One More Taste (One and Only Texas #2)(66)

She tore her lips away, so angry at herself for becoming this person she didn’t recognize.

“Fuck you, Knox.” She startled at the hitch in her words. She couldn’t even speak without shards of emotion piercing her voice. “Fuck you for what you’ve done to me, for turning me into this.”

He panted through gritted teeth. “What I’ve done to you? Why don’t we talk about what you’ve done to me?”

His fists closed around the hem of her sweater. He yanked it over her head, then molded his hand to her breast as his eyes raked over her body. A growling groan reverberated from his throat. “You think I like feeling this way? You think this is what I want? This isn’t who I am.” His hand closed in her hair. He tipped her head back and grazed her neck with his lips. “But I’m hungry, damn it. I’m starving for you, Emily.”

“Then take me,” she said between panting breaths.

He rose to his full height. The heat in his gaze nearly singed her. His fingers slid down her arm and took her hand. Together, they walked in charged silence from the kitchen to her bed.

At the foot of the bed, she turned in his arms and kissed him again, hard and deep. She felt his hands on her back, and then her bra fell away. Her pants went next. In a haze of lust, they stripped each other bare, kissing and touching as they went.

When they were naked, Emily broke the kiss. She needed to see the body she’d fantasized about so often. Little had she known that the reality would be even better than her wildest dreams. His body was carved to perfection. Tanned and toned. Every exhalation accentuated the cut of his abdominal muscles and the trail of fine, dark hair that cut a path to his fully aroused cock. Everything about this man was powerful and perfect. And today, he was hers. The realization summoned a pulse between her legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he crooned, snapping her back to the present. He lightly cupped her breast and pressed her nipple between his thumb and finger. “I’ve never seen anyone like you in all my life.”

That couldn’t be true. She’d seen media photos of him with gorgeous blondes on his arm, women light years more conventionally attractive than Emily, but the way he’d said it coupled with the way his heated gaze drank her in, Emily believed him.

On another kiss, they sank onto the bed, Knox’s heavy body caging hers below him in a hot press of flesh on flesh. He kissed his way down her body, often lingering to tease every drop of pleasure from her. Then his lips burrowed into the thatch of hair above her pussy, making his intentions crystal clear.

Even at the height of her dating years, she’d rarely allowed men to perform so intimate an act. Nothing felt more vulnerable than his lips and tongue on her swollen flesh. But one caress from Knox’s tongue between her folds instantly stripped her of her power to resist him. He held her down on the bed with nothing but the force of his desire and the almost painful pleasure that his mouth wrested from her body.

He brought her right up to the first tremor of release, then stopped. It was all Emily could do to lie there, a tightly coiled band of unbearable tension, afraid to move lest she spontaneously combust.

“Can you have more than one?” he asked in a husky voice.

It took a few beats for her to wrap her mind around his question. She didn’t often have multiple orgasms in a night, but that said more about her partners than her body’s attributes. Today, with Knox, she was limitless in every way. “Yes,” she said.

He buried his face between her legs again. Fingers breached her entrance and curled to rub her G-spot. She groaned with the sweet torture of this new pressure point. On the first swirl of his tongue, she broke wide open. He rode her release out with the ease of a masterful lover, and then before she could even catch her breath, his erection nudged at her opening.

“I need to taste your cock,” she murmured in protest.

He almost smiled, but intensity kept his features torqued into a grimace. “First this. I need you too much.”

He sank into her on a muttered curse. And he was right; the acute relief of their bodies locking together felt even more profound than the orgasm. A deep, satisfying shudder rocked her to her bones. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and teased his lips until he covered her mouth with his as he began to move. This, right here, was where she needed to be. Knox Briscoe inside and all around her. Sharing an endless kiss as rippling waves of sensation accompanied each rolling thrust.

When, finally, they collapsed side by side, Emily was tender and glowing from her second release. She snuggled close to Knox, absentmindedly tracing the edge of his pectoral muscle with her finger. This is what it felt like to be lost in time. Free. Sheltered in his arms, she felt softer, somehow. Cherished.

Fuck.

She bolted upright.

Cherished? What the hell does that mean? She was not that woman.

Knox pushed up onto his elbows. He looked as thoroughly worked over as she felt. “What?”

She didn’t recognize either of them for their loss of control. “Who are we right now?”

He flopped back again, pulling her down with him. “I have no idea. Not ourselves, though.” He stroked her back. “But could we wait until later to regret this? Please? I feel like I can breathe for the first time in weeks.”

She raked her nails over his abs, then took his softening erection in her hand. “Then allow me to change that. Assuming you can come more than once.”