Chapter 147: I Want To

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

He curled his finger upward, pressing against the front wall of my core, hunting for the spot that would shatter me. The moment his knuckle flexed inside, an electric current surged straight up into my throat, blinding me with pleasure.

"Knox!"

"Right there?" he rasped.

"Yes... oh God, yes..."

Knox started moving his finger in a firm, steady rhythm inside me, stroking that sensitive spot. At the same time, he brought his mouth down onto my clit, sweeping his tongue over it in a fast, dizzying motion.

The combination was sensory overload.

Inside, his finger stroked and curved, stretching me; outside, his mouth and tongue worshipped me hungrily. The two rhythms worked together in a brutal, beautiful storm that stripped away every logical thought I possessed.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t remember my own name.

"Look at me, Bennett," Knox commanded. "Eyes on me."

I dragged my eyelids open.

Knox was looking up at me from between my thighs. His dark hair was messy and damp with sweat, his jaw flushed, his molten gray eyes burning into mine with an intensity that terrified and thrilled me. He was completely surrendered to this... dedicated entirely to making me unravel.

"Knox... please, slower," I whimpered, my hands tangling into the bedding as the pleasure coiled into an almost unbearable ache.

He listened instantly, softening his stroke, widening the sweep of his tongue while his finger maintained steady, deep pressure against that magic spot inside me.

"Just like that?" he whispered against my core.

"Yes... right there, don’t change anything..."

The coil tightened to the breaking point. My chest rose and fell in jagged, broken gasps, my inner thigh muscles locking up as the pressure built toward an inevitable explosion.

Knox felt me start to tremble. He knew I was right on the edge.

Then, with wicked cruelty, he pulled back.

His tongue slowed to a lazy, torturous glide, barely grazing my sensitive clit. Inside me, his finger went completely still, resting against my front wall with just enough pressure to remind me what I was missing.

The sudden drop in friction nearly broke me.

"Knox!" I cried out, my hips involuntarily thrusting upward against his still mouth, desperate for the heat. "What are you doing? Don’t stop!"

"Beg me for it, Bookworm," Knox rumbled, his gray eyes blazing with raw possessiveness. "Tell me what you need."

"Please," I sobbed out, my fingers reaching down to grip his wrists. "Please, Knox... I need it, make me come!"

A dark, triumphant smile touched his lips.

"Good girl," he growled.

Knox snapped back with hunger.

His tongue began working my clit in rapid, searing sweeps, while his finger inside curled and flexed against that sensitive ridge in a desperate, fluttering rhythm.

The dam shattered.

A brilliant white flash ripped through my vision. My back arched completely off the mattress, my hands burying into Knox’s dark hair as an earth-shattering orgasm tore through my body from the inside out.

"Knox!" I screamed, the raw, uncontrolled sound echoing into the quiet shadows of his bedroom.

My inner walls clamped down hard on his finger in helpless spasms, squeezing him with rhythmic pulses of heat.

Wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over me, wringing out every ounce of strength until my body was trembling uncontrollably and tears of pure, unadulterated sensation spilled over my lashes.

Knox didn’t pull away.

He knew better than to rub the hypersensitive nerve endings now.

Instead, he sealed his lips over my entire center, gently drawing in the heat to catch the aftershocks, his mouth soothing the ache while his finger rested deep inside me, feeling my body pulse around his knuckle.

"I’ve got you," Knox murmured against my skin. "I’ve got you, baby. Just let it go."

He trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, soothing the trembling muscles while my breathing slowly, raggedly found its rhythm again.

After a long minute of gentle murmurs and slow kisses, Knox slowly slid his finger free, drawing a soft, shuddering sigh from my lips.

He pushed himself up on his knees between my thighs.

His hair was messy, his lips were swollen, and his bare chest heaved with exertion. In the amber light, sweat gleamed across his shoulders and collarbones. He looked breathless and completely wrecked by what we had just shared, yet his eyes shone with quiet, fierce triumph.

I lay across the pillows, my skin flushed a deep rose, completely undone.

Slowly, I lifted my trembling arms toward him, my fingers curling around his broad, warm shoulders.

"Knox," I whispered.

He leaned down, resting his forearms on either side of my head, his gaze sweeping over my face with tender, overwhelming heat. "Yeah, love?"

I pulled him down until his mouth was a breath away from mine. My hand slid down his chest, tracing the hard ridges of his abs past his navel, until my fingers wrapped firmly around the thick, pulsing length straining behind the zipper of his trousers.

Knox sucked in a sharp, jagged hiss through his teeth, his entire muscular frame locking as his head dropped back.

"Your turn, Captain," I whispered against his parted lips. "Take these damn pants off."

A low, raspy chuckle broke from Knox’s chest as his pupils dilated with raw desire. "Bossy, Bennett. I like it."

He caught my mouth in a deep, ravenous kiss, but I didn’t let him distract me. I pulled back just enough to reach for his waist. My trembling fingers worked the silver buckle of his belt, popping the button of his dark trousers and sliding the zipper down.

Knox lifted his hips from the mattress, letting me shove the denim and his dark boxer briefs down his muscular thighs. With a swift kick of his heels, he sent them flying off the edge of the bed onto the floor.

He was completely bare before me. Every cut of his athletic frame was taut with anticipation, and his rigid length... fvck, he was huge.

My breath caught in my throat, my eyes completely locked on him.

He was thick, standing tall against his flat stomach and pulsing with a frantic rhythm in the warm light. A single, glistening drop caught the glow at the dark, swollen tip. The reality of his size made a sharp, sudden heat flare deep between my thighs, my pulse thudding in my ears.

Knox swallowed hard and dug his knuckles into the sheets under the weight of my gaze. His eyes burned into mine as a strained, gravelly rasp escaped his lips. "Bennett... you’re staring."

I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat, slowly lifting my eyes to meet his. A breathless, wicked little smile touched my lips. "I’m just taking it in, Captain."

"Nora..." Knox groaned. "You’re going to kill me."

Instead of pulling him down over me, I shifted forward, moving onto my knees between his parted thighs.

Knox’s breath hitched sharply, his hands instantly coming to rest on my bare shoulders. "Nora... what are you doing?"

I looked up at him through my lashes, a faint, breathless smile touching my lips. "Returning the favor, Sheridan. Did you really think you were the only one who got to play?"

A ragged groan ripped from deep in Knox’s chest. "You don’t have to..."

"I want to," I whispered truthfully.