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A knock on my door has me sitting upright. I smooth my hand down my hair. “Please come in.”
The door opens, and I’m met with Knox’s fiery gaze.
Chapter Twenty
KNOX
I step into her office and lock the door behind me. I’ll be coming all right—inside her sweet pussy. God, all day I’ve resisted the urge of her. Every second of every freaking day is consumed by a curvy Texan with dark eyes that can read my soul. God knows when it happened, but she can. She sees past my ‘fuck-off’ attitude and sees me.
I, Knox MacLeod, cannot stay away from this woman. I can’t think, and I stare off into space. Work is my only salvation, but I can’t work 24/7 to keep Georgia out of my mind. And I hate it. I’m losing control, and I have no idea what to do about it, which is why I find myself here, in the middle of the day, clutching a bag like a pussy-whipped kid.
I pull my hand through my hair like I’m nervous. That almost makes me laugh. Almost. Because I’ve never been nervous in my life—not even when I had to take over the father role of our little family—but this woman, this woman, has me tangled in fucking knots.
I need sex with her. One-on-one. To gain control that I feel slipping, because that ain’t happening.
Thoughts muddle my brain. My sweet Georgia. I, for one, am not ready for her go. I can’t talk for my brothers, but I think they feel the same way. We’ve owned her, possessed her. My bite marks are on her stomach, her thighs, marking her. Making her mine.
“Hey, baby.”
The smile that lights her face sends sunshine into my soul. Jesus, this woman.
She shoots me a quizzical gaze.
I need this. I need her. She is the only woman I want to be with.
I want to be intimate with Georgia. Not just sex, but know her, read her emotions. Know she’ll take care of me because I’ll take care of her.
I’ve never wanted to kiss another woman.
I’ve never kissed a woman.
Until now.
I cross to her and slam my mouth over hers before her arms snake around my neck, anchoring her to me. I groan into her mouth. She’s everything I’ve imagined kissing her would be, and God knows I’ve imagined. It’s more. Way more. Christ, I’m falling off a cliff. She tastes of strawberry, sin and sunshine. Her lips, puffy and full, soften under my hard lips and relax every time she groans into my mouth. I don’t know if I’m doing this right. Judging by her gasps I am. I’m feeling weirdly vulnerable right now. I lift her off the chair and into my arms, my mouth never leaving hers. My tongue slides into her mouth and tangles with hers in a tango. Our teeth clash as I haul her closer, my hand fisting at the back of her head, the other clamped to the base of her spine.
Mine, I scream internally. All fucking mine.
As if she hears my caveman call, she sighs and catches my bottom lip with her teeth. Fuck me. I have a silent conversation with my balls because they are pinching tighter. I can’t come from a kiss, can I? Jesus, I think I can.
I hiss into her mouth.
Her eyes flutter open, then widen.
I break the kiss and hold a finger to my mouth. I took in the office’s layout when I asked where her office was. A woman glanced at the bag in my hand, mouthed, lucky woman, then directed me to my Georgia’s office, a corner by Calton Hill.
She nods. Her eyes turn smoky when she takes in my jeans and T-shirt. Yeah, I work out, but I feel like a God when she looks at me like this.
I turn her around, silently slide the zipper down her skirt, shimmy it over her legs, down her hips and motion for her to step out of it, which she does. I kneel, then slip her shoes off her feet. The little slip of lace covering her is now tucked into my pocket.
“Sit, baby.”
She does, her eyes never leaving mine. I hook her legs over the chair and drink her in. God, the scent of her. I’ll never get it out of my mind, my soul, my heart, that fucking useless muscle in my chest. I inhale her, then taking my sweet time I circle my tongue around her clit while pressing a finger deep into her heat. Her breath hitches as she grinds against my face. I am lost in her. My tongue fucks where my fingers used to be and she gasps. I nip at the inside of her thigh, then soothe it with my tongue. I look at her, commanding her to stay quiet, because if she isn’t, there will be consequences. She nods.
I’ve never had a silent communication with another human being.
Until now.
She knows what I’m going to say before I do.
