Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(7)

I’ve dreamed about this moment.

I close my eyes as my resistance to him fades away.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, feeling every hard inch of him beneath my thin, silky dress when he presses his firm body against mine.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time. I told you last year. I want you,” he growls into my neck. “You smell like heaven.”

Oh God.

My skin flushes and my heart beats like a drum. He was as serious back then as he is now. His confession of longing to taste me has never changed.

Last year at the Spring Fling Ball, he expressed his desire for me. It was yet another event Ewan couldn’t be trusted to attend, especially with a free bar, so I went with my sisters and friends.

Knox doesn’t dance with anyone. But he asked me to dance. Pressed flush together, he threw a curveball. As we drifted across the dance floor, he confessed to me how I was the most beautiful woman in the room. How he wanted to taste me, but I was forbidden fruit. His forbidden desire. None of his words shocked me. He’s always watching. Watching me.

He’s never subtle, not to me. To everyone else I think he is, but I sense him everywhere.

“If you were mine, everyone in that room would know it. You come to these events by yourself. Ewan never appreciated you. Or your body. Your beautiful body fucking speaks to me, calls my name. I feel you everywhere in my veins. When you’re around, I can’t fucking think straight. You're an intoxicating goddess and a terrible distraction. I have bad thoughts about you, ones I shouldn’t have, and I make stupid decisions when you’re around.”

I whimper at his admission. I don’t think I’m intoxicating; I think it’s the other way around.

“Like bidding eighty thousand pounds to dance with me?” I gasp.

“Best fucking money I’ve ever spent, if it means getting closer to you.” His hot breath surfs across my goose-bumped skin before he pushes me up against the wall behind.

Well, this evening is not what I expected. It’s way better.

“Eva. Tell me. Do you think about me?”

I can’t deny it. “Yes. I dream about you sometimes.”

Crap, I think they laced my champagne with truth serum.

“That right?”

“Yeah.” I pant like a bitch in heat.

“Do you want me as much as I want you?”

“Yes.” I’m not playing games. Screw it. If anything, the past year has taught me that life is too damn short.

“I know you do. I see it. I see you. The way your skin flushes around me. I know you want me. Your mind might deny it, but I can read this fucking sexy body of yours and it wants mine.”

“It does. I do.” I moan.

“Do you care that I’m fifteen years older than you?” he mumbles against my skin. I want him to kiss me.

“No, and it’s only fourteen. I’ll be twenty-nine in a few months. Forty-three isn’t old. You’ve not long turned forty-three, right?”

Although that’s not what I told Ella all those months ago on the beach. I told her he was too old for me. I was denying what my body desires, but I do want him.

“You pay attention. Good girl.” He plants a soft kiss on my nape. “You should be with Lincoln; he’s closer to your age,” he says as if he’s mumbling reasons we shouldn’t be together to himself.

I shudder. “I don’t want him.”

“He’ll hate me.” He thrusts his hips into mine. I can feel how hard he is for me. His thick length is undeniable. He’s big—bigger than, well, Ewan. That’s all I have to compare him to.

“I don’t want to cause trouble between you two.”

“I’m a shitty dad.” He kisses my neck again. “Fuck, I can’t resist you.”

“Then don’t.”

“I’m also your father’s friend.”

“He never needs to know.”

“It’s wrong.” But he doesn’t move away from me.

“I don’t care.”

“I’m a bad man for wanting you.”

“I want you to be bad, Knox. I’m always the good girl. I want to be bad with you.”

“Fuck,” he exhales against my skin.

I’m clearly not thinking straight this evening. I think my deep desire for intimacy is doing the talking for me.

Knox lays a path of gentle kisses across my nape, toward my delectable spot behind my ear. It’s another of my weaknesses.

I let out a frustrated groan as he flicks his rough tongue again and again over my sensitive skin, biting, kissing, licking, soaking my panties in the process. Warmth spreads between my legs and I’m aching for him to touch me there.

I let out another loud moan.

“Shhhhh. This is a classy hotel.” A deep chuckle leaves his throat. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Knox laugh before, and I kind of like it.

His hand drifts across my clavicle, gently stroking the silk of my dress as he heads south, between my cleavage. Skirting across my stomach, he goes lower.

He stops, teasing me, before he slips his hand inside the thigh-high slit of my dress and skims his large hand over the thin, now-soaked lace of my panties, then traces his fingers across my throbbing pussy.

I groan, feeling his powerful erotic touch. He surely must feel how wet I am for him.