Page 44 of Pick Your Spot

While she played with his hair, he slipped his hands under her t-shirt and brushed his fingers over her bra. Her nipples tightened under his touch, and he growled into her mouth.

The bra didn’t have a front closure, so he played with her breasts through the material, enjoying her varied reactions to his touch. Her sighs, purrs, moans. “Intoxicating.” He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it was true.

Thea pressed her core into him again, and he sucked in deep breaths to maintain his control. He wasn’t rushing this, wasn’t rushing her.

Even if he lost his damn mind first.

Thea’s hand drifted over his sweatshirt and then beneath. Her touch was like fire, forcing him to hiss in a gulp of air.

She smiled into their kiss and ran her fingers over his chest and stomach, the delicate touch making him nuts. She thumped her head back against the tree. “I want to see you.”

Hell, yeah.

Keeping his lips on hers, he lowered her slowly to the ground. When her feet were steady, he ran his fingers along that strip of skin and then dipped below the denim.

Thea’s hands switched to grab his biceps as if she needed to hang onto him. He slipped the button free on her jeans and dipped his fingers lower.

He slid the zipper down and traced his fingers over her panties. Soft cotton that he wanted to rip away. Instead, he dropped to a squat.

Eye-level with heaven that was hidden by that denim. Not for long.

Knox kissed her belly as he eased the jeans over her hips and down to her knees. It took more than a moment to undo her work boots and he cursed making her laugh again. “Hurry, Knox. Hurry.”

He could do that.

In exact opposition to her demands to hurry, Knox undid her work boots and slid down her jeans, stopping to kiss and caress every inch of skin he exposed.

She didn’t have a single complaint. Not when the sexiest man she’d ever met was treating her like a precious gift. She’d never felt precious before, and it was heady.

Knox tapped her foot. “Lift.”

The word rumbled across her skin, and she barely managed to comply. He repeated the order for her other leg and soon she was free of the boots and the jeans.

Knox kissed his way back up her legs. When he reached her panties, he groaned and kissed her right through them, making her knees weaken.

He tightened his hold on her hips. “Steady, Thea.”

Then his mouth was on her, and his hands were on her breasts. Too many layers between them. She shoved at his t-shirt and sweatshirt, trying to get to skin.

With another of those growls that she loved, he leaned back far enough to yank both pieces of clothing off in one move.

His chest was a glorious expanse of muscles. The man was fit, probably from his army training. He was gorgeous, and she needed to taste.

He hissed out another curse when her lips brushed over his chest. She explored his body while he played with her hair and teased her breasts.

“Your turn.” He helped her ease off her t-shirt and then unsnapped her bra and slipped it off as well.

With another growly curse, he cupped her breasts and then leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth. She thumped back into the tree as the sensations rolled through her. This. This was what her life had been missing. The joy, these sensations. The connection.

Knox moved his mouth back to hers, and she reached down to undo his jeans.

While he kissed the breath out of her, she opened his jeans and lowered them and the boxer briefs he wore. When she put her hand on his erection, he broke off the kiss and dropped his head back. His breathing was harsh and choppy.

Power rushed through her, and she ran her fingers softly up and down his length, enjoying his reactions.

“You’re going to kill me, Thea. Kill me dead before I even get inside you.”

“I certainly hope not. I’m looking forward to that part.”

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