Page 69 of Juniper Hill (The Edens 2)

“That’s a horrible idea.”

“Just making sure you’re ready.” He dipped lower, dragging his tongue across my collarbone. His hand slid down my belly, dipping below the elasti

c waistband of my pajama pants. Then those long fingers were beneath my panties, gliding through my wet folds.

“Knox.” I arched into his touch, my eyes falling closed.

His lips traveled lower and lower. A hand came to free my breast. Then his hot mouth closed over a nipple and I nearly came undone.

It had been a long time since I’d felt worshiped. Sexy. My body came alive beneath his touch and the more he toyed, the more I trembled.

“Don’t come,” he ordered.

My eyes flew open. “What?”

He gave me a wicked grin. “Don’t come. Not yet.”

“Then you’d better stop.”

His hand came out of my pants and he climbed off the bed. The moment he reached for the hem of his shirt, I propped up on an elbow and refused to blink as he dragged it over his head. I’d seen him shirtless through the window, but damn. There was nothing like a close-up view of those washboard abs. The definition at his hips was mouthwatering. He had the V that disappeared past the waistband of his jeans.

The tattoos on his biceps wrapped up and around his shoulders. One dipped low to his pec. If he let me tonight, I’d gladly trace the lines with my fingertips and my tongue.

He kicked off his shoes while flipping the button on his jeans.

The hitched breath that escaped my lips made Knox freeze. “Too fast?”

I shook my head, eyes glued to his long, thick cock. “You’re, um . . . wow.”

He planted a knee in the bed, covering me with that muscular body. An arm reached for the nightstand drawer and when he brought the condom between us, he gave me one more chance to hit the brakes. “We can save this for another night.”

“Why are you trying to talk me out of having sex with you?”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Because tonight will be the best damn time I’ve had in years. I want that for you too. No regrets.”

“No regrets.”

He held my gaze, searching for a shred of doubt. He wouldn’t find one.

I shoved at his shoulders, forcing him up. Then I stripped off my own top, tossing it to the floor. His eyes flared at the sight of my bare breasts. That appreciation was enough to banish any fears that my body had changed after childbirth and I’d lost my appeal.

Knox surged, his lips fusing to mine. Then we were a mess of frantic movements as we both worked to shove away my pants, leaving nothing between us but heat.

His weight settled into the cradle of my hips. His body was a tower of strength. His arms bracketing my face kept him from crushing me, but he stayed close enough that the dusting of hair on his chest rubbed against my sensitive nipples.

“You are . . . you are a dream,” he breathed. “I gave up on those.”

My breath hitched. “So did I.”

His kiss was soft and gentle as he positioned himself at my entrance. Then he rocked us together, inch by inch.

I savored the stretch, the feel of him so hard inside me. My entire body ignited as he moved, in and out, in deliberate, measured strokes until I was clawing at his shoulders, urging him on, faster and faster.

This man, holy God he had stamina. Knox never tired. He never stopped, just fucked, exactly like a woman should be fucked. Long and with rapt attention.

The sound of our labored breaths echoed in the dark room. The magnificent tension built higher and higher with each of his thrusts until I felt like glass ready to shatter.

“Come.” Knox dropped his mouth to my pulse and sucked. Hard. Then he pistoned his hips, hitting that spot inside that made me see stars.