11. Felt So Right

It felt as if Sage was the one making all the first steps. That wasn't normally like her, but maybe she needed to do that to get her mojo back.

Watching Knox blush almost had her laughing.

Maybe he was still feeling the rejection from years ago and she didn't want that for him. She knew what rejection felt like herself.

When his truck picked up speed, she held back her laugh, but she squeezed his hand quickly before he pulled it away and put it on the wheel.

He parked and they got out, him moving faster than she'd seen him move before.

The minute they got to her floor, she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door and right to her room.

Her arms went around his neck, his mouth crushing hers.

This was the most aggressive lip lock they'd had yet. She had hoped that this was hidden inside of him.

Her hands went for his shirt and pulled it out of the waist of his jeans, yanking it up and over his head.

"Oh wow," she said. "Now that is a nice chest."

"Not too much hair?" he asked.

She started to laugh thinking about the conversation they'd had before.

"No," she said. There was a sprinkling of it in places but nothing that she'd think anything about. "You teased me about this weeks ago. How come it's taken so long for me to see it?"

"You haven't given me any indication that you wanted to until now."

She snorted. "Come on now, Knox. You can't be that slow."

She was thinking of all the kissing they'd done. How her body was rubbing against his more and more each time.

"Guess I am. I'm not now," he said.

He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over just as fast as she'd removed his. "No hair on you."

She grinned. When he blushed, she laughed. "It was funny. Don't be embarrassed."

"It sounded better in my head than coming out of my mouth."

"Then how about we don't talk and just move," she said.

Her hands went for the button on his jeans, undid them and pushed them down.

He kicked them away and toed off his sneakers at the same time yanking off his socks, leaving him standing there in a pair of navy boxer briefs.

"Catch up," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

She liked that he was getting playful now.

Her hands went for her jeans, had them undone and off as fast as him.

"We are matching," she said when she realized her cotton panties were navy too.

It's not like she planned on this happening today. She was one of those people that didn't plan sex. She wanted it to happen when it felt right.

Today just felt so right to her.

"We can be matching when we remove them too."

"In a few minutes," he said. "Or I'm going to be like a virgin. Which I'm not. I'm really not."

"I didn't think so," she said. No way. Not with the way he looked.

His mouth landed on hers, their kiss going from zero to a hundred in two seconds.

Then she found herself in the air and then the bed under her.

His mouth moved from her lips down her neck, to her chest.

He removed her bra before she even realized it, his lips landing on a nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, her hips lifting.

"Ah," he said. "Hints like that."

"Now you get it," she said. "I've been doing that every time you've kissed me."

"I'll understand it the next time," he said, his mouth returning to where it was.

He moved to the other side, her body just on fire. She wanted to tell him to hurry up. That it'd been too long for her but kept that to herself. No reason to bring up the past when you were with someone else.

She didn't even want to think of anything other than Knox right now.

He must have gotten the silent message this time, his mouth trailing down her ribs, her stomach, and then her panties were all but ripped off of her.

"Oh yeah," she said.

His mouth dropped down, moved between her legs and when she thought he was going to attack her, he gently placed a kiss on her inner thigh.

Then another on the other side.

He was teasing her. Hovering over her where she needed it the most and yet not doing much more than tenderly touching her with his mouth and his fingertips.

She was moaning and squirming until she grabbed his head and yanked him down to where she needed it.

He laughed and gave her what she was asking for.

His mouth covered more ground and everything possible that she could have needed until she felt herself right on the edge.

She was ready to come and he pulled back.

"I've got better timing than you think," he said.

That told her he had a lot more experience than he'd ever let on.

His underwear came off and her eyes landed on his cock. Nice and sturdy, thick and solid and she was ready for it.

He got off the bed, found his jeans and pulled a condom out. After covering himself, he got back on the bed, lifting his eyebrow as if he could imagine what she was looking at.

"Just watching the show," she said. "You can walk around the room strutting if you want."

"Maybe later," he said. "I've got something else I'd rather be doing."

He gathered her in his arms, settled between her hips, found her opening and slid in easily with as worked up as she was.

Her hips lifted up to meet his, the two of them finding a rhythm of meeting and retreating, her bed squeaking some at the same time.

Her legs came up and went around his hips, holding on because now he was moving faster than she could and she only wanted to feel every single part of it.

Her body started to tighten and she knew her orgasm was coming. Literally.

It hit her hard. The throbbing started between her legs and almost crawled up her stomach and into her chest.

She was moaning and clenching and Knox followed shortly after, landing on her chest and breathing just as heavily.

Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that it felt as if there was a roaring in her ears.

"Give me a shove off of you," he said. "I'm too weak to do it myself."

She laughed. "I'm not sure how much energy I've got. On the count of three. One, two, three."

She shoved and he rolled, the two of them lying there and staring at the ceiling.

Her head turned, the grin on her face mirroring Knox's.

He turned and looked at her. "You've got some moves on you," he said.

"I was thinking the same thing," she said. "The question is, do I get to see more of them before you go tonight?"

"You can," he said. "But I need a bit of recovery time."

"How about a shower?" she said. "I need to clean up. I'm all sweaty. Talk about a workout. My abs hurt. That's a first."

"You are a little wiggly," he said, moving to sit on the side of the bed.

She looked at the muscles on his back. "You've got a body on you," she said. "That can't all be from work."

"I lift weights," he said. "A transformation of sorts."

"Funny," she said. "I do the same, but not nearly as much as you by the looks of it."

His hand reached over and felt her bicep. "You've got a great body on you. Soft, strong and exactly perfect for you."

It was words like that that touched her when no one else had been able to do that.

Or at least she felt they were real words and not ones to set her up for pain.

"You've grown into your height. I like it. But I like the person you are much better," she said.

"It's the body and the face that changed for the fact that you'd go on a date with me," he said, laughing.

She noticed it didn't reach his eyes and felt bad about that.

"Don't do that," she said. "Don't make what we just experienced into something from the past. I don't need that on my shoulders."

She got off the bed before him and walked into the bathroom. When she was done cleaning up, he was still in her room looking as if he didn't know the next step.

"Sorry," he said.

"No," she said. "I am. You were joking."

"It hit a nerve," he said. "Just like before, it sounded better in my head than coming out of my lips. I get it. I'm used to it."

"Don't get used to it. Don't compare. Let's just see what we've got and go from there. Neither of us needs to bring our pasts into the present. Deal?"

"Sure," he said, reaching for her. "Deal."

"Then let's shower and you can wear me out again."

"I can do that," he said, smiling. At least it reached his eyes this time.