Page 86 of Bad Wolf

“Oh fuck,” he sputters after a few pumps and pulls out of my mouth with a pop.

“I’m not coming down your throat. Not this time.”

He takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. He kisses me again in that same fevered, out-of-control way, and just when I’ve found a way to keep up with him, he stops.

“Bedroom. Now.” His pupils are blown. He’s wild and feral in this moment and he doesn’t need to tell me twice. I practically run to the spare room, him hot on my tail, both leaving a trail of clothes along the way.

My core floods again when I turn around and see a completely naked Knox holding a strip of condoms. He’s filled out since the last time I saw him like this, in the back of his dad’s truck.

He’s still him, more man than boy, yet still somehow the same. Tanned, taut skin wrapped over finely tuned muscle.

The abs are new. I’ll have to investigate later. Acquaint myself with his beautiful washboard. Trace the lines and ridges with my tongue.

We stare, our gazes roving over each other in appreciation. His body highlighted in a soft blue from the light of the moon and the city at night.

I try not to think about the fact that I’ve padded out. Not by much, just a couple of sizes, but I’m hardly the girl I was at eighteen.

He’s stalking across the room before I can voice my insecurities, my feet have left the ground, and I’m being hauled into him.

I wrap my legs around his trim waist, loving the way he feels against me.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, these past few months have been torture. Fuckin’ torture.”

He sits down with me still in his arms as all the ramped energy seems to leave him. He buries his face in my neck, breathing in and out trying to calm himself, and tightening the hold he has on me.

We stay there for a while, wrapped in one another, just soaking each other up. His skin is warm against mine and I savor the feel of him.

“I missed you,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. No longer bossy, just sincere and honest, and I match it with my own truth.

“I missed you every day for six years. I’m so sorry.”

“I know. Me too.” He captures my mouth in a far less brutal assault. He’s more careful now. Gentle. His tongue slides against mine in a dance I remember well, languid and slow.

Until our grip on each other starts to loosen. My hands wander up his toned arms and over his solid shoulders, the pads of his fingers skim my ribcage and waist. Slow. Addictively slow. I don’t ever want him to stop.

I want to sit in his lap and kiss him for all of eternity. Feel him pressed up against me and never let go. Let the warmth of his body seep into my bones.

We don’t stop kissing, don’t stop touching and our heads move every now and again, swapping sides, angling for the best fit.

It’s ecstasy, and then as it always was with him, it’s suddenly not enough. He bucks his hips slightly, his hard length finding my slick core. I chase the friction and grind down on him.

I moan, he groans and then he spins and lies me gently on the bed.

“Feels like you need something from me,” he says as he drags his dick through my wetness again.

“I do.” My body aches for him, my core drips for him.

“Are you ready for me?”

“I’ve been ready, Knox.”

His hand finds my knee and he wanders up my thigh, fingers spread, palm heavy. When he reaches my apex his fingers glide through my folds and enter me with ease. I arch up, instinctively.

Ready.

I haven’t been this turned on in a really long time. Never wanted anyone as much as I want him.

“Knox.” I want him to take what he needs. What I know I can give him. I want him to see stars because of me. I want him to break apart and shatter because of me.

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