“Only in the best ways,” I promise softly, heat pooling in my belly at the vulnerability I glimpse in his expression.
Without another word, I part my lips and slowly, deliberately slide my mouth around him, savoring his taste and the deep, guttural moan he lets out in response. Knox’s hands move to gently thread through my hair, not guiding or controlling, but simply anchoring him as he trembles beneath my touch.
I move with careful intent, teasing and tasting him, learning exactly what draws the most delicious sounds from deep in his chest. His hips flex instinctively, his breathing uneven as I take him deeper, drawing him nearer to the edge with every slide of my tongue, every brush of my lips.
Abruptly, Knox’s fingers tighten gently in my hair, guiding me back, pulling me slowly away
