Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(35)

He flicked open the buttons of my shirt and parted the white material, exposing me from my neck to the top of my black lace panties. His fingertips trailed along my collarbone down to my breasts, moving lower and lower with every intoxicating swirl. His hand seared me. Branded me. Worshiped me.

When he reached the lace waistline of my panties, my insides clenched and liquid heat pooled between my thighs. A moan tumbled from my mouth, and his pupils dilated, the black core swelling until they nearly eclipsed the clear blue of his irises. Temptation and lust swirled in the air, hot and heavy. Any thought of stopping evaporated like a puddle in the desert.

“Trinity?” he said. His breath felt like velvet caressing my skin.

Arching my neck, my eyelids fluttered closed in invitation. “Yes.”

“Let’s go to my room.”

I nodded, desire clogging my throat.

He scooped me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me to the bedroom. I didn’t murmur a single word of protest because I wanted to live in the present, untethered from everything and everyone.

My cat.

Derrick.

Miles.

My job.

My past.

My future.

And something told me Knox could help me with that.

I clung to him as he lay me down on the bed, his body pinning mine against the white, puffy cloud of bedding. The bright morning sunlight streamed through the long rectangular window that stretched the entire length of the far wall, bathing us in a golden light that felt almost magical.

My hands dove under the hem of his shirt, painting streaks of desire on every sinful contour. His breathing turned rapid and urgent, and his lips crashed against mine. In less than an instant, his tongue thrust between my lips, claiming me. Owning me.

I reached between us and shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his hips. I clawed at his shirt, ripping it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He toyed with my panties, shoving them to the side, not even bothering to remove them before his fingers plunged inside me. An uncontrolled tremble rushed through my body.

“Knox, please,” I said, the words blurring into incoherent syllables.

I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. With his lips next to my ear, he told me how much he craved me from the minute he saw me. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He mumbled dirty, filthy things that should’ve made me blush, but instead they made me desperate for him; desperate for this.

My body hummed with need, every nerve buzzing on high alert. Bowing off the bed, I rocked against the heel of his hand, hungry for more. His free hand palmed my breast, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then the other. More dirty words and just like that, I tumbled over the edge, the pleasure so surreal it bordered on pain. His lips melded against mine, drinking my moans and groans into my mouth like he wanted to save them for later.

He yanked his fingers out of me. “Dammit, Trinity,” he hissed. “This is going too fast. I can’t wait any longer.”

He rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed. I pushed onto my elbows, watching him pull a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand. His brows pulled together as he ripped it open and rolled it down his shaft. When he finished, his blue eyes laser-focused on me, sweeping over my body with enough heat to set me on fire.

“These need to go,” he said, his voice smoky, deep and perfect. He yanked my panties down my legs. Seconds later, he braced his body over mine, his hands bracketing my head, his triceps bulging. He slid his erection back and forth over my entrance, testing and teasing with the heavy press of his hard length. Greedy anticipation vibrated in my core, and I realized I had never felt so impatient for any other man; certainly not Miles or the two other men who came before him. With them, I was going through the motions, taking the obligatory next step in the relationship.

Before the thought could take root, he plunged inside of me.

In.

Out.

Back in again with skilled movements that had me riding the edge to oblivion faster than I wanted to admit.

His body pressed into mine, and his hands drifted to my hips, angling my pelvis so perfectly. Too perfectly. I circled my legs around his waist, wanting him deeper. Fire knotted low in my belly, spreading and growing stronger with every thrust.

“God, you feel good. Too good,” he whispered.

I nodded because words weren’t possible. My climax shimmered infuriatingly near, but too far out of my reach. I moaned in frustration, and as if he could read my mind, his hand snaked between us and strummed against my clit. Like magic, my muscles tensed. I gritted my teeth. My pulsed jackhammered inside of my chest. My blood raced through my veins. My sex clenched. I arched off the bed, chanting his name like a benediction. One jagged thrust later, he followed me over, a string of curses interspersed with a guttural groan flowing from his parted lips.

Minutes ticked by and neither of us uttered a word. I clung to him, not wanting to let go. Not wanting the moment to end. I didn’t want to face reality and the problems and uncertainties hanging over my life like a thundercloud.

Too soon, he rolled onto his side and wrapped his body around mine, our legs tangling together. His hands explored my body, but without the heat of a few minutes ago. My eyes felt heavy, and I yawned, the sleepless night catching up with me.

“Are you tired?” he asked, his fingertips drawing circles on my belly.

“Yeah.” I rotated onto my other hip so I could see his face, my hair rustling on the pillow. “I didn’t sleep very well last night or the night before that. I’ve been a wreck between worrying about my brother and my job.” I poked him in the chest. “And you didn’t help matters. I didn’t know what you wanted from me.” I pursed my lips. “I still don’t know.”