Page 36 of Pucking Knox
"Time is it?" he mumbles into my hair.
"Late." I trace the lines of his chest through his shirt. "Or early."
His breath catches when my hand wanders lower. "Kennedy."
"I want you." The darkness makes me brave. "All of you."
His whole body tenses. "Princess..."
"I'm ready." I push up on one elbow to look at him. "I've been ready."
"Not like this." But his voice is strained as my fingers find skin under his shirt. "Not when we just—"
I silence him with a kiss. Not our usual heated exchanges, but something slower. Deeper. His response is immediate, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slides under his jersey I'm wearing.
"Fuck," he breathes against my mouth. "You're trying to kill me."
"I'm trying to love you."
The words slip out before I can stop them. Knox goes still beneath me.
"Kennedy—"
"No, listen." I press my hand over his heart. "I know you're scared. I know there are a million reasons why this is complicated. But right now? It's just us. No campaign, no draft, no expectations. Just you and me."
His eyes are almost black in the darkness. "You deserve better than a dorm room quickie."
"I deserve what I want." I kiss him again, letting all my need pour into it. "And I want you."
He groans, flipping us so I'm under him. "Not all the way. Not yet."
"Knox—"
"But," his mouth finds my neck, "I can think of other ways to make you feel good."
What follows is a revelation.
Knox Thompson might not be ready to take my virginity, but he seems determined to teach me everything else. His hands andmouth map my body like he's learning a new play, finding spots that make me gasp and arch and beg.
When I try to touch him back, he pins my wrists above my head.
"Tonight is about you," he growls. "Let me take care of you."
So I do.
I let him strip me slowly, reverently. Let him worship every inch of newly exposed skin. Let him show me exactly what that wicked mouth can do when he's not holding back.
When I finally fall apart, his name is a prayer on my lips.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, kissing his way back up my body. "So fucking beautiful."
I reach for his jeans but he catches my hand.
"Knox," I plead.
"Baby," he kisses my palm.
"I really want to." I say, licking my lips. I push my luck again, reaching for him. "I want to feel how hard you are." I rub him through his jeans. The bulge ignites another desire in me. "Tell me what you want. I want to please you."
