Page 4 of Captured Love

So my act has been working. However, I decide to flip the script back on him because I hadn’t planned on admitting this anyway. “This doesn’t make you feel similarly?”

Knox takes a deep breath, and for a moment I think he's going to deny it in an effort to play it cool. Dread rises up my spine as I wait for his next move.

“Maybe,” he admits softly.

That confession swirls around us, making everything feel more real, more dangerous. This is not what I expected. I thought it would be simple: come here, fuck, and leave. But now I'm starting to see that this might not be that simple.

He steps back and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in that way that makes him look even more attractive, if that’s possible.

“Look,” he starts, “I don't want to fuck this up before it even starts. We can take our time.”

Take our time? Does he mean he wants something longer than just tonight? The thought both excites and terrifies me. Not to mention, why did that pop into my head?

In an effort to stop overanalyzing, my gaze drifts back to his. I can see in his eyes the moment the dam breaks. He closes the gap between us within a second and his hands land on my cheeks, pulling me toward him.

Our lips meet and it's like nothing else matters. The kiss is hungry, desperate, as if we're both trying to consume the other in one breath. My hands find his waist and I pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me. His body is strong and hard, just like I imagined.

He breaks the kiss first, but keeps his forehead pressed against mine. We're both breathing heavily, our chests rising and falling in unison.

“Selene,” he says as he takes in a rugged breath. “If you change your mind at any point, just tell me.”

I don't trust myself to speak, so I nod. He captures my lips again, this time slower, more deliberately. It's as if he's memorizing every detail about them. A shiver runs through me, and I clutch at his shirt, bunching the fabric in my fists.

Knox's hands slide down my neck, my shoulders, then trace the outline of my waist. He finds the hem of my shirt and pauses, as if asking for permission. I lift my arms, and he pulls it over myhead in one fluid motion. The cool air in his room hits my skin and I stop myself from shaking like a leaf. I already feel as if I’ve bared my soul to him and we are just getting started. He takes a small step back to give himself room to pull down my leggings, and soon I’m pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.

The urge to cover my body is real. Although I still have my underwear on, I feel completely exposed. It’s as if he can see every curve, every bit of cellulite that I want to wish away.

Knox's eyes trail over my body, taking in every inch with a slowness that makes my skin prickle. He doesn't move, doesn't reach for me. He lets out a shaky breath before he says, “Holy fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

I freeze in place at his words. It’s the last thing I think that Mr. Bad Boy Knox Sanchez would utter, but since I decided to take him up on his offer to ‘show me a good time’ I feel as if I've been having an out of body experience.

None of this feels real—the way he's touching me, the way he's looking at me. This was supposed to be a simple fling, an easy distraction from everything else in my life. But now there's a dangerous tenderness in the way he’s handling me, like I’m something that could easily break.

Hell, maybe that’s true, but that’s not what I need to be focusing on right now.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I whisper, more to myself.

“I never do,” he replies, his eyes searching mine.

Before I can process his words, he pulls me closer to him and bends down to kiss my neck. I swear a jolt of electricity flies through my body. My hands tangle in his hair as he works his way down to my collarbone. Every touch feels like it's setting me on fire. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with a skill that speaks volumes about his experience. It slides off myshoulders and he catches it before letting it drop to the floor gently.

I expect him to dive in, to take what he wants like the cocky bad boy he's supposed to be. But instead, he just looks at me, taking in every detail with an intensity that makes me squirm. I was already feeling self-conscious about my curves before I came here, but now I swear it’s increased tenfold.

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when he lifts me and carries me to the bed with an ease that makes my heart race even faster. Laying me down gently, he stands over me and removes his shirt. His torso is chiseled, each muscle defined like a work of art. He unbuckles his belt, and I prepare myself for what's coming next, but he pauses.

“Do you want this?” Knox’s voice is just above a whisper, and it almost sounds like he’s barely controlling himself.

He’s giving me another out. I could still leave and save myself from whatever complicated mess this might turn into. But we both know I won’t.

“Yes,” I say, more sure now than just a few short minutes ago. “I definitely want this.”

He nods, as if he's just convinced himself of something, then kneels on the bed beside me. His hands are gentle as they run up my thighs, stopping just short of where my body wants him most. He leans down and kisses my stomach, my ribs, then moves to one breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes my lips before I can stop myself, and he switches to the other with a deliberate tenderness that has my body moving involuntarily.

Just when I think I can't take any more of his teasing, his hand slides between my legs, over my panties. He applies the lightest pressure and it’s enough to make me gasp.

“You’re leaking through your panties already, picosita. You couldn’t deny how much you wanted me if you tried.”

I heard what he said, yet it was as if the words missed my brain completely. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for a response from me, but there was no way I was going to be able to respond. To say he’s left me speechless is an understatement.

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