Page 62 of Captured Love

“Going with the flow sounds less stressful,” I admit. “Though I'm still curious about those graphs.”

“They're impressive,” he says, his lips dangerously close to mine. “But I think you'd be more interested in the practical applications.”

“You make it sound like you're teaching a class,” I tease, though my voice is softer now.

“Maybe I just want an excuse to do some hands-on learning,” he whispers as he draws his face closer to mine.

Our lips brush, but this kiss is slower, more deliberate. It’s not as desperate as the one from earlier, and I can see that he’s living up to his promise to take our time. My fingers end up in his hair, tugging slightly on the strands, and he responds with a gentle pressure against my hips.

Knox’s hands begin to wander, tracing lazy patterns on my lower back. Every touch sparks like static electricity, making me hyperaware of every inch of skin he comes into contact with. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and play there for a moment, tossing a hint my way of where he wants the item to end up. I break our kiss long enough to pull the fabric over my head and toss it aside.

He takes me in, his gaze lingering on my breasts that are now only covered by a plum-colored bra. I try to read his mind, to see if he’s judging or simply admiring, but before I can psych myself out, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the center of my chest, right where my heart is pounding its loudest.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

I’m about to thank him when he flips us over gently. Now I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s hovering above me, propped up on one arm. His free hand trails down my chest, then my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my jeans. He looks upat me, seeking permission, waiting for a sign that I’m still with him. He’s making sure that I still want this.

I nod, and he unbuttons my jeans slowly. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s doing this to torture me. He tugs them down, and I lift my hips to help. The denim slides off and joins my shirt on the floor.

Knox’s eyes never leave mine as he moves his head and drops a couple of kisses on my neck. Those must have been precursors to the real thing because it’s as if a light switch goes off in his mind. Or the patience he has weakens a little because the intensity is kicked up several notches. And when he finds a particular sensitive spot on my neck, I find myself moaning before my brain even processes that I’m doing so.

The sound of my own voice startles me, but it seems as if it’s music to his ears. Knox’s kisses grow hungrier, his hands move to play with my bra straps. He shifts his head so that he can kiss the tops of my breasts that are now spilling out of the cups and while I might have been more insecure about this before, the thought doesn’t cross my mind. I’m too busy enjoying myself and he seems to be too.

I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, in an effort to convince him where all of his attention should be at the present moment. He gets the hint and bites down gently, then soothes the spot with his tongue. A rush of heat flies through me, and I can feel the dampness growing between my legs although he hasn’t discovered it yet. My hands grip his shoulders because I need something, anything to hang on to.

“Knox,” I whisper, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to say next. Maybe to tell him to slow down again, or maybe to hurry up. I’m torn between wanting this to last forever and needing him right now.

He pauses and looks up at me and I can see the concern in his eyes. “Yeah?”

I take a deep breath. “Just… please don't stop.”

A relieved smile spreads across his face. “Wouldn't dream of it. And I love hearing the word please fall from your lips like that.”

I’m wiggling underneath him for a split second before I come to a stop. “What do you mean?”

He sits up and pulls off his shirt in one fluid motion. “Hearing you say it all…breathy-like is hot as fuck.”

“I’m happy to be of service.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m happy to?—”

My eyes widen slightly when Knox’s eyes narrow because he knows damn well that I know what he wants me to repeat. It turns me on even more.

“Please, Knox. I want you to show me all of those hands-on techniques. For demonstration purposes only.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. His hands are on me again, one sliding around to unhook my bra with an expert flick, the other cupping my breast as the fabric falls away. I lean into him and his touch because I’m absolutely desperate for more.

His thumb circles my nipple while his mouth leaves kisses along my collarbone. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in everything that is him.

I arch my back as he takes my nipple between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. My hips instinctively move against him because I’m ready for more, but I also don’t want to rush. What a cycle to be in.

And that’s before he looks up at me and puts my nipple in his mouth. A groan falls from my lips as he alternates between licking and sucking.

I find myself biting my lower lip to keep from crying out again, but I don’t know how long that is going to last.

Knox switches to the other breast, giving it the same tender yet urgent attention. My skin feels as if it’s on fire, and I’m loving every second of it. There’s no way that Knox isn’t affected by this too because I can feel how hard his cock is against me.

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