She gasped and she didn’t know why. She should expect bold language from him by now. She knew he was all rough edges. Nothing soft or malleable to him.
His mouth grazed her ear. “So I say let’s get this out of our systems.” The back of his hand trailed down her front, brushing over her aching breast. She whimpered as his hand continued its descent.
His voice continued, too, languid and deep as warm honey rolling through her. “We can keep scratching that itch of yours.” His blunt--tipped fingers slid under the elastic waistband of her wind shorts, under the thin fabric of her panties and straight between her legs.
Knox palmed her, flexing his hand over her sex like he owned it. And she supposed he did. One touch and she was putty, completely at his mercy.
He bit down on her ear, and her knees threatened to buckle. They would have if not for his grip between her legs. “You know the itch I’m talking about. Back at the Rock, you wanted it from me then, too.” He stroked the wet seam between her legs, back and forth, back and forth, exerting a little more pressure with each sweeping pass of his fingers. “Every time you opened your mouth, every time you looked at me, this was between us. It was only a matter of time.”
Embarrassing little sounds escaped her. Noisy pants and choked gasps. She sealed her lips into a tight line and brought her hands up to his shoulders.
“Even though you couldn’t admit it, not even to yourself, you wanted me to give you this then.” He brushed her clit with the pad of his thumb and she cried out like someone lit fire to her flesh. “And you want it now.”
He followed the statement by easing his finger deep inside her. He curled inward, hitting that happy spot that she had thought nonexistent before him. She came apart, shaking all around him as a keening hum built in the back of her throat.
She bit her lip until she tasted the copper of blood. The slight pain didn’t even bother her. She welcomed it. Just another layer to the sensations overrunning her, waking her up all over again.
Her head fell back against the wall, lolling from side to side. She blinked, trying to clear the cloudy haze from her eyes. A swift breeze slid over her legs and she was vaguely aware that her shorts and underwear were at her ankles. A faint crinkle of a condom wrapper followed and then her feet lifted off the floor, her back sliding against the wall.
She looked down, met his dark--rimmed blue eyes just as he shoved up inside her, his hardness filling her so completely her lips broke apart on a moan.
He held himself still inside her, hands cupping her ass. Pinned between his big body and the wall, she inhaled deeply, her chest lifting as she tried to catch her breath. An impossibility. She felt swallowed up. Surrounded and invaded by every part of him. There was no separating her from him. Him from her. His gaze fixed on her, holding her hostage.
She swallowed, searching for her voice, desperate for him to move, to sweep her back to that place where she flew out of her body. Left her flesh and skin and bones behind. He pulsed inside her, his cock buried deep. She gulped for air, swallowing hard, fighting against the impulse to pant and make more embarrassing sounds.
She stretched high against him, her hands clutching the taut curve of his shoulders as she tried to move her hips, but it was useless. He had her trapped between him and the wall.
“Still say we can’t do this?” he challenged, holding himself agonizingly motionless.
She writhed, desperate to move. To fuck. And the glint in his eyes told her he knew that. He was playing with her, using her desire against her.
She whimpered, hating how easily her body turned on her. Hating herself for being so weak. Her face flushed hot. She nodded drunkenly. “Yes! We can, okay!”
“Can what?” His voice flayed like a whip. The laser focus of his eyes cut deep into her, striking bone. “Say it, Briar.”
“We can . . . we can fuck.”
He cocked his head to the side as if to say not good enough. He gave the barest pump of his hips, but that drag of their skin together shot sensation to every nerve in her body. “You sure?”
“Damn it, yes,” she hissed, her nails digging into him as she strained to lift up and ride him.
It was what he had been waiting for. Her unflinching consent. Her total surrender.
“Remember that,” he growled, his fingers flexing on her ass. “Then we won’t have to have this conversation again.”
She nodded, even knowing some of her should bristle at the command in his voice, at his total domination of her, but in that moment she didn’t care. She wanted to be dominated by him.
He pulled out and thrust back inside her, finally unleashing himself, giving her what she wanted. What she needed. And he didn’t stop. Filling her, pushing and pulling, rocking against her. She slid up and down the wall from the force of his thrusts.