Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
He groans at the feel of my hands on him, his lips finding mine again in a kiss that’s rougher this time, more desperate. His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly as he presses me harder against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist, and I gasp as I feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me.
The heat in the room is stifling now, a mix of the forge fire and the blaze between us. But I don’t care. All I can think about is Knox, the way he’s holding me, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
Our clothes come off in a blur of movement, discarded without a second thought, and then it’s just skin on skin. The first touch of his fingers against my pussy is slow, deliberate, but it’s enough to make me gasp, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him.
“Knox,” I breathe, my voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
He growls low in his throat, his grip on my hips tightening as he starts to move his palm faster, harder. The energy between us is frantic, our bodies moving in sync as we give in to the passion that’s been building for weeks.
“Petal,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. The nickname sends a rush of warmth through me, and I know it means more than just a word. It’s his way of telling me that I matter, that I’m different.
That I’m his.
The thought makes my heart swell, and I pull him closer, my lips finding his again in a kiss that’s softer this time, more tender. The passion between us is still there, burning bright, but now it’s mixed with something deeper—something that feels like the beginning of something real.
“I love every sexy, curvy inch of you. Anyone who’s ever made you feel different is a blind asshole.”
“You’re too sweet.” I gasp into the air between us.
"And I plan on showering you with all the compliments until you agree to be mine." His cocky grin wraps like barbed wire around my hopeful heart. Is he serious? I've never known a man as straightforward with his intentions as Knox is. The usual back and forth game that most men seem to enjoy doesn't even register with him. The warmth in his eyes is so open and caring, he’s the most incredible man I've ever met.
"You’re such a charmer.”
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll kiss that cocky smile right off your lips.”
"You wouldn't–”
"Make no mistake," he leans across the table, "I plan on kissing more than just the smile off your lips." And then he presses his lips to mine, soft and tender at first before pulling away. "All the weeks without you have been like walking around in hell and trying to act normal about it."
"Knox, I..."
"Tell me." He tips my chin to meet his.
"I–" Insecurity ripples through my voice.
"Petal." He holds me closer. "Never, ever will there be a day when my head isn't consumed with you. I want to know how you’re feeling about anything and everything. Don’t ever hold back with me." He kisses me again, his hands crawling up my torso and snaking around my curves until I am pressed firmly against him. "You keep me up at night thinking about all the ways I can make you breathless and begging for me, how I can please you and make you laugh and you don't even realize it."
"B-begging?"
He comes around the table, pulling me up as his grin widens. "Hell yes, begging."
His hand drops to my waist then. "Do you need me to show you how much I think about you?"
I ache and moan, desperate for his touch everywhere.
"That's it, sweet girl, begging already." He works his fingers quicker against my hot core. I clutch at his shoulders, grinding deeper into his palm as my body grows more frenzied for the impending release.
"I love the scent of you when you're turned on." He grits, as one hand adjusts his hard cock, driving me wild with the need to feel him. "You intoxicate me." His hand works more deftly before his lips cover my neck and suck in soft pulsing sucks. My muscles begin to tremble against him, my control gone as all the sensations he brings to the surface of my body reach fever pitch. "Come for me, Petal."
I do. I can't help it. Lightning bolts of fire rain down on me, sending me moaning and shaking into another stratosphere as he holds me against him, whispering soothing words and kissing along my exposed skin.
“I can't even fathom anything sweeter than watching you unravel underneath me, but we're gonna give it a go--are you ready for dessert?” He plants a lingering kiss on my lips before getting up.