Chapter 146: Don’t Fight It

NORA’S POV

The vibration of my own voice still hung in the warm air.

Knox didn’t move away. He stayed right where he was, kneeling between my parted knees, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against the inside of my thighs.

A low, wicked rumble vibrated against his ribs. "Tell me you liked that, Bennett."

"You know I did," I gasped, my fingers knotting into the duvet as the heat between my legs flared like a struck match. "Don’t get cocky."

"Not cocky," Knox murmured, his voice dipping into that gravelly rasp that always made my stomach flip. "Just thorough."

His hands slid down from my waist, smoothing along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When he reached the crease of my hips, his thumbs pressed in, anchoring me flat to the mattress.

"Knox..."

"Breathe, Nora," he commanded softly, holding my gaze. "I’ve got you. We have all night."

He lowered his head again, but he didn’t rush straight back to where I was aching. Instead, his mouth brushed the soft swell of my hip, his dark stubble scraping lightly against my fevered skin before he nuzzled along the curve of my outer folds.

His warm breath washed over me, sending a violent shiver straight to the base of my spine. The agony of waiting for him to touch me again made my chest ache.

Then his mouth found me.

Knox pressed the flat of his tongue against my center, drawing a long, slow stroke straight up from the bottom of my core. It was unhurried and torturously warm, coating my sensitive skin.

Before I could catch my breath, he drew his tongue back down and swept upward again, broader this time, making sure every inch of me burned.

My hips lifted off the bed, seeking more friction. "Knox, please..."

"Just getting you ready, baby," he whispered against my skin, his lips parting over the slick flesh.

Knox caught the edge of my fold between his lips, pulling gently with a slow, tender suction that drew a choked whimper from my throat. He released it with a soft sound, then shifted to the other side, doing the exact same thing until my toes curled against the sheets.

The blood rushed through my veins in a thundering wave. Every nerve ending between my thighs felt raw, sensitive and desperate for him.

He used the tip of his tongue to trace the seam of my inner folds, drawing a wet, searing line of fire up toward the peak where the ache was sharpest.

I reached down blindly, my fingers tangling into the thick curls at the back of his head, tugging him closer. "Right there. Knox, please don’t stop."

"I feel how wet you are for me," he rasped, glancing up through his dark lashes.

His gray eyes were molten, stripped of every ounce of athlete swagger. He looked hungry, completely undone by the taste of me.

"You’re already shaking, Bennett."

"Because of you," I breathed.

Knox dived back in, pressing the flat of his tongue over the entire hood and moving slowly from side to side like a warm, searing balm. He soothed the sharp ache while coiling a tighter, deadlier spring low in my belly.

"Look at me," Knox commanded in a rough murmur.

I forced my eyes open, my chest heaving for air.

Holding my gaze, Knox narrowed the point of his tongue. He began swirling it around in tiny, maddening circles, spinning clockwise, then counter-clockwise, drawing the circles smaller and tighter with every pass.

Each revolution sent a fresh shockwave rippling through my stomach. Just when the pressure became too intense to bear, Knox sealed his lips over my clit, drawing me in with a firm, hungry pull.

A sharp, breathless scream ripped from my throat.

My thighs clamped together instinctively, locking his head between my knees.

"Knox!"

"Right here," he rumbled against my center, the deep vibration buzzing straight through my core. "Keep those legs open for me, Nora. Don’t fight it."

His large hands caught the insides of my knees, gently but relentlessly pressing my thighs wide apart and pinning them against the mattress. He never broke his rhythm. He held that slow, devastating swirl against my clit, refusing to let me escape the heat until my thighs began to tremble with violent, helpless shivers.

"You’re killing me," I whined, clutching his bare shoulders, my fingernails biting into his skin.

"Good," Knox growled, his lips sliding back to reveal the swollen bud completely. "Now let me see what you do."

He started playing with the rhythm, shifting between feather-light flicks of his tongue and long, firm laps from the base of the bud straight over the top.

He’d flick, stroke, and circle, over and over, keeping the pressure light enough to drive me insane without ever hurting. My heels dug deep into the mattress, my hips rocking helplessly against his mouth as the room seemed to fade into a blur of heat and cedar.

"Knox, I can’t... it’s too much," I gasped, tossing my head against the pillows.

"You can take it," Knox rasped against my skin. "You’re doing so good for me, Nora."

He gave my center two broad, flat licks to cool the fire for a fraction of a second before diving right back in, picking up the tempo.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. A knot of unbearable tension was winding tighter and tighter in my lower abdomen, pulling every muscle taut.

"Knox, I’m close," I cried out, my voice cracking on the words. "I’m so close..."

"Not yet," he murmured against my folds. "I want you out of your mind first."

Knox broke contact for half a second to swallow, his breath ragged and hot against my skin. Still hovering inches over my wetness, his right hand slid down between my thighs, his fingers slick with the heat pouring from my body.

Slowly, he slid his middle finger inside me.

The sensation stole the breath right out of my lungs. He was thick, warm, and snug, stretching me open in a way that made my walls squeeze tight around him in immediate protest and pleasure.

"God, Nora," Knox groaned. "You’re so tight. You feel incredible."