Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 154

Sloane’s legs tremble. Her hands claw at my back. Her mouth falls open as her body locks up, and then she shatters. She clamps down so hard and so deep that I have to grit my teeth just to keep from losing it right then. The grip of her, the way she’s pulling me in like she never wants to let go—it’s damn near impossible to hold back.

And then, in the middle of it all, she breaks me. “I want your baby, Knox,” she says. “Fill me up.”

That’s it. That’s the end of my control.

“Jesus,” I growl, and everything unravels. I start slamming into her, hard, fast, unhinged, driven by instinct and the sheer fucking need to give her exactly what she just asked for.

My vision whites out. I empty myself inside her with a low, guttural sound I don’t recognize as my own. My thighs start to tingle. My hands shake where they’re braced against her skin. It’s like my body forgets how to function, and all I can do is feel.

I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily into the side of her neck, still deep inside her. She’s kissing me there softly. I don’t move. I don’t want to. I just stay right there, surrounded by her, still wrapped up in the aftershocks.

The pool water laps against my arms and legs. Its warmth is just as comforting as her skin under mine and her breath against my neck.

Eventually, I shift, careful not to crush her, and slide out, then settle beside her. I lie back, taking one of her thighs and resting it on mine. We’re both still breathing hard, chests rising and falling in sync.

“We just got married,” she says softly.

I turn my head to look at her. “Yeah. We just did.”

“Oh, my God,” she squeals. “We just got married.”

I laugh. I love it when she makes those happy sounds. Fine, I love it when she makes whatever sound. My hand slides to her thigh, tracing a slow line from her knee upward until I reach where she's still wet and dripping.

“This is officially Knox Hartley’s property,” I say. “All of this is all mine.”

Her eyes are bright as they stare into mine. “Of course it's yours. Do you know what I want to do today?”

“Tell me.”

“I want to gamble at a casino and lose big. I’m too happy right now. Need to balance it out.”

I laugh. “Your man’s good for it. Go on. What else do you need? That can’t be all.”

“I want a couples massage. Want to sing off-key at karaoke. Ride the Ferris wheel. Go everywhere.”

I pull her close again, one hand resting at the small of her back, the other brushing her damp hair out of her face. And then I kiss her.

Not the way I did earlier, not rough or rushed or messy. This one’s slow. Soft. Just warm lips on warm lips. She exhales into my mouth.

When we finally pull back, we’re still close. Our foreheads nearly touch, and our breaths mingle.