Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(43)

“Jesus, Trinity.” His voice was rough and needy, and a shiver rippled through my body.

He ripped his shirt over his head. I worked open his belt, then his button and zipper, needing to touch every inch of him. He pushed my hands away, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down his legs. He certainly wasn’t a stranger to the gym. His chest bulged in all the right places. Unable to stop myself, my fingertips drifted over the silky expanse of his chest. Everything about him was sexy; too sexy. The narrowing of his waist tempted my hands to move lower, but he captured my hands in his again.

“You’re moving too fast again,” he whispered against my neck.

“But I want to touch you.”

He chuckled, his warm breath sending goose bumps spiraling down my arms. “Hold on to the headboard,” he said, curling one of my hands, then the other around the wooden slats above the bed. “I want to touch every part of you.”

His fingers skimmed the column of my throat to my collarbone. He pushed down one bra strap, then the other. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, unwrapping me like a present on Christmas morning. A low hum of pleasure pulsed through my veins.

“I like this one. Red looks good against your skin, but I like them better on the floor.” He dangled it from his finger and flung it across the room. We watched it fall to the ground. “The same goes for these,” he whispered, sliding off the matching panties.

He kissed his way down my body, exploring every curve and indentation with his mouth and his hands. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I was his willing prisoner.

Parting my knees, he kneeled between them. “You know what my first thought was when you stormed into Lang’s study with your gun drawn?”

“No.” My voice was raspy. Needy. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust if he didn’t move this forward.

He ducked his head, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh while his fingers slid against my sex. Wet sounds mingled with my panting breaths. My world narrowed to those to two points of contact, my body vibrating and my teeth chattering.

“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.” He lifted his head, his gaze searing into me. “And I still think you are.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got caught in my throat when his finger circled my clit.

“I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of there,” he said, his lips painting a line from my leg to my core.

“Knox,” I mumbled, but it sounded more like a whimper than a word.

“Would you have let me?” he asked.

“God, yes.” My hips bowed and my sex clenched greedily for more.

He ran his tongue along my entrance in one decadent lick that made my head spin. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking tenderly. My head rolled to the side accompanied by a long drawn out moan. Lacking the strength to keep my eyes open, they fluttered closed, the muscles in my thighs trembling. Meaningless syllables spilled from my lips. I buried my hands in his hair, moving against him as my insides coiled tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue. Then he added a finger. Maybe two. I didn’t know. I was beyond caring. One delicious swirl, and I shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

Instead of rolling off me, his mouth explored his way up my body, showering me with hot and wet kisses.

My navel.

My breasts.

My neck.

Behind my ear.

By the time he reached my mouth, he had somehow put on a condom. He clamped his hands around the bottom of my ribcage and pinned my hips against the mattress. In one skilled thrust, he pushed a few inches inside of me, his eyes never leaving mine. I rocked my hips, but he held me steady, refusing to move until he was ready.

Dipping his head, he pulled my nipple into his mouth, caressing the aching bud, and a little mewl of surprise slipped from my parted lips. My heart pounded so hard it felt as if it would fly out of my chest any second. I rubbed my hands up and down the backs of his legs, feeling his solid, ropey muscles beneath the coarseness of his hair.

I arched, pushing him deeper inside of me. I couldn’t get enough. He moved with controlled little thrusts that ignited spasms of devastatingly intense pleasure. My body stiffened, already straining for a second release.

Sweat beaded on his brow. “So good, Trinity. So good. You’re perfect for me.” His voice was lazy with desire.

My heart squeezed both in pleasure and terror because his words echoed the ones bouncing around in my head. “I know. I know.”

He slid in and out, hitting the perfect spot, coaxing a shuddering moan from my lips. I dug my fingernails into his hips, urging him without words to move faster. Harder. He did exactly that.

Our skin slapping.

Our moans tangling.

Our hands exploring.

Our mouths colliding.

It shouldn’t have been so easy to bring me back to the brink again, but within seconds, ecstasy washed over me. I cried out with the force of my release, my body arching and trembling beneath his. My entire body tingled, my nerves fizzing. My lips were numb, and all of it went on and on.

My spasms were still rippling through me when his started. He bucked into me, his head thrown back and his neck corded as he shook and pulsed. A low groan rumbled up from his chest, punctuated with one fierce pump of his pelvis. He collapsed on me, unmoving, his heart thundering against mine. Good God, I was officially addicted to him.