Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(16)

Who exactly is Knox Black?

Just wow.

He dips his head, then lays a runway of gentle kisses down my body, paying special attention to my scar. He kisses it with such tenderness. My heart can’t handle it, and all the hairs across my skin stand at attention. For him.

Lower he goes and I might die if he doesn’t touch me there, soon.

“I have something to tell you.”

“Not now. Enjoy, Eva.” He breathes against my pale skin.

I’ll let him discover it himself then.

Knox sweeps the edge of my barely-there lace thong panties with his deft fingers, then slowly, teasingly, removes them.

I raise my hips to help him. He removes my tattered dress from under me, then peels my towering heels off, too.

“Lie back please, legs up.”

He said please.

I do as he asks, lying back against the cool granite kitchen island. If it’s freezing, I don’t feel it because my skin is burning for him and I’m desperate to know what comes next.

I watch as he drops my dress into the concealed trash can. He hooks my panties onto one of the kitchen cupboard door handles, then turns the lights down low to a dusky warm aura.

And he still hasn’t noticed.

Focusing his attention back to me, he scans my body laid out for him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

His eyes survey every inch of my body.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Sunshine,” he commands.

Here we go.

I open up for him. Showing him all of me. Showing him how wet I am for him.

I tilt my head forward slightly to watch his reaction.

And he stares.

His mouth gapes suddenly. He tilts his head to the side inquisitively. Squints his gaze, trying to get a better view of what he thinks he can see. But his brain doesn’t quite compute. Yet. He moves in closer. Zoning in on exactly what I wanted to tell him about.

“What the…? Is that…?”

“Yes, Knox. It is.”

“A fucking clit piercing. You have a clit piercing?” He drags his hand down his face.

“Yes. A vertical hood clit piercing,” I whisper.

“Oh, Sunshine.” He does nothing to hide his excitement as he palms his enormous bulge over his black tailored dress pants.

“How long have you had it?”

“About a year.” I may as well be honest. “When things started heading south between me and Ewan, I thought it would help our relationship because he lost interest in me. But it didn’t. By the time it healed for us to have sex again, we were over. I’ve never, eh, had anyone play with it.”

“Just me?” He points to himself. All the while his eyes haven’t left the curved steel clit barbell that dons a shimmering opal quartz crescent moon on the top.

“Yes. Only you.” I cover my face with my hands. “Oh my God, will you stop looking at it, Knox?” I’ve never had anyone eyeball my bare pussy for this length of time before. Thank the Lord for regular laser treatments.

“Holy fuck. I might blow too quickly and embarrass myself in front of you. This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

“Yeah?” I chuckle.

“Hell, yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good, Sunshine.”

I’m ready.

Knox circles the kitchen island slowly, stalking me, deciding what he’s going to do first. With efficient fingers, he removes his silk tie, unbuttoning his shirt as he prowls, allowing me the first peek of what lies beneath that pristine fabric.

And he’s beautiful. Full-on cut from marble beautiful. Chiseled, sculpted abs with divots so deep they look black against his olive skin. A small island of dark hair scatters his chest and it’s trimmed to perfection. It paves a faint path downward.

Painfully slow, he puts on a show for me, unbuckling his soft black leather belt, letting his trousers dip a little before he unbuttons his dress pants and they disappear to the floor from my view.

He’s in no rush. It’s the ultimate torture.

His navy snug-fit boxers hang low on his hips, showcasing his incredible V that’s instructing me to look lower, begging me. My eyes drop and I take in the smattering of manscaped goodness that disappears into his boxers, all clothed in cotton and hiding from me.

I stare at his impressive long and thick length that’s popped out of the top of his boxers. It makes me salivate just thinking about wrapping my tongue around him.

Knox notices. “He wants you, Eva.”

“I want you, Knox.”

“You’ve got me.”

He stalks along the side of the expansive island to where my face is, bows down, presses his soft lips against mine, and dips his tongue into my mouth, causing a flood of happy zings all over my body. Leisurely, he smooths his fingertips over my skin, from my neck, down the smooth valley of my cleavage, drifting lower, lower, and lower again, across my belly until he brushes them over my pussy.

I gasp.

He applies a little pressure. Unabashedly, I moan. His talented fingers gently part my swollen lips. Straight for the money shot, he circles my wet flesh and thrusts a finger inside of me. Deep. My back curves off the sparkling quartz countertop beneath me.

“Oh, Knox,” I breathe.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“What do you like, Eva? Tell me,” he whispers to me.