Page 62 of One Last Thing Before You Go

My fingers play with the zipper of her dress, lightly tugging, wordlessly asking for permission. She grabs my face in her hands and nods before pulling my lips back to hers. I work it quickly, the zrrp of the zipper combining with the sounds of her moans and whimpers making it the most erotic soundtrack I’ve ever heard in my life.

Desperately, we work together to push her dress down her body, letting it fall at her feet before she kicks it away.

“Jesus Christ.” I pant, eyes roaming every inch of her body.

Lottie’s face and chest flush in embarrassment for some reason.

“You’re beautiful.” The words burst through me, just like they did before. “So goddamn beautiful.” My hands travel on their own accord up and down her sides while my eyes soak in the view in front of me: gorgeous, soft Lottie in a forest green lace lingerie set, hair wild, eyes low-lidded, perfect lips kiss-bruised.

She is my fantasy come to life.

I run the tip of one finger over the line of her bra raising a new set of goosebumps over her skin. I want to pull it down over her breasts, run my tongue over her hard nipples. But, slow. I want to take things slow. Savor her and this moment.

“You look like a dream. Did you wear this for me tonight? Or for someone else?” My fingertips dig possessively into her skin, grip tightening. And I hate how the thought of another man popped into my head, almost ruining this moment. And I certainly don’t wanna come off as the possessive asshole who⁠—

She smiles, bites her lip. She... likes the possessiveness?

“No,” she shakes her head.

Intrigued, I test out my new theory.

“You sure?” My voice is gravelly, a bit harsh as my grip around her tightens just enough. “Because you’re mine, now.”

Her eyes widen with excitement, but she controls her features, shifting them into one of innocence. “I know I am. But I didn’t wear this for anyone else. I wore it for myself.”

“Fuck, that’s even hotter. I love your confidence.” I groan, running my finger between her tits, down her abdomen, to the edge of her thong. “You weren’t wearing anything like this the night we met. Not that I’m complaining. It’s just… Fuck.” I lean in to give her a drugging kiss, but it’s my knees that grow weak as my lips travel down her neck, in between her chest. “You look incredible in lingerie and heels. Good enough to eat.” As if to prove my point, I nip at her collarbone, licking the sting away before moving below. I flick her nipple with my tongue over her bra, wetting it, biting it through the thin delicate fabric.

“Noted,” she gasps, her arms looping themselves around my neck as if she’s lost all ability to support herself.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby,” I growl in her ear. My hands slide down her waist, under her panties, cupping her round ass, pulling her closer to me so she can feel my dick pressed against her.

“Knox—”

“I know. But not yet.”

My mouth moves over to her other breast before hooking a finger into each bra cup, pulling them down and over, exposing and pushing her tits up.

“Jesus,” I groan, before ducking to pull one of her nipples between my teeth, twisting and pulling the other with my fingers.

She moans my name, gasping when I pull harder, twist tighter, making me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life. “Hold on tight to me,” I order, because I need one hand on her tit while I send the other on a very important mission.

“No,” she whines. “I need your hands on me.”

I laugh gently against her breasts. “Oh, don’t worry. They’ll be on you. I just need to check something.”

My right hand travels south, dipping into her underwear and— “You’re soaked.” I groan, nearly coming in my pants.

She gasps in my ear. “God, yes.”

I part her folds with my middle finger, tapping her clit in a way that makes her entire body shiver. And her moans… The way she says my name as I enter her, first with one finger, then with two… I nearly lose it in my pants. I move in and out of her, mimicking the movements I plan to do with my dick later, all while pressing my heel to her clit. Her little moans nearly bring me to the edge, so I punish her with a sharp tug of my teeth on her nipple and a calculated stroke and then⁠—

She’s coming, moaning my name as her channel clenches around my fingers, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling on my hair as she convulses in my arms nearly bringing me to my knees.

“Did you just⁠—”

Flushed, she begs, “Take me to bed. Take me to bed now.”

“I will, but you need to understand that I’m in charge now,” I growl. Without another word, I throw her over my shoulder, fireman style, and walk a whole ten steps over to the bed, tossing her on the mattress in a way that makes her whimper.