Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(84)

Such a simple word, but it detonated inside her, unleashing a maelstrom of sensations in its wake. Beneath his gaze, her breasts drew taut and heavy, and tingles danced beneath her skin.

With achingly slow movements, he freed her of her jeans and panties and tossed them to the floor. He stood beside the bed and studied her in the moonlight. “Beautiful.”

So many times he’d seen her bare, but never had it felt this intimate. This exposed and raw. “You’re not even touching me, but I swear I can still feel you.”

He grinned at that, a little of the playfulness she loved about him slipping free. “Interesting. Care to share where?”

Oh, yes. Knox’s mischievous side had definitely engaged and she was more than ready to play along. She cocked her knees to one side and teased her fingertips above her belly button. “It starts here. Sometimes a flutter. Sometimes something deeper. A tug or a pull.”

He inched closer to the bed, his body angled as though drawn and desperate for contact, but holding himself in check. “Only there?”

“No.” Engaging both hands, she gently cupped her breasts, the sensation greatly welcomed against her sensitized mounds, but still not the caress she craved. After the nights they’d spent together only his hands would do. The power behind them. The tightly leashed strength he wielded with each touch. “I ache here.”

His gaze rained down on her, utterly devoted, lids heavy and lips parted. His hands opened and closed in loose fists.

She kneaded her breasts and rasped her thumbs across her distended nipples. “You like looking at me?”

He licked his lower lip and his voice came out low and hungry. “Like’s the wrong word.”

“What’s the right one?”

He lifted his gaze to hers. “Necessary.”

Pleasure speared straight between her legs and she whimpered, her hips flexing into the pulse building in her sex. Pinching and rolling her nipples, she amplified the sensation, each tug darting straight to her clit. “It’s necessary for me, too, but you have on too many clothes.”

With a frustrated grumble, he wrenched his T-shirt over his head. The second it cleared his face, his gaze latched back on her hands at her breasts and tossed the shirt to the floor. “Where else?”

She liked this game. Very much. A heady mix of visuals, temptation and strategy. And oh, how she loved looking at him. Appreciating the tightly compacted and defined muscles at his shoulders, arms and chest. Of all the ways he took her, her favorite was to see him above her, watching each ripple and flex of his abdomen as he worked his cock inside her.

Eager to push him more, she lifted one hand over her head and arched her back, offering herself to him even as her other hand smoothed toward her stomach. “I’ll show you if you’ll give me the rest of you. All of you.”

The muscle at the back of his jaw twitched, the shadows from the bold moonlight streaming through the window making the move even more pronounced. “Want to give you slow.”

“Then give me slow. But let me love you with my eyes the way I love you with my heart.”

Something flashed across his face. Perhaps surprise at the reminder of her feelings, or just the unfamiliarity of the confession. Whatever it was spurred him into motion. He shoved the denim past his hips, pushing his black briefs down with them and unveiling his perfect cock. Hard and thick it jutted proudly toward his belly, the lingering movements as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside, making it bob in a way that made her hands itch to cradle and stroke his length.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, he curled one hand around the base and squeezed. “Show me.” The words rumbled up his throat as a command, but need was there, too. Her man starved for what only she could give.

She traced a leisurely circle around her navel then dipped lower, slowly moving toward her sex. In one blinding moment, everything shifted. What had started as a game—a sensual tease to heighten and build the moment—shifted to something bigger. An all-encompassing connection that coiled and pulsed around them even without physical contact. Her mind scrambled to process it all, but failed under the sensory input. The way he slowly pumped his shaft, the possessive heat in his gaze as he watched her, his shoulders pushed back and chest rising and falling on each deep breath. It all coalesced and consumed her. Pushed aside everything, but the need to feel him. His weight pinning her down. His skin hot against hers. His cock slicking inside her.

Teasing her fingertips through the tight curls atop her mound, she drew in a shaky breath. “I need you here.”

Gaze locked on her fingers, he crawled on the bed, gently grasped her ankles and kneeled between them. He smoothed his hands up her shins and palmed her knees, opening her further for his unflinching study. “Keep going.”

As if she could do anything else. The way he watched her, devoured every inch she covered, practically demanded her obedience. She slicked her fingers through her folds, the wetness she found matching the slow, pushing ache. “Knox.”

“Just like that.” He sat back on his heels and skimmed the flat of his hands down her inner thighs. “So slick for me. Ready.” His thumbs skated only inches from her core, up and down, flaming her need until she could barely draw a decent breath. “Draw it up. Coat your clit with it.”

Her thighs shook and the muscles in her sex clenched at his command, but she did as he said, circling the tight swollen bundle and flexing her hips into each stroke. Her muscles fluttered, release whispering just out of reach.