Page 43 of Pucking Knox
Her smile turns wicked. "Think you can?"
No. Probably not. But god, what a way to drown.
Chapter 17
The beach house feels like a dream.
I wake to sunlight streaming through French doors and the memory of Knox's hands on my skin. Two days into our two-week deal, and everything feels possible here – away from campaigns and scouts and everyone's expectations.
"Morning." Ace's voice carries from the kitchen. "Sleep well?"
If he only knew. Knox had snuck into my room last night, spending hours teaching me exactly what his mouth could do before disappearing like a dream.
"Great," I manage, trying not to blush. "Where's Knox?"
"Running on the beach." Ace slides me coffee. "You two seem... intense lately."
I hide my smile in my mug. "Do we?"
"Just... be careful, okay? Knox is—"
"Your best friend?" I cut him off. "The guy who always has your back? The one who—"
"The guy who's never been in love before." Ace's voice gets serious. "Which means he doesn't know how not to screw it up."
Before I can process that, Knox appears in the doorway, shirtless and sweaty from his run. My mouth goes dry.
"Morning." His eyes lock on mine, heat flickering in them. "Sleep okay?"
"Perfect." I bite my lip, watching his eyes track the movement. "Really... good sleep."
Ace groans. "I'm going to town. Try not to do anything disgusting while I'm gone."
"Too late," I mutter into my coffee, making Knox choke on his.
The moment Ace's car disappears, Knox has me pressed against the kitchen counter. His hands slide under my sleep shirt. "Everyone thinks you’re so innocent, but you’re really not."
I shake my head. "I’m really not." I arch into his touch. "I’m counting down the days. It’s thirteen days now."
His mouth cuts me off, hot and demanding. I sink into it, loving how he surrounds me – the solid warmth of his chest, the familiar smell of sweat and ocean air.
"Shower," he growls against my lips. "Now."
We barely make it upstairs, leaving clothes scattered across the hallway. The shower is huge, steam filling the air as Knox presses me against cool tiles.
"Fuck," he murmurs, hands mapping my skin. "You’re so fucking beautiful."
He turns me around and looks at me from behind. His noise sends chills down my spine. I wonder if he likes what he sees. And then he’s pressing his hard dick against my ass while he whispers in my ear, "You have no fucking idea what I want to do to you right now."
"What are you waiting for?" I ask, pushing my ass against his dick.
"Thirteen days," he whispers. Then his fingers are at my entrance. "For now I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. It won’t break your cherry, baby. I promise."
He slowly inserts a finger as he moans into my ear. "Holy fuck. In thirteen days, this is going to be my dick."
I push my ass out so he can go deeper. His finger feels so fucking good. He slowly pushes in and out and the sensation is making me moan. If this feels this good, I can’t imagine what his dick will feel like.
"Kennedy," he growls. "You’re so fucking tight. When this is my dick, I don’t think you’ll be able to walk."
