Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(66)

He smiled against her lips, palmed the back of her neck and kissed her with a firmness and depth that said he not only appreciated her honesty, but encouraged it. By the time he backed away enough to look her in the eye, she’d nearly forgotten her question. “Untenable will never happen. You just proved it. No matter what happens, you trust me enough to tell me the truth. To say what’s on your mind. So long as we’re talking, there isn’t anything we can’t figure out. Not with work or anything else.”

“You really believe that?”

“Want me to prove it?” The glint in his eyes was irresistible. The irrepressible bad boy dangling the promise of something both decadent and divine.

A quiver speared low in her belly. Whatever he had on his mind, her body was more than ready and her mind adequately piqued. “Prove it how?”

Snagging her hand as he straightened, he pulled her from her chair and tugged her toward the bedroom. “Oh, this is a show, not a tell.”

She half-heartedly dug in her heels and glanced back at her computer. “But I haven’t finished.”

“You’re finished. You just haven’t admitted it yet.” With that, he swung her around, backed her against the edge of the bed and devoured her mouth.

As diversion tactics went, his kiss was the ultimate ploy. Especially, those when he took complete control.

And he was definitely in command now. From the hand at the back of her head holding her firm for his mouth, to the other one anchored on her ass, there was zero give in his embrace.

Not that she cared. In that second, the whole damned building could have crumbled around them and she’d have hesitated in finding shelter. His kiss was that good. A drugging caress that smoothed all the wrinkles of reality away and left only a silken pallet for her spirit.

With a casualness developed over their recent days and nights together, he had her T and sleep shorts off in short order and her body humming and primed. That was the thing about Knox—in life and in sex, he defined what he wanted and went all in. And oh, how she loved it when what he wanted was her, mindless and aching for whatever he wanted to dish out.

She reached for his waistband, keen to return the favor.

He snagged her hands, spun her and pinned both wrists behind her back. “Nope. Not yet,” he growled near her ear. “I’m not done getting you ready.”

She wriggled her ass against his more than ready cock, just hearing the promise in his voice enough to leave her drenched. “Ready for what?”

He snagged two of her thickest pillows, stacked them in front of her on the side of the bed. “Bend over, sweetheart. We’re gonna put our communication skills to the test.”

As tall as the pillows were stacked and the way they’d angle her ass for him, she seriously doubted there’d be any communication beyond her saying, Yes, and, More. Still, she leaned forward, rested one cheek against the soft comforter and peeked at him over her shoulder. “The last time you took me from behind the neighbors weren’t happy with our enthusiasm.”

“Which just proves your walls are too thin. Gonna deal with that inconvenience after I get you to see reason on work.” He smacked her ass and nudged her feet apart. “Right now, I want you to spread for me. I need room to work.”

Like he’d need to ask her twice for that one. Fingers, mouth or cock, Knox worked her with the same proficiency he did everything else. One hundred percent dedication and vehemence.

He crouched behind her and squeezed the firm grip he’d kept on her wrists. “Lace your fingers and keep your hands behind your back. You know how I hate distractions.”

“That’s so not true. You’re a distraction junkie.”

He chuckled and spanked her other cheek, this one packing enough sting her sex clenched. “Keep it up, sweetheart. Seeing your skin pink from my hand’s a fucking huge turn-on.”

She did as he asked but wiggled her butt while she did. “Then you should probably stop talking and give me more.”

“Oh, I’m going to give you more.” He skimmed his hands down the backs of her thighs, then the swish of plastic sliding against the carpet sounded from beneath the bed. The next thing she knew, he was standing behind her and the plastic tub she kept stowed beneath the bed was beside her on the comforter. “The question is how far you’re going to let me go.”

Dimly, her mind registered him moving behind her and the weighted rustle of his jeans tossed to the floor, but the bulk of her attention was centered on the box. Or more accurately, the toys inside it.

The front of his muscled thighs pressed against the backs of her legs and he skimmed his hands in an indolent caress up along her hips. “Anything in that box that’s off-limits?”

Her heart kicked so hard she swore its pulse echoed through the mattress beneath her cheek. It wasn’t anything in that box he was asking about, but one thing in particular...because they’d used all but one already.

But she’d sure thought about the one item remaining. Had imagined him working the slender plug inside her. How it might feel to have even more.

Only one man had ever inspired such thoughts. And now was her chance. “Nothing.”

A low, approving rumble filled the room and he guided his impossible hard cock along the seam of her ass. “What about what’s not in the box?”

She groaned and rolled her head so her forehead pressed against the mattress, angling her hips up and back for more of his teasing strokes.