Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(15)

Once I’m settled, he gently coaxes my legs apart; casually, he stands between my thighs.

Knox picks up a strawberry and takes a bite.

I watch in fascination as he stares straight at me. Removing the remaining strawberry from his mouth, he offers me the rest and feeds it to me.

No one has ever fed me strawberries before. It’s sensual.

Millionaire feeding fest.

His gaze dips to my mouth when I bite down. My lips brush against the tips of his fingers as he holds the top of the red berry fruit.

I push my tongue out slightly, licking my lips to catch the fresh juice. Quickly, I remove the top of the soft sweet fruit from his grasp, then suck his finger into my mouth. Knox’s eyes dilate, turning dark, fixated by my erotic action.

My eyes never leave his as I roll my tongue around his tip, before pushing his finger out of my mouth.

“Tastes nice.” I sit up straighter, confidently, feeling more like myself.

Hypnotized by my lips, he shakes his head to bring himself out of his trance.

“Champagne.” He passes me the fine glass flute. I reach for it, but he steals a sip, sets the glass back down, quickly leans into me, then forces my mouth open and fills my mouth with bubbles. It’s unexpected. I have to swallow fast.

Oh gawd, how is that so much of a turn-on?

He cups my face, drifting his hand down my throat possessively, squeezing my neck a little as he ravishes my mouth with his tongue and lips. And I groan as my body wakes up from its yearlong hibernation.

He entwines his lean fingers into the back of my hair and pulls me in to his mouth in a full-on hard and delicious kiss.

This changed gears quickly.

It’s demanding. Passionate.

Forbidden.

His tongue expertly searches mine as the remnants of the fizzy bubbles dance between our mouths. A small trickle of champagne that escaped our fizzy kiss slides down the edge of my mouth. Knox laps it up with his tongue.

But I want his lips. I grab his face and direct his lips to mine again.

Our tongues lick one another, tasting, twisting together.

In one of the most heated kisses of my life, I pull his body toward me, holding him in place. Because I want all of him. I’ve been waiting for this moment. I run my fingers through his dark locks. Our breathing becomes hot and heavy. Gasps and sighs of enjoyment escape our mouths. We’re all clashing teeth and hot breath. A pleasurable throb between my thighs begins as I move my pelvis back and forth against his aligned hips, urging him to relieve the pressure I feel building. As if knowing what I want, Knox pulls me closer to him, digging his fingers into my hips, letting me feel his hard length against my center.

Creating our own symphony of pleasure, synchronized, we moan.

“How much was this dress you’re wearing?” Mumbling, he flicks his tongue against mine.

“No idea, it’s old. I’m not that worried about it.” I gasp through our illicit kiss that’s making me so wet. I want him inside of me. Now. But I know he’s going to make me wait. Play with me.

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you a new one.” He grabs the high slit of my dress and tears it with such force, he splits the whole thing in two from thigh to strap, leaving me perched on top of the quartz countertop in my barely-there navy lace panties. They're the sexiest ones I own. And that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever had anyone do to me.

Ewan liked my body, loved sex, but not that much he tore my clothes off.

Knox’s dark eyes examine my naked skin. “No bra?”

“Don’t wear one that often. Don’t exactly need one.” Not after breastfeeding two babies, anyway.

“They are the perfect fucking size. You have a breathtaking body, Eva.”

He cups his large hand around my breast, then squeezes it. Dipping his head to my sensitive peak, he sucks it into his mouth, lashing his tongue around and around.

He moves fast.

My nipple grows hard as he gives it a teasing bite and pulls it between his teeth, causing a ripple of complete joy from my nipples into my sex and I silently beg him to touch me. There.

“Oh, God.” I gasp and fling my head back.

He pulls my other arm out of the spaghetti strap of my now ruined dress.

Not that I actually mind. The last time I wore this dress Ewan spoiled my evening by getting completely wasted at the bar of my cousin Emily’s wedding. Then he started a fight with the best man. Worst. Night. Ever.

I had a lot of explaining to do, a lot of covering up. Something I spent my time doing during most of our marriage—making excuses for him.

My new beginning starts now. That dress can burn in hell for all I care.

“I have stretch marks and a C-section scar,” I blurt out, now fully aware of my nakedness.

“Where?” Knox lifts his head from my breasts.

“There.” I point to the long pink line above my pubic line. He then watches as I trace my fingertips across the faint silver ones below my belly button, too.

Knox looks me dead in my eyes with serious determination.

“I don’t know what you see, but those tell me who you are. Your story. They tell me you gave birth to two healthy boys. Your body did an incredible job keeping them safe, and you grew two miracles inside of you. You have a beautiful body. You’re lean, slender. You look after yourself. That’s what your body tells me, Eva.”

My story.