“OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, clutching him tightly and burying her face in his neck.
His breathing grew shallow against her ear. The harsh rasp turned her skin to goose flesh. He slowed and she moaned her frustration, turning her face and biting into the side of his neck. “Don’t stop,” she choked against his heated skin.
“Oh, I’m not stopping, baby. Not yet. Remember what I told you.” He increased his pace then like he was determined to get her off. “You’ll come for me. Every time.” Her orgasm hit hard as the deep rumble of his words sank into her. Her thighs squeezed tight around him as she rode out her orgasm. He moved inside her several more times, harder, faster against her oversensitized flesh.
He grunted and sighed, reaching his own release. She ducked her head, breathing in his skin, reveling in the sensation of him twitching inside her. She smoothed her hands down his biceps as her heavy breaths evened out.
A knock sounded at her door.
She lifted her head. Her stare collided with his waiting gaze. “Pizza,” she murmured.
“Yeah.” He stepped back, withdrawing from her. “I’ll get it.”
She slid down to her feet, her legs wobbly. Knox turned and got rid of the condom in the kitchen before stepping back out, zipping his jeans back up.
Averting her gaze, she snatched up her shorts and underwear. “Let me just get some cash—-”
“I got it,” he said, a slight edge to his voice, which stopped her from reaching for her purse. “A pizza’s not going to break me.”
Heat crawled up her face. She’d offended him. His face flushed as he dug out his wallet from his back pocket. Nodding, she dove into her room. Closeted in her bathroom, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Standing under the showerhead, she let the water beat down on her.
She filled her palms with shower gel and lathered her body, but it didn’t matter. No amount of soap could ever erase the memory of him from her body. She would still feel him. She would always feel him. She didn’t want to stop feeling him.
So much for thinking she could resist him. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She wouldn’t even try.
SEVENTEEN
THE NEXT FEW days passed in a blur of mind--numbing sex. Knox showed up at her place every day. Depending on his work schedule, sometimes he was waiting for her when she got off work. Other times he showed up late. Either way, it didn’t matter. She always opened her door to him and they always ended up in bed. Well, if they made it that far. Sometimes they got as far as her living room couch. Once they didn’t even make it past her small foyer area. She only managed to close the door before they went at it.
She never had this before. To be sure, she was no experienced lover. Her ex had told her that when it came to sex she was lacking. At least that was Beau’s excuse when she caught him with another girl their sophomore year of college. She didn’t have what it took to please a guy but apparently Kylie--Marie three rooms down the hall did. With Knox, though, she forgot all about that. Her insecurities flew out the window. He made her feel skilled. Powerful. Irresistible. It was going to be hard to let this all go.
Even though a voice continued to whisper in the back of her mind that this was a bad idea, she couldn’t put a stop to any of it.
“What were you like? Before?” she asked, sprawled on top of Knox after round two of the night, her ear pressed directly over his heart where it beat a strong rhythm in his chest.
His hand stilled on her back, where he had idly been tracing small patterns. “Doesn’t matter. That’s in the past.”
She bit her lip and darted a glance up at his face. He stared stoically through the gloom to the ceiling as though something of great interest was etched into the plaster.
“I’ll tell you something about me,” she coaxed. Only in that second did she realize he probably didn’t care to know anything personal about her. Past or present. He might not care about her at all. Not beyond this. Not beyond their physical relationship. Fucking, he said. That’s what this was.
“You don’t have to do that.” Translation? Don’t share.
That only seemed to confirm her suspicion. An awkward silence fell between them. She held still, sprawled stiffly over him, and tried not to feel all kinds of awkward.
His chest lifted with a sigh under her. “I played football in high school. I was pretty good.”
She absorbed that for a moment, a smile creasing her face at the small admission. Pretty good. She bet he was better than good. He was amazingly fit at twenty--eight years old. What had he been like in high school?
“I played in college—-”
“You went to college?” she asked abruptly.
“Is that such a surprise? I had a full ride at A&M. Went for my first year. I was home for the summer when I got arrested.”