Chapter 44

WILLOW

What has gotten into me?

If I knew, I’d tell you.

My body never calmed down from what Knox’s fingers did.

The hot bathwater only seemed to keep things going too.

That rush of total relaxation.

My body feeling good.

The mood just kept hitting me over and over.

At one point I grabbed the edges of the bathtub and I shut my eyes. I opened my legs, bit my bottom lip and began to move a little.

As soon as the water touched my nipples, it was game on.

I couldn’t help it.

I still can’t…

I’m not trying to make myself come. I’m just touching. Playing. Enjoying the feel of my own touch.

My pointer and middle fingers tight together and I’m just gently rubbing.

Of course it feels really good.

I mean, I can make myself come if I want to.

But I’m just savoring the moment right now.

I mean, think about it.

I’m in some random hotel room in some random hotel. Right?

In a super fancy hotel too. One that a high-profile prosecutor uses to meet with clients.

I don’t belong here at all.

All of it just… wow.

My toes curl as my fingers keep playing. Sliding up and down between my legs. Everything is hot, wet, slippery. Color rushes to my cheeks as I feel so activated. If that makes any sense at all.

I pause my fingertips at my clit and gently circle around.

I shut my eyes and my head falls back.

My chest arches up.

When my breasts lift out of the water, it’s suddenly cold.

I shiver.

It’s hot, cold and pleasurable…

Oh, by the way - I totally know Knox is watching me right now too.

I open my eyes and try to contain my smile.

I love the idea of Knox watching me right now.

The vulnerability is somehow adding to the enjoyment.

Just the idea of him watching, knowing it’s turning him on…

I know he’s debating what to do.

If he should just leave me be. Or walk into the bathroom and help out.

He’s thinking about videos he’s watched when he was alone.

He knows this isn’t some scripted, dirty movie though.

It might take a little finesse to get to Knox but I think I have a part of him figured out.

It’s like we’re working backward with one another.

We jumped all the way to pregnancy before anything else.

And now…

This.

I move my fingers up to my lower belly and take a deep breath.

That’s when I finally turn my head and look right at Knox.

We make eye contact and he makes his move.

He runs across the bathroom as though the hotel is on fire.

He grabs the sides of the bathtub and leans down.

“You caught me,” I whisper.

Oh, damn, Willow, what has gotten into you?

I’m not sure what this is… this is not like me at all… but I’m embracing the hell out of it…

“You don’t have to do that alone anymore, baby,” Knox growls. “That’s why I’m here. You need your pussy stroked? I’m here. You need your pussy licked? I’m here. You need your pussy fucked? I’m here.”

His words ripple through me.

I feel like my entire body is blushing.

Knox then dips his left hand into the water and touches my fingers already in the water.

My jaw begins to drop as he slides his hand - and mine - down between my legs.

My body shudders as I realize what he’s doing.

He’s using my fingers to touch me…

“Knox,” I groan.

“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“No more fingers…” I lick my lips. “Taste me, Knox. Taste my pussy…”

Knox then picks me up out of the bathtub.

Water dripping everywhere.

My naked, wet body getting his clothes soaked.

I mouth ohmygod and stare at him.

Knox is making me all his.

And I am perfectly okay with letting that happen.