Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(27)

“Nope. Not a thing. He’s my confidante. Discreet. Plus, he signed a confidentiality agreement with The Sanctuary. It’s more than his job's worth to discuss anything outside of work. He’s massaged some of the most famous people in the world. Even I don’t know who. But the word presidential was used.”

Oh, Lord.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why did you organize that?”

“Because you dance every day, teach, school runs, cook, clean, run around all day. You deserve it. You look after your boys and anything else that is thrown at you daily. Who looks after you?”

“You are so thoughtful, Knox. Thank you.” I’m a little lost for words. How considerate and caring of him. I can’t remember the last time I had a massage or reflexology, possibly never.

“Have you tried the sauna and the steam room yet?” He thumbs in their direction.

“No. I was waiting for you.” Without warning, I pull myself up on the white-tiled edge of the pool with one arm and grab the neckline of his tee shirt with the other. “Get in here with me, Mr. Black.”

He gasps, almost losing his footing as he tips toward me. “I have my phone in my pocket.”

“Take off your clothes. Come for a swim. You’re the one that needs to loosen up, old man.” I smile, teasing him.

“Demanding.” He rolls his eyes dramatically.

I steal a quick kiss, planting my wet lips on his, before letting go of him and plunging myself back under the water.

Popping my head back up to the surface, I submerge my face again, just enough to ensure I can still watch Knox on the sidelines as he peels his expensive apparel from his delicious body. My eyes leisurely skate across his taut muscles, taking their time to admire his thick, heavy length between his broad thighs. I love that well-trimmed sprinkle of dark hair from his belly button that heads south.

I internally thank all the Greek gods above and below for creating this fine naked specimen of a man that’s slowly walking down the mosaic-patterned blue and white steps into the pool.

He swims toward me with undeniable intention, loops his arms around my waist, and instructs me to hold my breath. I do.

My stomach ties in knots when he drags me under, never letting me go as he holds me perfectly still under the warm water. Our eyes lock.

Reaching up, I thumb his cheek; he rests his hand over mine.

Time stops as the gargle of the waves and bubbles swirl around us.

A few more seconds go by. Something deeper passes between us.

It’s tangible. I can feel the buzz of excitement in my heart and soul as I stare at the glorious man before me.

We ascend together. As we breach the surface, catching our breath, we kiss. And kiss.

Our panting breaths, wet skin, and tongues are all I can focus on.

It’s so Knox.

Deep.

All-consuming.

Possessive.

I grab on to Knox’s face as tight as I can, as if my life depends on it, using him as my breathing aid, and the way he kisses me in response makes my world spin on its axis.

I’m warm in the heated pool, but I shudder as my desire for him deepens. The way Knox kisses me is pure panty-scorching as sparks of joy and electricity jolt through my body. His hands roam my skin under the water.

With every skim, grab, and nip at my skin, he pulls me firmly to him as if trying to glue us together.

He nibbles and bites my lips, then drops his mouth to the spot on my neck he now knows I adore and makes me mewl like a cat in heat.

“You’re turning me into a sex addict,” he murmurs.

“I think it’s the other way around.” I laugh, then stroke his growing hard length back and forth beneath the water.

My pulse quickens as our breathing picks up pace.

Knox makes me want to try things I never have. Pushes me. But all the while he’s lit up my entire world in less than twenty-four hours, showing me what I needed to see.

That I’m a woman.

A woman with needs.

Who deserves better.

Adored.

Worshipped.

To be taken care of.

And I’m not ashamed to admit that I want someone to take care of me.

For someone to care enough about me again to want to be there for me.

And not just anyone.

I want him to take care of me. Well, at least for the next day.

He murmurs a frustrated groan. “I want you.”

Now or forever?

He stops kissing me, then leans back slightly, studying me with curiosity.

“Say that again?” he says with a deep rasp.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?”

I have a stupid habit of doing that at the most inappropriate of times. My sister, Eden, does it too.

“You did.” His fingers dig into my waist.

I don’t respond.

“Well?” he presses me.

I clear my throat. “Forget I said that.”

“I don’t want to forget. Say it again. I said, I want you.”

“I’m not saying it again.” Because it slipped out by mistake.

He skims his lips over the shell of my ear. “You know, Sunshine, you can keep denying yourself, keep denying what is happening between you and me, but I know deep down we want the same thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. “And what’s that?”