Worth It (Forbidden Men, #6)(83)

“Don’t stop. I want that too,” I assured him. It was just...well, I was freaking naked in front of a boy. And he was about to explore...down there. Everything inside me was going haywire.”

“Okay,” he whispered, pressing his mouth to my palm. “But you tell me at any time if you want to stop, and I will.”

I bobbed my head. “All right.”

He finally looked at me, completely from head to toe, laid out nude on the dock while he knelt beside me.

“Fuck, City, you look good naked in the moonlight. You’re...perfect.”

“I love you,” I said in a high, scared voice.

His grin was immediate and warm. “I love you, too.” Then he leaned down and kissed me, sweetly and closed-mouthed, on the lips.

This, I could do. So I kissed him back and cupped his face, running my fingers up into his hair. He eased down beside me so we were stretched out next to each other on our sides, and as he deepened the kiss, his hand smoothed over my cheek and down my neck until he reached my breasts. After flicking his thumb over the nipple, he cupped me hard, making a jolt of pain mix with even more pleasure.

I panted into his mouth and kissed him deeper. He groaned and moved his hand south, over my stomach and across to my hip. He cupped that a second before caressing his way to the apex of my thighs. Right before he reached the place that was sensitive, pulsing, and swollen, he paused. Then he pressed his forehead to mine, looked into my eyes, and touched me.

I sucked in a breath at the shock of it.

“Is it okay?” he asked, his gaze worried.

I gulped, not quite sure I could talk yet. Then I nodded, and blubbered, “Better...so much better than okay.”

Male satisfaction clouded his features, and he moved lower, until—

“Oh, f*ck me. You’re wet. You’re so f*cking wet.”

His finger plunged into me and I bucked against it. “Knox. God, that feels...” I clutched his shoulder hard and savored the feeling. “So...good.”

“Does it?” He stroked me then, drawing his finger out and then pushing it back in. I loved it and thrust up my hips to meet his next plunge. “God, you’re gorgeous. You’re so gorgeous.”

I bit my lip, watching him as he watched me back.

“Jesus, City,” he rasped. “You’re killing me here. You’re not supposed to look this hot getting off to my hand. I’m barely holding myself together.”

Too seeped in the pleasure to care, I arched my back and begged, “More.”

He gave it, kissing me hard, tangling our tongues together as he added another finger and cupping one of my breasts with a free hand. I crashed my hips against his palm in feminine demand, and he moved faster, thrust deeper.

“Oh my God.” I pulled away from his kiss to arch my neck back and bow up my aching breasts. “Something’s happening. I think I’m gonna come.”

“Shit! Wait.” He moved down my body as I gaped at him in absolute confusion, but then he said, “There was one more thing I wanted to do before you...” He didn’t bother to finish his explanation. He pressed his mouth between my legs and licked me.

I screamed and bucked against him. He shoved his fingers deep, swirled his tongue over a knotted bundle of nerves, and I came so hard I went lightheaded and slightly oxygen deprived. But the bolts of energy radiating from me felt so freaking good, I rode the high, not even caring.

By the time I came down, I felt limp and satiated, ready to pass out and sleep for a decade.

Knox blew out a breath and collapsed beside me, lying on his side so he could watch me. I rolled onto my side so I could face him too. We grinned like idiots at each other until we started to laugh.

Then I held up a hand. “Okay, I just have to say...I freaking love third base.”

He laughed and kissed my lips in the moonlight. “Yeah, so do I.”

I shook my head, studying his beautiful, perfect face as he pulled back. “How’d you ever know to do something like that?”

He shrugged. “My dad watches a lot of porn.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip, my thoughts swirling. Then I whispered, “Knox?”

His lashes fluttered as if he could pass out too. Then he murmured, “Hmm?”

“Can I confess something to you?”

Eyes opening, he nodded. “Of course.”

“My brothers watch a lot of porn too.”

When I reached between us and snapped open the top button of his jeans, he sucked in a breath. “City?”

I lowered the zipper slowly. “Can I do to you what you just did to me?”

“Uh...” Words seemed to fail him as I slipped my hand into the opening and clutched him through his underwear.

“I think the answer you’re looking for is yes.”

He groaned as I stroked him. “Yes. Oh...f*ck. Yes, okay. But only if you want to.”

“Oh, I want to. I want to so very, very badly.”

Wiping a hand over his face, he watched as I drew him free of his underwear, then he lifted his hips so I could push his clothes out of the way. When I returned to his cock, I was amazed at how soft it was over the hardness beneath the surface. The slit at the end of the mushroomed head seeped a syrupy drop, so I leaned down and licked it away.

He reacted violently, clutching my hair and surging his hips up. But a second later, he slammed his butt back to the dock under him. “Sorry, sorry. Did I hurt you?”