But I didn’t want that. I wanted him to let go, freefall with me and catch me on the way down.
“Give it to me,” I begged. “Give me everything.”
He kissed my lips, hard. And then his hips wound back, and he pumped into me, water splashing over my chest, the pool edge biting into my back.
“Hold on,” he ordered, a darkness, a heat in his eyes, burning with abandon.
I put my arms to the side, bracing myself against the pool edge as he pounded into me. The pleasure, the pain, it all blended with each stroke of his hips, with each lap of the water spilling over my chest, my arms.
“Knox,” I begged, I gasped, the only thing I was capable of uttering while he consumed every one of my senses.
Sparks ignited in my chest, and I dropped my head back, losing myself in it all.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Eyes on me.” I rolled my head up, seeing the desire in his eyes. “You need to see exactly what you do to me.” He pumped into me. “How you make me lose all control.” He pounded again. “How I’ve been able to think of nothing but you since I saw those blue eyes looking up at me.”
And I saw it all, felt it in every stroke. I thought I was just a plus-size single mom, discarded by her ex. But to this man, I was everything and more.
He was working his way past my every defense, and I didn’t know how to keep myself safe, or even if I wanted to if I had to choose between safety and this. “Knox,” I wept, cradling his face in my hands.
“Larkin.” He dropped his forehead against mine, my name a prayer, a plea, a song on his lips as he shuddered into me, releasing all he had inside me.
I cried out his name, unable to stop myself, to stop the orgasm that wracked through my body until it was all I could do to hold on to him and let the waves fade. I gasped for breath and rested on him, my body limp with the force of it all.
I held on to him, knowing my chances at guarding my heart... were gone.
33
LARKIN
I tiptoedinto Knox’s room early in the morning while the light was still pale outside and the house was quiet with sleep and locked the door behind me. His breath was soft and slow, one arm over his head, the other under the covers, rising and falling with his chest.
I set the monitor on the nightstand, so I’d know if the kids woke up. Lifting the covers up, I curled into Knox’s strong chest. His arms tightened around me, and his lips pressed a sleepy kiss to my forehead. I opened my eyes to look at him, the strong planes of his face, the small ridge in the middle of his nose. His long eyelashes forming a fringe along his closed eyes.
“You’re staring,” he mumbled, holding me tighter.
My lips lifted, and I reached up, brushing my hand over a faint scar on his cheek. “I had to come in here and make sure this is real.”
His eyes drifted open, and he took me in, the room soaked in pale, early morning sunlight. “It’s not.”
My eyebrows drew together. “What?”
He gave me a crooked smile. “I’m just kidding.” He kissed me softly. “It’s better than real—pretty sure I’m living a dream.”
To hear someone, Knox, talking about me like that made my heart melt. I kissed him again, just wanting to feel closer to him. His grip on me tightened, and he shifted his hips, his length hard against me. And now that I knew what it felt like to have him inside me, my body instantly reacted, wanting more.
I brought my hand down, sliding it over his hard stomach and then feeling him through his sweatpants.
He moaned quietly. “Don’t tease me, baby.”
“Who said I was teasing?” I replied, slipping my hand under his waistband to feel his bare erection. I ran my thumb over his tip, feeling the bead of moisture forming there.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, leaning closer, nipping the shell of my ear.
I wanted to drive him just as crazy as he made me. “Feel how wet I am for you.”
He reached his hand between my thick thighs, running his fingers along my slit. “Larkin.” He drew one finger inside me, then two.
I clenched against his hand, making him moan. “Who’s the tease now?” I replied.