Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(28)
“Don’t play games, Sunshine.”
“I don’t play games, Mr. Black.” My heart jackhammers in my chest against his. I’m giving nothing away because I’ve run through every scenario of him and me together. In theory, it might work, but in real terms, there are many other people to consider.
To distract him, I bite the lobe of his ear and he shudders.
“I know what you’re doing, Sunshine. Distraction, avoidance. Believe me, I’m the king of those. I’ve had enough therapy to recognize both.” He gently kisses my shoulder.
Color me curious. “What did you need therapy for, Knox?” I face him, draping my arms over his broad shoulders.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He dips his gaze.
“What happened to you, Knox?” I softly ask. I think this is why he’s never married again or had a serious relationship with anyone. He’s protecting himself from something or someone.
“It’s a story for another time.”
Cradling his face with my hands, I tilt his face back up. “You don’t have to tell me anything, Knox. But I’m here if you ever need to talk. Trust me. I would never divulge anything you tell me.” I search his deep eyes for answers, but they give nothing away.
“Thank you.” He hitches his head up and down quickly in acknowledgement. “Sauna?” He’s certainly mastered the art of avoidance, and I allow him to move on because he allowed me too.
“I’d love to.”
Knox carries me through the warm water toward the sauna room, where he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. It’s relentless and I love every stiflingly steamy minute of it. Steam rooms are supposed to release good feeling endorphins. I don’t need a steam or sauna room for that to happen. I only need Knox.
He then takes me again and again on every surface throughout his entire house, only stopping when Fredrick arrives to give me an out-of-this-world massage, leaving me feeling boneless and walking on a rainbow of fluffy clouds.
We spend the evening chatting and stuffing our faces with Chinese takeout. We watch an episode of The Revamp Champ on his oversized forest-green leather and walnut sofa, and it’s a whole new side of Knox Black that unfolds before me as he jokes, eats with his fingers, and chats with excitement about the on-screen car renovations. I relish in the fact that no one but me gets to see this side of him.
We roll into bed in the wee hours of the morning after chatting about everything and nothing for way too long.
It’s the most fun I’ve had with male company in as long as I can remember.
I wish we had more nights together.
CHAPTER 7
Knox
Slowly waking up from my deep satisfying sleep, my brain can’t work out why my bed feels like Satan’s anus. I’m hot. Boiling, in fact.
It’s then I realize it’s because the world’s hottest human water bottle has curled herself around my hips, chest, waist, and legs, holding me firmly as if I’m her life buoy.
Fuck me, is she hot. And I don’t mean sexy, although there is that too, but she’s burning up. It’s no wonder she sleeps naked ’cause I’m pretty sure her body heat would burn off the fabric if she did.
Not wanting to wake her up or move, I remain still, only turning my head a fraction to get a good look at her through my lazy squint. I take a mental picture for my memory time capsule.
Her long, wavy caramel locks spread out across my pillow and even when asleep, her dimples give her a mischievous girlish look. My eyes roam down her body. She’s got one hell of an incredible body. Combined with an insatiable amount of energy—she’s got that in spades—she’s a dangerous cocktail of sweet meets spice as she met me thrust upon striking thrust every single time we had sex yesterday.
I think she was testing me or vice versa; maybe we both were.
We went for longer, deeper, and came stronger together with every new connection we made as we tried new positions all over my house. I have never done that before.
Not with anyone.
She’s funny, smart, and beautiful. Striking.
We grew closer yesterday. I laughed. Had fun. And fuck, don’t get me started on the eye contact. It’s unnerving. Like she can see into my soul.
I want to spend more time with her. However, she’s never mentioned wanting to spend more time with me, and she avoided the rules question I asked her yesterday.
It’s our last day together.
How I’ll be able to see her down the beach or out and about now without touching her or kissing her is beyond me.
Clit ring.
Then there’s that.
It’s the ultimate torture.
In addition, I now know what her mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.
Damn, it's going to be harder than ever to be around her. And I mean hard.
I run my free hand down my face and release a weighted sigh, then lay my hand over her delicate hand, positioned perfectly over my heavy heart.
I don’t like feeling like this.
It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with.
Whatever this is. It doesn’t feel good. Awful, in fact.
After she leaves today, that’s it, back to the mundane. Hotel, emails, staff issues, spreadsheets, board meetings, more meetings, and endless problems to solve and then back home again to an empty nest. Great. I’m the man who has everything but nothing all at the same time.