OLEANDER
My body burned. Every inch of me throbbed with a heat I had never known before. Knox's touch, his mouth, the rough whisper of my name against my skin, it had ignited something wild and uncontrollable inside me.
I wanted more. Not just his fingers.
And oh my—
"Argh!" I cried out, my eyes rolling back as pleasure tore through me. My body arched, shuddering as I came undone beneath his hand.
Knox pulled away and slid off the bed.
For a split second, I thought that was it. That he was finished. He turned his back to me, not even sparing me a glance.
Heat flooded my cheeks. I pushed myself up on one elbow, confusion knitting my brows together.
"Knox?" I whispered. "Are we done?"
Yes, I sounded desperate. I didn't care.
He didn't answer. His broad back remained to me, muscles tense. A low growl vibrated from his chest.
"I thought—"
"I'm trying to get this damned belt off," he cut in roughly. "Of course I'm not done with you."
