Page 71 of Worth the Want
“You said you understood. Arms stay over your head, or I stop taking care of you,” he tells me casually, like my chest isn’t heaving up and down and I’m not gasping for air while soaking through my panties onto his bed.
“Please,” I whine.
“Fuck, you look so pretty when you beg. Do you see what just the sight of you does to me? What your begging does to me?” He palms himself through his shorts, and I bite my lip.
“Show me. I want to see you.” I don’t say please, but everything I say right now implies it. He stands, taking his shorts and briefs off before coming to kneel in front of me again. My mouth hangs open. The thought of him inside me has my pussy clenching.
“I want you, Knox.” Saying it now, I know how true it is. I want to give myself to him fully.
“You have me, honey. You’ve had me for a while.” The way he says the sweetest thing I may have ever heard in my life while he’s slipping his fingers beneath the band of my panties, pulling them down my legs, makes my head swim, and my heart gives a funny kick against my ribs. “Keep those arms up, Indie Baby, and I want to hear you” he murmers. My insides turn molten.
He takes an ankle in each hand, moving my feet up the bed to place them flat against it. I instinctively want to close my legs, but Knox stops me. “Don’t hide from me, Indie. I want to see all of you.” I let my knees fall open, and he groans. “Look at you, Indie. So perfect and wet for me.” He runs his finger through my slick slit. “Can I taste you?”
“You don’t have to ask for what’s yours, Knox.” At my words he leans forward and flattens his tongue against my clit. I nearly scream, fighting to keep my arms over my head.
“That’s right, Indie Baby. Let go. I want you loud for me,” he says before quite literally devouring me. I can’t think, I can barely breathe. I can only feel, and fuck, the things I’m feeling. I never want to stop feeling this.
“Knox, I-I’m…”
“When you come on my tongue, I want my name on yours, Indie. You can scream as loud as you want; no one's out here but us.” At that, I shatter. I’m a million tiny, fragmented pieces, each one screaming his name.
I’m boneless and feel like I’m floating when consciousness comes back to me. Knox is peppering my skin with kisses. “You’re so fucking stunning when you come apart for me,” he whispers over the scar on my shoulder before kissing it and covering my hands with his. He rubs up and down my forearms, massaging. “Flip over, honey.” I smile.
“You know, you keep ordering me around, and I’m going to think I have a daddy kink.” The startled laugh that comes out of Knox delights me. “Or maybe it’s just you,” I whisper.
“It better be just me,” he growls playfully, turning me over to my stomach. I giggle, and he smacks my ass before kneading it. I moan as he walks his hands up my back to my shoulders,then runs his fingers the lengths of my arms and back up, giving me shivers.
“Knox?”
“Hmm…?”
“How are you so good at this?”
He chuckles, continuing his exploration of my body. “I wasn’t aware that I was.”
“If you could see my face right now, you would see the eye roll. I doubt I’m the first woman to tell you that.”
“Indie, you’re the first woman I’ve been with in over three years, and if I’m honest, there isn't a trail of women before that.” That surprises me.
“You mean to tell me that you havethatface and body, combined with your charm and wit, and you weren’t a heartbreaker? I think that makes you more unbelievable.”
He laughs again, kissing my shoulder. I turn over underneath him, wanting to look at him. To see his face. I reach up and push his hair from his face. “You’re special, Knox. You and Hazel. You’re really special to me.” My orgasm may have lowered my inhibitions, but it’s exactly how I feel.
“You’re rare, Indie. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to feel what I do for you. I don’t remember the last time I wanted anything. I’ve neverwantedanyone. Not like this. Not like I want you,” he tells me tenderly, leaning into my palm.
Air catches in my throat. The realization that I’m about to have sex for the first time, and it’s withhim.My body tenses, not because I don’t want this. This isallI want. Him with me.Insideme. I want him to know, but I don’t know what his reaction will be to a twenty-seven-year-old virgin. What sort of expectations he might think I have. My vision blurs.Shit, shit, shit.
“Hey, Indie, are you alright? We don’t have to?—”
“No, no. I’m sorry. I want to. Holy fucking shit, Knox. I really want to, I’m just-it’s-I—”I cannot form a complete sentence.My mind is racing when all I want is to be here in this moment with him.
“Slow down, Indie,” he whispers. Running his hands up the sides of my arms, squeezing them in his hands as he goes. He leans forward, kissing my temple where a tear has escaped. Then my cheek, my neck, my nose. All while squeezing my arms. “Tell me what you need, Honey.”
“This. You. Touching me like this. Keep me here.” My words come out rushed, but he hears me. Listens. He kisses a path across my chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His fingertips run up and down the inside of my thighs, making me buck against him. I’m half delirious at the feel of his hands on me; I can’t imagine what he’ll feel like inside.
“Knox,” I rasp.
“Indie,” he murmurs against the skin above my navel.
