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I whimper when he pulls my lower lip between his teeth to nip at me, and the noise breaks the breathless, silent spell between us.

“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now,” he pants, grinding his hips against me. Something hard has appeared there, pressing against me eagerly. “Are you wet, Angel? I bet your pussy would take me so easily if I fucked into it.”

“Oh!” I gasp as he dips his hot mouth to my neck, running open-mouthed kisses over my skin and sending a rush of heat to my already throbbing center.

“It’s been so long, baby,” he growls, tracing his hips over the shell of my ear. “It’s been so long since I’ve wanted to touch anyone. I want you, Lara. Tell me I can fuck your tight pussy. That I don’t have to imagine thrusting my bare cock into your aching little cunt any longer.”

Lust crawls into my belly, his words sending tremors through my body. His words are unhinged, his voice ragged with desperation, but I feel exactly the same. I want the same relief from this tension and I want it from him and him alone.

I must take too long to respond because Knox’s hands drop to my aching breasts. I keen and arch my back when his knuckles brush over my nipples through the rough material of his shirt.

“I… oh, god!” I moan as he cups my breasts with hands, his thumbs driving me into madness.

“Please Angel,” he says breathlessly. “I need to be inside of you. Let me kiss and worship your body, make you feel good.”

“Please,” I plead, my nerves fried with need.

Knox drags his hand up under the shirt, panting as he slips a finger past the elastic edging of my panties.

“Fuck, little girl,” he curses when he feels how wet I’ve become. I flush at being found out. There’s no hiding how much I want him any longer. “You’re dripping all over my fingers.”

When he tries to slip a finger inside me, I whimper, the intrusion unfamiliar and maybe even a little uncomfortable. Knox quickly draws his hand away, his eyes shooting to mine in shock.

“You’re a virgin?” he gapes at me.

His eyes lock with mine. I’d thought that my inexperience would be disappointing, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. In fact, he looks even more eager than before.

“I’ve—um—I’ve never … yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he says, his voice thick with want. “I could have hurt you.”

“I know but … I wantyou. I want to give myself to you. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” he says as he gentle rubs his finger through the folds of my center, watching my reaction to the touch. “I can give you anything you want. What do you need?”

It’s unreal. I’ve stayed a virgin this long because I always wanted to share my first time with a man I was in love with. With Knox, the attraction was immediate, but it’s already more than that. I’m obsessed with him, with his touch, with the way he looks when light hits him at different angles. I want to keep this memory with me, not just in my heart, but on canvas too.

“I want to paint you.”

Chapter 4

Knox

I am well and truly fucked.

There is no way in hell my cock is going to behave with Lara staring intently like that. But I made her a promise that I would do anything she wanted, and she’s holding me to it.

So now I’m posed in my workshop, naked as the day I was born, letting her paint me as I sit surrounded by different my works in progress.

She’s perched on the small stool I got her, gaze shifting from me to the canvas in front of her as her fingers move across it expertly. I can’t take my eyes off her, too engrossed by watching her work.

Every time I look at her, I see something new. I’ve thought of nothing else but her since my day began. Hell, maybe even longer than that. The moment she passed out last night, I was preoccupied with making sure he got the best rest possibly. I probably didn’t need to worry so much, because she didn’t even stir when I carried her up to my bed. She spent the entire night sleeping soundly, Bear cuddled up next to her as I watched from a chair in the corner, making sure she wanted for nothing as she rested. At some point I drifted off, and when I woke up, she was still there. It wasn’t a dream like I thought it might be.

Leaving her in bed was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I had to make myself do something else before I did something stupid.

And then she came out to my workshop, that beautiful body of hers wrapped up in an old shirt of mine I’d forgotten to put away. Maybe it was stupid making a move on her, but it was worth it if it led to getting to watch her in her element.

“Do you live here alone?” Lara suddenly asks, making me snap back to attention. She bites into her lower lip when she looks up to meet my gaze. It’s all I can do not to throw myself across the room to take her into my arms.

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