Page 55 of Pick Me
In fact, as I upended my toiletry bag with shaking hands to get at the supplies I’d stashed there, I decided there were definite compensations to fucking a man with good planning skills.
After a quick, unsuccessful glance in the bathroom mirror to make sure I didn’t look like a crazy person—I did, I definitely did, so I had to hope that slightly crazed look turned him on—I grabbed the condoms and lube and raced back to the bed in time to see Knox kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks.
Why did that turn me on so much? I wasn’t a foot fetishist. Or maybe I was. Could I have suddenly become a foot fetishist because of Knox Sunday?
“Get over here,” he grumbled. “On the bed. Shoes off.”
In my haste to comply, I accidentally shot one of my shoes at the hotel room door with a loud thud while the other tumbled into the bathroom. When Knox’s low laugh hit my ears, I didn’t even care. Part of me felt like he was going to change his mind at any minute, put his hands on his hips, and lecture me about being too old for me or too responsible to allow this breach in proper coworker behavior.
“Clothes off,” I said breathlessly, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. “Nakedness. Nakedness is happening in here. Get naked. That’s on my list.”
Knox stopped his own strip show to lift an eyebrow at me. “I don’t understand, Goodman. You want me to get dressed? Is that what you’re saying? Put onmoreclothes?”
Was he actually trying to joke? How could he possibly be so calm right now?
I stopped and glared at him. “Ha, ha. Not funny.Strip.”
He grinned, andGodhe was so fucking sexy. My stomach swirled with a nervous kind of excitement, the way it did when I visited one of those parking lot fairs they used to set up over in Sarasota, where you couldn’t be sure if the rides were safe or not. When you took your seat, you were either in for some fun or horrible, fatal injuries. Either way, it was going to be a wild ride.
My hands fumbled frantically at my buttons, but Knox stepped over and grabbed them firmly in his grip. “Stop.”
I looked up at him. “I don’t want to. That… that’s the exact opposite of what I want. I’ve been waiting so long. Please don’t make me stop.” My pleas came out in a whisper, as if I was afraid to even acknowledge my biggest fear coming true.
Knox’s hands released mine so they could slide into the sides of my hair and tilt my face to his. “I need you to take a breath, baby. Calm down.”
Oh my fucking God. If he wanted me calm, he couldnotthrow out the casualbabies. But I couldn’t make my lips form words to say that.
“I want you, too,” Knox continued. “This is happening. Don’t rush it. I want to take my time with you, alright?” He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly across my cheek before they landed against the shell of my ear. “Savor you. Taste every inch of you.”
“Oh God,” I breathed. “Yeah. Yes. That’s better than my naked-now plan.”
I felt his smile in the tightening of his cheek, but his voice was firm when he instructed, “Get on the bed.”
“Mmhm.” It was hard to get on the bed when I was a puddle of sticky syrup on the floor, but somehow, I made it. I crawled to the center to lie like a starfish on the smooth sheets.Breathe, I reminded myself.
Knox watched me with laser eyes as he continued slowly undressing himself. My chest heaved up and down with anticipation, and my dick throbbed in my pants. I’d never wanted anything more than this man. In fact, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything as much as Knox Sunday.
I was so fucked.
“Take off your clothes, Goodman.”
My eyes slid closed as the sound of my name on his tongue did things to my dick. How could someone make my last name sound dirty like that? I hadn’t even told him the dirty talk part of my list, but somehow, he’d known anyway.
I pulled my shirt slowly up my stomach, feeling the soft stroke of my own fingers across the bare skin of my abs.
The sound of Knox’s sharp indrawn breath made me blink my eyes open again. Heat shot between us, and I closed my eyes and groaned as I continued pulling my shirt up my chest and over my head.
“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Knox’s voice was rough, and his words were unexpected. After all this time of teasing him, of watching him ignore me and act like he didn’t give a shit about me or my body, I was overwhelmed by his response to me.
“Why now?” I asked, unable to hold back. As soon as the question was out of my mouth, I regretted it. “I mean, no big. It’s fine. I’m not… that’s not… never mind. Let’s talk about other things. Dick things. As in, I’d like to see yours. Now, please. If it’s not too much trouble.”
My voice sounded shaky and unsure. I hated feeling this way. As if this mattered. As if his reaction to me mattered. I’d had sex with plenty of men. I was the king of casual sex. Emperor of hookups. This should have been no big deal.
So why was I wound up tighter than I’d ever been before? My body felt like one touch from Knox Sunday would set absolutely every fucking skin cell alight.
His eyes narrowed as he dropped his shirt on the ground. “Because I didn’t want anyone else at that party to have you.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
