Page 59 of His Wild Storm
It doesn’t help.
“But you can’t sleep,” he surmises.
I shake my head slowly while my gaze stays locked with his. The raw hunger on his face has my nipples pebbling and my skin heating. I want his hands all over me.
The question is—am I brave enough to ask for what I need?
“No,” I rasp, “I can’t sleep.”
“My door is always open to you and whatever you need Haven,” there is a weight to his words. “My room is your room. My bed is your bed.”
I step closer to the edge of his bed and decide to be brave. “I need more than to climb into your bed.”
Knox’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. Even though my words are suggestive, he waits. I’m not sure if he wants me to be clear so there’s no room for misunderstanding or if he’s just shocked. Even while we’ve been taking it slow, I’ve been holding myself back from him.
No more.
“I’ve been in the guest room, pretending to try and sleep, but my body has been buzzing and begging me to come in here. It doesn’t feel right in that room, as lovely as it is.”
Knox’s eyes go wide with my words and his hands clench into fists tight enough that his knuckles start to turn white. He wants to reach for me, but he holds himself back and I can’t really blame him. He’s been so careful to go at my speed, to match my pace.
But I’m done waiting. It’s time to put myself and my needs ahead of my trauma and my past.
“I need you Knox. Not just your bed. You,” I emphasize the word as my gaze roams over him. Taking a huge fucking chance, I climb onto the bed and scoot up his body until I’m straddling his hips, and our mouths are close enough to share the air we’re breathing. “I want all of you Knox and I want to give myself to you. I’m not waiting anymore.”
“Do you know what you’re saying?” His voice is thick and strained. “Do you know what you’re asking?”
“I know,” I promise. “I know there is no going back and I don’t want to. I only want to go forward,” my voice drops to a whisper, “with you.”
“Fuck, little storm,” he groans.
And then his hands are on me. He grips my hips, the heat of his skin burning through the thin nightgown I’m wearing. It’s not sexy with lace, straps, and support. It’s cotton and functional but Knox doesn’t seem to mind. The way he grips me and holds me in place grounds me, and allows my thoughts to clear for a moment, no longer overcome with lust. But that doesn’t make me want him any less.
I reach down and grip the bottom of my nightgown which had ridden up my thighs to the point of indecency. It makes it easier to pull off.
Knox is looking at me like I’m a beautiful treasure he covets and desires to keep safe. It’s everything I’ve never been brave enough to dream about.
After pulling my nightgown up and off, I let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Knox’s jaw falls open as he takes in my body covered in only a pair of simple cotton panties. As much as I would love some fancy underwear, it hasn’t been a priority for me the way survival was.
“You’re fucking stunning, Haven,” he growls.
His hands slide up my torso from my hips until he’s cupping my breasts. When his thumbs run over my already hard nipples, I grind down against the obvious bulge underneath me. I’m not sure what he’s wearing, but with his clothing and the comforter there are far too many layers of fabric between us. I ache to feel his skin against mine.
“Please,” I mewl, unsure what I’m even asking for.
“Do you need me to show you how good I can make you feel, Haven?” There’s something dark and delicious in his voice, something that has my body straining to get even closer to him as I nod eagerly. He chuckles, but the sound isn’t like his normal laugh, this is smokey and filled with lust. “By the time you fall asleep in my arms,” he promises, “you’ll be ruined for anyone but me.”
“I already am,” I gasp as he pinches my nipples and my back arches to push my breasts deeper into his touch.
Knox smirks and then rolls me underneath him while kicking the comforter away from his legs. His body, which is much larger than mine, looms over me. I suck in a breath and wait for fear to overtake me. When it doesn’t happen, I relax back into the bed and into this. Into him.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath like he’s smelling me. I can’t say I blame him as I’m enveloped in his cedar and smoke scent. It’s fucking intoxicating and makes my pussy clench around nothing. Getting turned on by how good he smells is a new one for me, but, then again, so much of being with Knox is new to me.
Is this how it’s supposed to be? I have no idea, but I’m not complaining. Will it always be like this? I hope so and I’m looking forward to finding out.
I love the weight of him against me. It makes me feel safe and secure instead of trapped and out of control. My legs wrap around his hips as my fingers curl around the back of his neck and play with the short hair there. The way he shivers because of my touch is everything.
“Last chance to back out,” he pushes past his lips, his jaw clenched, and the muscles of his neck strained while he holds himself back.
