Love Me (WITSEC #3)(52)

Without missing a beat, I crawled until I was out of his reach and climbed to my feet. I dashed into the dining room as Knox leapt over the couch. I had nowhere to go other than the kitchen. Before heading there, I knocked over one of the table’s chairs, hoping to slow him down. It didn’t work. I barely made it into the kitchen when Knox’s arm caught me around my waist.

“Got you,” he said.

I instantly went limp in his arms, hoping he’d drop me. He didn’t. Instead, he lifted me and backed up into the dining room. I struggled against him, finding it no use, not unless I wanted to hurt him to get free.

Kicking the chair I’d knocked over out of the way, Knox set me on my feet and pinned me between him and the table. His hand pushed me between the shoulder blades and down. Before he could get me fully bent over, I slammed my hands down on the top of the table. When I refused to let him push me any further, he moved his hand up to my hair. Yanking my head back, he ground his hard cock between my butt cheeks. He was ready for me. He wanted me. But I refused to submit to my desire for him. We’d been here before and he always pulled away.

His mouth came down on my neck. I felt his lips and tongue kiss to taste my skin before he bit down. I whimpered.

He loosened his arm around my waist and his hand found its way under my top. His fingers trailed across my stomach, slipping under the waistbands of my shorts and underwear.

He paused with just the tips of his fingers inside my shorts and kissed his way up my neck until he reached my ear. “Shiloh?”

My stomach fell and disappointment seeped in. I supposed it didn't matter whether or not I submitted to him. Hope had wormed its way in. “Backing down already?” I said angrily.

He tugged on my hair at the same time his hand dove into my underwear. Sliding his fingers between my legs, he cupped my sex. His lips grazed the shell of my ear as he said, “I’m not backing down, Shiloh. I was getting your consent. Because despite the threats I made about fucking you or punishing you, you say no and this stops.”

I was hesitant to respond. There was still so much unsettled between us. What if he pulled away at the last possible minute? “Please don’t stop, Knox.” It was a plea as much as it was a leap of faith.

The tips of his fingers curled toward my already-wet core. “So angry, yet so wet for me,” he said as he slowly pushed a finger inside of me.

My nails tried to claw at the table when he withdrew that large finger and added a second as he pushed in again.

Pumping those big fingers inside me, he let out a guttural noise. “I was afraid.”

I stiffened. “What?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long that I knew you’d make me snap,” he growled and pulled his fingers from me. He yanked my shorts and underwear down and I stepped out of them. Then he spun me to face him and knelt before me. Grabbing one of my legs by the back of the knee, he threw it over his shoulder and buried his face between my legs.

I set my hands on the table behind me to help hold me up, because the first lap of his tongue went from my center to my clit and almost made my legs give out. It had been slow and savoring. “Wh—why are you afraid?” I asked with a trembling voice.

His lips moved against me, and I felt the vibration of every word. “Because I want to own this pussy.” He sucked on my clit and the erotic noises that came from him when he did drove me to new heights of arousal. I’d known I was wet before, but now, I could feel it sliding down my inner thigh and his chin.

He pushed his fingers back inside me and fucked me with them as he ate at me like I was his last meal. My head fell back with a long and loud moan.

“You make me feel like a bastard. I want to ruin you for them. I don’t want to let you walk away from me without feeling me between your legs. I want you to feel me when they fuck you. That is why I held off. I’m afraid of how jealous I’ll be after I have you.”

His tongue began doing a flicking motion and I lost it. As I spasmed and shuddered, he licked me clean. It was as if every bit of my arousal he conjured was his and he wouldn’t stop until he had every last drop.

Once I recovered, I registered what he had just said. Knox stood and leaned down to kiss me. I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. Searching his eyes, I asked, “Let me get this straight…you’re afraid to sleep with me because you’re afraid it will make you jealous of your brothers. That’s what this has all been about?”

He straightened, the heat in his eyes dimming. “Yes.”

“Have you felt any jealousy up until this point?” I asked.

“When we weren’t together, yes,” he answered honestly, which was a relief.

“Since we’ve been together?”

He pondered for a moment. “No.”

“And you think sex will make you jealous again?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Sex is a big step, one that could change things.”

“What we just did was a form of sex. Do you feel differently?”

“I don’t know.”

I scooped up my shorts and underwear and put them on. “I’m happy you’re being honest with me. I just wished you had done it sooner.” I folded my arms across my chest. “I thought…”

“I know what you thought and I’m sorry for letting you think that,” he said and I could hear the remorse in his voice. “Yesterday blindsided me. I wanted you so badly, it was torture. That’s why I was angry.”