“And are you gonna touch me?” He can’t take his eyes off me, and I love that. It makes me want to do more.

“Touch you all over,” I tell him in a silky voice, and I love his sexy groan of response. Being here with him feels more perfect than I could have imagined. I can’t walk away from this. I won’t walk away from it.

“Was kinda hopin’ you’d say that,” Knox murmurs. “Because I’ve been dreamin’ about it ever since that first night together.”

Oh god, me too. “That so?”

“Yup,” he says slowly, and leans in and nips at my lower lip. “Keep thinkin’ about how I didn’t get a chance to part those gorgeous thighs and put my head between them for hours.”

“Didn’t you? I distinctly remember lots of licking.” I haven’t been able to think about much since.

“Not for hours, though. Felt like we didn’t have enough time.” He rubs his nose against mine in a subtle little touch that melts me. “Next time I’m gonna take twice as long, because I love the way you taste.”

“Well,” I breathe, curling my fingers against his hard abdomen. “You certainly know how to make a girl want to shuck her panties.”

“You don’t even have to shuck ’em,” he tells me, and teases the waistband of my yoga pants. “I can get along just fine with you fully dressed.”

His fingers brush against my belly and I practically squirm with need at that small touch. I can’t resist teasing him because I want that so badly. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and not seeing a lot of action.”

Knox chuckles. “Bossy, bossy.” His hand dips into my clothes, pushing right into my panties. He finds my pussy instantly, fingertips brushing over the curls of my sex before he heads straight for pay dirt. He touches my clit and immediately begins to rub, watching my face to see my reaction.

He’s definitely a man of action. All I had to do was hint that I’d like to be touched and two moments later, his hand’s in my pants. He makes a murmur of surprised pleasure as he slicks through my wetness, lubricating his fingers before moving them back over my clit again. “How is it possible you’re so wet already? You been thinkin’ about me touchin’ you all day?”

I whimper, twining my arms around his neck. “Being pregnant . . . does have a tiny side effect,” I tell him.

“Makes ya horny?” he guesses.

“I guess that was obvious,” I say, then gasp as he circles my clit. I can’t help myself as I grind against his fingers, because it’s not going to take long for me to come at all. Kind of surprised I haven’t already spontaneously combusted just from his touch.

“Well, that, and since I’m visitin’, I needed somethin’ to do at night while you were playin’ hard to get.” With every word, he drags his fingertips against the sides of my clit, making my body sing. “So I went to a bookstore and bought a book about pregnancy. Been readin’ it at night.”

I dig my fingers into the loose waves of his thick hair. It’s just long enough that it tickles his collar and makes a girl want to run her fingers through it. Or claw it when he finger-bangs her, either one. “You’re reading a baby book? Why is that so sexy?” I have to admit, I’m touched. And super, super aroused.

“Dunno, but if reading gets you this hot, I need to do it more often.” He drags his fingers back and forth, and I feel him brush one against the opening of my core. Oh god. A moment later, his thumb taps against my clit and he pumps into me with his finger.

Unfair, unfair. It feels far too good too fast. I cry out and press my forehead against his, clinging to him as he begins to work my pussy hard, thrusting into me and using his thumb to tease my clit. I want to touch him and give him pleasure, but I’m so far gone that all I can do is hold on to him and rock my hips against his hand.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmurs as I ride his palm, lost in pleasure. “You come for me, and you come hard.”

It’s too much for my overstimulated body. I come a moment later, just as he tells me to. It feels so amazingly good to ride the orgasm, to let it ripple over my body as he pumps his big fingers into me. I give a breathless little sigh as he stops, quivering. “That went by entirely too fast.”

“I’ll say. I don’t know if I’m pleased or disappointed that I didn’t get to watch more.” He brushes his lips against mine, and I realize my face is still pressed up against his. I hope I didn’t make any unsexy expressions as I came, seeing as how I’m giving him a pore-close look at my O-face. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make you do all that again so I can get another look.”

I squeeze my thighs around his hand, still settled between my legs, his finger deep inside me. “You’re not going to hear a protest from this girl.”

Knox gives me another one of those meltingly perfect smiles and moves in to kiss me again. His beard rubs against my face, part ticklish and part abrasive, but I don’t care. I love the feel of it. I kiss him with all the enthusiasm I feel, and he groans, his hand surging up against my pussy again. I remember that he hasn’t come yet. That the last few minutes were all me. Kinda makes me want to stick my hand down his pants and give him the same reward.

Actually, I should do just that.

I wiggle my eyebrows at him and slide my hands down his chest, and then move to the waistband of his jeans. “Your turn.”

“My turn?” He arches one dark brow at me. “Are we takin’ turns, then?”

“Only seems fair to me. I’m all about equality.” I shift on his lap, rubbing up against his hand, which is still deliciously tormenting me. “You might have to move this, though.”

“No deal,” he drawls, heat in his eyes. “Thinkin’ at this point that it’s my property.”

I shiver at the thought of him owning my pussy. “I’m not saying you can’t play with it again later. Just let me do as I like and I’ll make it up to you.” And I stroke my hand up and down the hard length of him through his clothes and then undo the button of his jeans. “Unless you don’t like that sort of thing . . . ?”

“Fuck. Not like it? You might as well ask if I like breathin’.”

Pretending like it’s no big deal, I shrug and rub up and down against his cock again. “You tell me.”

He leans in and kisses me hard, as if he’s going to miss out and wants to claim as much of me as he can before I’m taken away from him. I love that, and I moan against his mouth when his tongue strokes against mine and he gives my pussy one last firm finger thrust that makes me needy all over again. But then his hand is gone and I’m left feeling oddly bereft, even though it was my suggestion. Maybe next time I need to keep my mouth shut.

The open button taunts me, though, and reminds me of all the fun we can have in an entirely different way. “Speaking of breathing,” I whisper. “Let’s give this part of you a little air, shall we?” I slide his zipper down carefully and then pull his jeans apart, exposing a dark triangle of boxer briefs. The material’s straining against his erection, and I make a little clucking noise at the sight. “He’s practically suffocating under here. I think he should come out and play.”

“I think he agrees,” Knox tells me, nearly as breathless as I am.

“Shall I do the honors?” When he nods, I tug the material down, exposing the thick length of his shaft. His skin is darker here, flushed with blood, and there’s a long vein that traces up the underside that’s just begging for my tongue to explore it. The head of his cock’s already glazed with a bit of pre-cum, telling me he’s not as controlled as he’s pretending to be.

Of course, now that I have him exposed, I’m not entirely sure what to do with the elastic band of his briefs, which I’ve pulled down his length. Since he’s seated, there’s no room to drag the material down further, and if I let go, it’s going to choke his nuts. This isn’t quite the same as his sexy under-my-clothing fingering, because his clothing is a lot less stretchy than mine. “I should get up so you can take this off—”

“Naw,” he murmurs, and reaches into his back pocket. A moment later, he pulls out a pocket knife and flips it open, exposing the blade. He puts it under the elastic and jerks, cutting the fabric with a quick motion. The material rips and he doesn’t stop until he’s torn his underwear off and tossed them aside.

“Well,” I murmur, a little surprised at the action, and a little amused. “There go all my plans for a Ghosts ’n’ Panties party later.”

“I’ll just borrow yours if I need panties,” he tells me with a wicked grin, closing his knife and tossing it aside, too. “Of course, I might have to stop sniffin’ ’em first.”

“You’re going to sniff my panties?”

“Fuck yeah, you think you’re leavin’ here with ’em today? Hell no.” His grin is mischievous. “Those are all mine.”

We’ll see about that. Maybe I’ll just distract him enough that he’ll forget all about panty snatching. With a little teasing look of my own, I grasp his cock and give the shaft a squeeze. “If we’re claiming things, I think I’m going to start here.”

Knox’s eyes grow heavy-lidded. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. Just be good to it.”

“Oh, I’ll be very, very good,” I murmur to him, then lean in and give the head a lick. I’ve thought about doing this ever since we parted that night. I didn’t get a chance to tease him with my mouth, and I’ve wondered how he would react. Is he one of those that gets grabby and starts shoving a girl’s head down, or is he one that prefers other things in bed? Every man is different, of course.

But Knox only groans and caresses my cheek then strokes my arm, as if he needs to show me just how much he appreciates my efforts. That’s heady stuff and it makes me want to do more to him. I want to show him just how much I like him, how much touching him is so very appealing to me. I’ve never really minded touching a man in the past, but none has made me have such cravings as Knox has. I’ve daydreamed about what it’d be like to take him in my mouth and suck him until he loses control of his senses.