zillion more candles. The lavish yet casual romance of it blew her away. Knox might claim that he just tossed out money to make things happen. But there was an attention to detail, a thoughtfulness to his actions, that belied his modest approach.
No wonder he’d seemed miffed that she’d brought along brownies. She’d stepped all over his big surprise. “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”
Amusement and confusion warred on his face. “What would be the point?”
It was so obvious. Passion drove this man. The passion to bring his ideas to life, passion to create a moat of money that would keep him safe. Passion for his mother and his friends and, yes, a passion to sample everything good about women. A passion for getting the most out of life. She’d be an idiot not to throw herself in front of that passion-fueled rocket of his.
“Indeed,” Madison replied, launching herself at him.
Surprised, Knox staggered back a few steps. Not that it mattered. Madison stayed attached, arms around his neck and lips clamped to his. After all, they had four hundred and twelve acres to themselves. Why wait until after dinner to get the fireworks started?
“Hang on.” Knox set down her bag. Carefully enough that she figured he did actually think she’d included the glass baking pan. Then he fitted his hands beneath her ass and lifted.
Madison was great at taking a hint. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clasping her ankles behind his back. Knox carried her down a few steps. Then he cut over to the adjoining steep, grassy incline and dropped to his knees with her facing the columns. The best part? The kissing never stopped once the entire time.
Wet. Hot. Fast. Fast in the biting, urgent kisses he bestowed, and fast in how her corresponding need kicked into overdrive. Fast, ragged breaths grabbed between moans. A fast readjust to get her knees beneath her, too, for better stability against the strength of his embrace. From the surroundings, it was obvious that Knox had planned a slow and thorough seduction. But he’d not only jumped on her spontaneity train, he seemed to be taking over the controls.
Madison had no objections. Knox knew how to wring every ounce of pleasure from a woman’s body. She didn’t need sweet, slow, or tender right now. She just needed
him.
In her, on her, and wrapped around her every which way from Sunday.
“Do you want dinner?” he ground out. His mouth hovered right over the spot on her throat where Madison was quite certain she’d sport a hickey tomorrow. A
hickey
! Knox wanted her badly enough to throw caution to the wind and leave a mark. That turned her on even more.
“Later.”
“Wine?”
Madison fumbled with his buttons. Why was it so hard to get them undone? Oh, yeah. Not just because they were on the wrong side on men’s clothing, but because Knox had his teeth clamped on her earlobe and all her brain cells were focused on the laser-bright string of pleasure taut between her ear and her nipples and…“Later,” she murmured.
“Foreplay?”
“What’s the point?” she said in a conscious mimic of his earlier words. “We’re both already there.”
“Thank God you said that.” Knox stood to shove off his shorts. Whipped his shirt over his head—because why waste time dealing with buttons? His deck shoes went flying. One splashed all the way into the reflecting pool. Madison used the break to shimmy out of her clothes. Well, the top layer anyway. She left on the underwear. Knox had begged to see them. He at least deserved one long look before they ended up in a grass-stained pile.
The darkness kept her from taking in as many details as she’d like. Sure, the nearly full moon helped. But it was more of a halo behind Knox, sculpting his muscles into even sharper definition. It blurred together the light mat of dark hair on his chest that she remembered scraping against her skin.
She could see the whiteness of his teeth flash as he ripped open the condom
No wonder he’d seemed miffed that she’d brought along brownies. She’d stepped all over his big surprise. “You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”
Amusement and confusion warred on his face. “What would be the point?”
It was so obvious. Passion drove this man. The passion to bring his ideas to life, passion to create a moat of money that would keep him safe. Passion for his mother and his friends and, yes, a passion to sample everything good about women. A passion for getting the most out of life. She’d be an idiot not to throw herself in front of that passion-fueled rocket of his.
“Indeed,” Madison replied, launching herself at him.
Surprised, Knox staggered back a few steps. Not that it mattered. Madison stayed attached, arms around his neck and lips clamped to his. After all, they had four hundred and twelve acres to themselves. Why wait until after dinner to get the fireworks started?
“Hang on.” Knox set down her bag. Carefully enough that she figured he did actually think she’d included the glass baking pan. Then he fitted his hands beneath her ass and lifted.
Madison was great at taking a hint. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clasping her ankles behind his back. Knox carried her down a few steps. Then he cut over to the adjoining steep, grassy incline and dropped to his knees with her facing the columns. The best part? The kissing never stopped once the entire time.
Wet. Hot. Fast. Fast in the biting, urgent kisses he bestowed, and fast in how her corresponding need kicked into overdrive. Fast, ragged breaths grabbed between moans. A fast readjust to get her knees beneath her, too, for better stability against the strength of his embrace. From the surroundings, it was obvious that Knox had planned a slow and thorough seduction. But he’d not only jumped on her spontaneity train, he seemed to be taking over the controls.
Madison had no objections. Knox knew how to wring every ounce of pleasure from a woman’s body. She didn’t need sweet, slow, or tender right now. She just needed
him.
In her, on her, and wrapped around her every which way from Sunday.
“Do you want dinner?” he ground out. His mouth hovered right over the spot on her throat where Madison was quite certain she’d sport a hickey tomorrow. A
hickey
! Knox wanted her badly enough to throw caution to the wind and leave a mark. That turned her on even more.
“Later.”
“Wine?”
Madison fumbled with his buttons. Why was it so hard to get them undone? Oh, yeah. Not just because they were on the wrong side on men’s clothing, but because Knox had his teeth clamped on her earlobe and all her brain cells were focused on the laser-bright string of pleasure taut between her ear and her nipples and…“Later,” she murmured.
“Foreplay?”
“What’s the point?” she said in a conscious mimic of his earlier words. “We’re both already there.”
“Thank God you said that.” Knox stood to shove off his shorts. Whipped his shirt over his head—because why waste time dealing with buttons? His deck shoes went flying. One splashed all the way into the reflecting pool. Madison used the break to shimmy out of her clothes. Well, the top layer anyway. She left on the underwear. Knox had begged to see them. He at least deserved one long look before they ended up in a grass-stained pile.
The darkness kept her from taking in as many details as she’d like. Sure, the nearly full moon helped. But it was more of a halo behind Knox, sculpting his muscles into even sharper definition. It blurred together the light mat of dark hair on his chest that she remembered scraping against her skin.
She could see the whiteness of his teeth flash as he ripped open the condom
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