shoulder, making the angle more intense, and then circle her clit, increasing the pressure with each swipe.

Her broken shout has me grinning, and I snap my hips into her once, twice, before my legs lock and a bolt of lightning races down my spine and through my cock, making it jerk.

“Shit,” I mutter, pulling her more thoroughly into me as my knot locks us in place. She cries out again, a keening moan against my throat, and I drop her leg, moving slow enough to not move where we’re locked together.

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