In Too Deep by Kira Sinclair Page B

damn, he wanted to see that. Wanted to see her completely unravel. Hold her through that storm and be the first thing she saw on the other side.
    Knox flicked his tongue across her clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. It was an orchestrated rhythm that had her bowing up and her mouth opening on a silent scream.
    Her orgasm hit them both. Knox had to fight back the urge to pump against the soft curve of her hip and find his own relief, he was so damn close. The way her sex clenched and released, holding his fingers hostage made him desperate to drop his shorts and push inside.
    But that wasn’t going to happen.
    Knox coaxed her through the orgasm, drawing out the pleasure, not just for her, but because he was greedy and wanted every last whimper he could wring from her.
    When her body quieted, collapsing bonelessly beneath him, Knox crawled up to lie on the sand beside her.
    Wrapping his arms around her body, he pulled her back against him.
    They were both breathing hard. He could feel the knock of her heart against the band of his arm where it stretched across her chest.
    He should probably find her clothes, cover her up. It would likely get a little chilly in the middle of the night, even if they were in the Caribbean.
    But he didn’t have the energy or the willpower to let her go right now.
    For some strange reason, the thought of not touching her sent panic fluttering through his belly.
    Slowly, her breathing evened and her heartbeat returned to normal. She stirred in his arms. At first, he tightened his hold, thinking she was trying to put distance between them. And he wasn’t ready to let her do that.
    But when he realized she just wanted to reposition herself, he let her go.
    She rolled, turning so that they were face-to-face with the fire at her back.
    She glanced up at him and then back down. “You didn’t...”
    Knox tangled his fingers in her hair, bending her back so he could look her in the eye. “No. That was for you.”
    “Oh.”
    Her body stiffened. Tucked so tightly against his, it was a cue that was damn near impossible to miss.
    Little white teeth dug into her bottom lip, but the move couldn’t completely hide the pull of a frown. Nodding, she slipped away, and this time he let her go.
    Standing up, she prowled through the dark. Knox rolled onto his back to watch her slip her clothes back on beneath the cover of the shadows.
    Somehow it felt like a metaphor for whatever had just happened.
    He was confused by her reaction. He’d just given her a damn good orgasm and denied himself one too because he didn’t want to take advantage of her when her judgment was impaired.
    Vaulting to his feet, Knox moved after her. Grasping her arm, he urged her around to face him.
    “What’s wrong, Avery?” His voice was slow and deliberate. Maybe a little tighter than he’d meant, but that was probably because his dick was so damn hard he was fairly sure that any second it was going to punch through the steel zipper holding his shorts closed.
    “Nothing.”
    Oh, no, she didn’t.
    Burying his hand in the hair at her nape, Knox pulled her up on her toes and fused his mouth with hers. It was the best way he knew to bleed off some of the tension before he exploded.
    He was panting and she was glaring when he pulled back seconds later. But she’d responded to him, opening her mouth and tangling her tongue with his when he invaded.
    “We both know that’s a lie, doc. Want to try that again?”
    “I just...” Her gaze slipped away from him. And her body sagged in his hold. He drew her closer, sharing his strength.
    “I’m not used to this kind of thing. Sex for the sake of sex. I’ve only had three lovers. And, frankly, none of them ever came close to making me feel what you just did. It...” She finally looked back at him, her expression filled with confusion. “...bothers me that you didn’t take anything. I feel like I owe you now. I wasn’t looking for a pity orgasm.”
    Jesus, this woman was