In Too Deep by Kira Sinclair Page A

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    Knox traced the lines with the roughened pad of his finger. He wanted to ask her about it, but now wasn’t the time.
    Poised between her open thighs, Knox glanced up to find her watching him. The cloudy, dreamy expression that had entered her gaze a few swallows into the alcohol was gone, replaced by a wariness that nearly stole his breath.
    She was waiting for him to say...what?
    For the first time, Knox realized the languid easiness that had invaded her muscles was gone. She’d pressed her legs tight against his sides, closing herself off as much as his hips and shoulders would let her.
    In that brief moment, he thought about stopping, but the vulnerability in her eyes wouldn’t let him. Not even as his brain screamed it was the smart thing to do.
    Allowing his finger to caress the lines of her ink, he said, “Beautiful.”
    And the tension that had invaded her body leaked back out again.
    Leaning up, Avery reached for him, going for the waistband of his shorts and trying to get them undone.
    But there was no way he could handle that right now. Not and keep his sanity.
    Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, Knox stalled her. “No.”
    She stilled. “What do you mean, no?”
    He didn’t really give her an answer, partly because he didn’t think she’d like it, but mostly because he didn’t want to take the chance that she’d argue with him. He was fighting himself as it was; he didn’t think he could handle fighting her on this as well.
    Pressing against her knees, Knox urged her to open wide. His palm skated down the inside of her upper thigh, delighting in the delicate, soft feel of her against his palms.
    He followed that with his lips, pressing openmouthed kisses from the bend of her knee all the way up to the crease at her hip and back down the other side. He wasn’t certain when she dropped back onto the sand, not that it mattered.
    Not when each tiny whimper that fell through her parted lips echoed through his chest. Not when her hips squirmed and arched, silently begging for more. Not when the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving out every thought except how she would taste.
    He was almost as desperate for it as she was by the time he let his tongue slide across the wet slit of her sex.
    “God, you taste so damn good,” he managed to groan out, even as he went in for more.
    His hands spread wide across her hips, holding her captive.
    He could stay between her thighs all night, drinking in her little moans as he lapped up every drop of her arousal.
    Knox worked her over, taking his time and enjoying the way her body tightened, drawing closer and closer to an explosion he wanted for them both.
    She arched up each time he dipped his tongue inside her opening. He loved her little sounds and the way the tiny bundle of nerves at the top hardened with each passing lick or deliberate press of his tongue.
    Sucking it into his mouth, he relished her whimper when he gently placed the edges of his teeth on either side and stopped, letting anticipation, adrenaline and the moist heat of his mouth drive her crazy.
    There was something so satisfying about knowing he had the power to make her mindless with need. Knowing he alone could break through that perfect facade and see her like this, flushed with passion and longing. It was a beautiful gift, one he had every intention of earning.
    “Knox, please,” she begged, her fingers tugging hard at his hair even as she writhed beneath the weight of him pinning her down, searching for relief. “Please, I can’t take...”
    “Shh, I’ve got you, doc,” he murmured against her.
    Slipping two fingers inside, he delighted in the way she bucked against his hand. Curling his fingers, he found that magic spot deep inside and began to stroke in steady, even thrusts.
    His own erection ached in time with the pulses fluttering through her body. He could feel it, pounding so hard he was afraid he might explode before he had the chance to make her come.
    And,