Page 202 of The Perfect Spiral
I climb down from his lap and sit in the seat next to him, pullingmy dress down and adjusting his jacket around my shoulders.
“Damn right I would lock you in your room, Alex! I don’t want any other guy seeing that!”
“That? Wow, okay then. I didn’t realize you were so disgusted by it—”
“Alex! Stop. I’m not disgusted by it. Does this look like I’m disgusted by you?” He points to the prominent bulge in his pants just as the car stops outside his condo complex. The door opens and the seats are pulled forward for us to get out. Knox steps out first and holds his hand out for me, which I ignore. It feels like déjà vu from that night out again.
I grab my heels and take off his jacket, shoving it back at him. “Here, take it! I don’t want it.” I storm off toward the entrance of the condo.
I hear his footsteps close behind me. I push the door open, wave to the receptionist, and jog over to the elevator, pressing the button.
Get me to bed, now! I chant in my head. He drapes his jacket over my shoulders again, knowing I’m cold but too stubborn to admit it. I take it off and hand it back to him.
The elevator dings and we step in. I lean against the wall, looking down at my bare, dirty feet. He stands next to me and sighs. I know he’s looking at me, but I’m too annoyed to care.
When we reach his floor, we step out and head toward the door. But he doesn’t open it. He just stands there with his hands in his pockets and his jacket slung over an arm.
“Open it,” I demand quietly.
“Not until you look at me.”
“No, just open the damn door, Knox! I’m tired of this.”
“Alex, look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. I surrender to his demand, and the moment our eyes meet, his lips are on mine again, our kisses feverish and desperate. He lifts me into his arms, and I hear the soft beep of the keycard and the door opening.
Our kisses are intense, fast, and I’m drenched with desire. I can’t help but grind against him, seeking that sweet friction that promises pleasure.
God, I can’t control myself.
He kicks the door shut behind us, his jacket discarded somewhere in the room. My clutch follows suit, tossed carelessly aside. I don’t care about anything but him.
I yank off his bow tie, tossing it into the chaos. Clothes are flying everywhere as he carries me to his bedroom.
He lays me gently on the bed, his body pressing against mine. I can feel the hard planes of his abs through his shirt and my dress, and I start to unbutton his shirt, eager to see his bare chest. His hands find the zipper at the back of my dress, pulling it down slowly, pausing our heated kisses. He looks at me, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs before his lips are on mine again, this time with a gentleness that takes me by surprise.
As the fabric of my dress loosens around my back and shoulders, he slides the strap down my arm, revealing my bra. He pauses, his gaze lingering on the sight, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, Alex. I can’t control myself around you,” he confesses, his eyes drinking me in.
“Then don’t,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I canthink. His eyes meet mine, filled with an emotion I can’t quite decipher. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his bare chest.
He’s sitting up, hovering over me, and I reach for his belt, pulling him back down to me. My hands explore his skin, our breath hitching in unison. I let my hands roam over his bare chest and abs.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I respond by unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside. I don’t care about anything but him. All of him.
I nod, and he starts to kiss my neck, pulling my dress down past my hips until it’s completely off. I’m exposed, but my bra still covers my breasts.
With a swift, practiced move, he unclips my bra, and I can’t help but smile into his shoulder as he continues to kiss my neck.
“Practice makes perfect, huh?” I tease, making him laugh. He removes my bra, sitting up to take in the sight of me.
I’m completely naked. In Knox Carter’s bed.
“God, you’re so beautiful, baby doll,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. His hands start to explore my body, starting at my thigh.
He licks his lips, pausing for a moment. I sit up, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down. He slips them off, laying me back down to kiss me.
His bare chest presses against mine, and we both moan at the contact.
