32. Larkin

I’d never beenthis woman—the one who had sex in public or swam naked or let my need for a man take over my previously logical thoughts.

But I’d never been with Knox before either.

He drew it all out of me—the emotions, the excitement, the need.

I needed him like a wilting flower thirsted for water. I was surviving before, but now I knew what it felt like to be in bloom.

He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “I don’t have a condom with me.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said, not sure I could hold back even if I wasn’t. “Are you clean?”

“I’m clean,” he confirmed.

“I need you,” I gasped, my voice desperate in a way I never thought I could be for a man.

He kissed my lips, long and tantalizingly slow. “I’m not holding back,” he said.

I nodded, understanding what he meant. Because even though we’d only known each other a short while, I could feel myself starting to let go and give in to him. No matter how much I wanted to fight it. No matter how irresponsible it seemed or how soon it was after the divorce. It wasn’t logical. It was a sense deep inside that Knox was special, different than anyone I knew.

He hooked one of my legs over his arm and guided his cock to my entrance. His tip was hard, full, stretching against my opening.

“Knox,” I cried, already on the verge of tears from the emotional overwhelm.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, easing in, inch by inch, until I was full.

Full of his cock.

Full of love.

Full of emotions.

Full of him.

Overwhelmed by it all, I ground my hips against him as tears slid down my cheeks, desperate for more, to ease the ache building within me.

“God, that’s it,” he said, voice tight, like it took all of him not to be rough with me, to let me guide the pace.

But I didn’t want that. I wanted him to let go, freefall with me and catch me on the way down.

“Give it to me,” I begged. “Give me everything.”

He kissed my lips, hard. And then his hips wound back, and he pumped into me, water splashing over my chest, the pool edge biting into my back.

“Hold on,” he ordered, a darkness, a heat in his eyes, burning with abandon.

I put my arms to the side, bracing myself against the pool edge as he pounded into me. The pleasure, the pain, it all blended with each stroke of his hips, with each lap of the water spilling over my chest, my arms.

“Knox,” I begged, I gasped, the only thing I was capable of uttering while he consumed every one of my senses.

Sparks ignited in my chest, and I dropped my head back, losing myself in it all.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Eyes on me.” I rolled my head up, seeing the desire in his eyes. “You need to see exactly what you do to me.” He pumped into me. “How you make me lose all control.” He pounded again. “How I’ve been able to think of nothing but you since I saw those blue eyes looking up at me.”

And I saw it all, felt it in every stroke. I thought I was just a plus-size single mom, discarded by her ex. But to this man, I was everything and more.

He was working his way past my every defense, and I didn’t know how to keep myself safe, or even if I wanted to if I had to choose between safety and this. “Knox,” I wept, cradling his face in my hands.

“Larkin.” He dropped his forehead against mine, my name a prayer, a plea, a song on his lips as he shuddered into me, releasing all he had inside me.

I cried out his name, unable to stop myself, to stop the orgasm that wracked through my body until it was all I could do to hold on to him and let the waves fade. I gasped for breath and rested on him, my body limp with the force of it all.

I held on to him, knowing my chances at guarding my heart... were gone.