Playing Hard to Get(60)

“It is. I just didn’t want to scare you when I promised I could make everything hot.” I kiss her, my tongue doing a quick search of her mouth before I pull away. “And filthy.”

Her eyes flare with heat. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. It’s what I want. What she wants too.

So I’m going to give it to her. Despite my vow of celibacy or whatever the fuck, it’ll be worth a thousand bucks to get with Joanna.

Hell, it will be worth more. Much more.

Sliding my hands down over her perfect ass, I tug, indicating I want to lift her up, and she goes willingly, her legs wrapping around my hips. Clutching her ass, I pull her against me, my mouth finding hers, a satisfied hum sounding low in my throat when her tongue darts out to lick at mine.

Fuck, she tastes good. Sweet. I lightly touch her throat, pressing my fingers against the rapid pulse at the base of her neck, heat rippling through my blood when I realize I’m the one who’s doing that to her.

I’m the one who’s making her heart race.

She kisses me with a desperation that matches mine, hungry and all-consuming, her tongue gliding against mine. I hear a groan, and I realize it’s coming from me.

Breaking the kiss, I slide my fingers around her nape, tilting her head back, so I can rain kisses there. She makes a strangled sound, her eyes tightly closed when I nip at her ear, then soothe the bite with my tongue.

“Knox.” My name is a desperate plea on her lips, her fingers sliding into my hair, tugging tightly, making me wince. Doesn’t stop me from kissing her neck though. I nibble and lick, my need growing for her by the second. I’ve got her pinned against the wall with my body, which leaves my hands free, so I take advantage, slipping my other hand beneath her cropped shirt, skimming my fingers across the flat expanse of her stomach.

We go at it like this for I don’t know how long, me keeping her against the wall, my hands wandering, my mouth locked with hers. I’ve never been one to focus so heavily on kissing. I always believed it just led to the good stuff. Was a precursor, something that needed to be done before the next set of events. And then the next…

But there’s something to be said for kissing a beautiful woman when you have her pinned against the wall on a Tuesday night.





TWENTY-THREE





JOANNA





We moved from the wall to his bedroom, Knox walking me backward down the hall, his fingers tracing my cheek, his mouth nibbling at mine. I could kiss him for hours. Days. Weeks.

Months.

He’s good at it. Comes at it from different angles. Uses different speeds with his tongue. Fast. Slow. Teasing. Thorough.

I don’t know which way I like the most.

We’re standing in the middle of his bedroom when he ends the kiss, his eyes glowing as he studies me. “Let’s move to the bed.”

His voice is so gravelly and deep, it’s as if it reverberates in my soul, making me tremble. I rest my hand on his chest, checking his heartbeat. It’s fast. Almost erratic.

My gaze drops lower, taking in his erection. I felt it earlier, when he had me pinned against the wall with his hips, and a trickle of fear slides through me, making me bite my lower lip.

That thing is intimidating. I can’t lie. Bryan is the only guy I’ve had sex with, and his dick was average-sized. I’ve watched enough porn to know what’s big, what’s small, and what’s your regular, run-of-the-mill dick.

What Knox is packing isn’t even close to average. It’s long and thick and could possibly do bodily damage if I’m not properly prepared.

From the way he’s just kissed me for the past twenty minutes, I’m thinking he knows just how to prepare me, so that’s reassuring.

“Jo Jo? You cool with that?” He brushes my hair away from my face as I tilt my head back, my gaze meeting his. I blink up at him and he frowns. “If you want to stop, tell me. I won’t push.”

I shake my head. No way do I want to stop.

His frown deepens. “Then what is it?”

I blurt out the first thing I think of. “Haven’t you made a vow of celibacy?”

“Shit.” His hand drops from my hair, and I immediately miss his touch. “Yeah. When I’m with you, I forget all about that.”

That’s a sweet confession, but…

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Messing around with you isn’t messing with my practices.”

“And how’s school going?”

“Jesus, woman. That is the last thing I want to talk about.” He hauls me toward him almost roughly, his mouth on mine. It’s an aggressive kiss. Possessive. Like he’s trying to make me forget about all of those responsibilities we have, so we can focus solely on each other.

And it’s working. I forget all about homework and celibacy vows and what people might think if they knew we were together right now. He consumes me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips. I let him, drowning in his taste, his possessiveness. No one has ever kissed me like this.

Not even Bryan.

The kiss is raw and hot and maybe even a little filthy, his tongue insistent. I’m moaning, circling my arms around his neck, rising on tiptoes to get closer to him. His erection rubs against my stomach, hard and insistent, and I gasp when he grabs hold of me and whirls me around, depositing me onto his bed.