Chill bumps danced across her skin.

Knox hiked her hips up and aligned his cock, pushing into her on a slow glide. Then he stopped.

“Something wrong?”

“Everything is right when I’m inside you. I just wanted to watch your body swallowing my cock.”

She bore down on him when he was buried fully.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last long.”

“Come when you want, remember?”

He pressed his chest into her back. “Which only means I’ll wait until you come again.” He nibbled on her ear. “That’s guaranteed to set me off.” He lifted up, and his thrusts intensified.

She snaked her hand between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit. She probably couldn’t come again so soon, but the fantastic way he was fucking her had definitely gotten her juices flowing.

Knox’s hand started moving across her back, making long draws with his fingers like he was dragging them down a chalkboard.

Oh yeah, that was good.

“You like that,” he murmured.

The more he touched her, the more her body responded. Then his hot breath fanned her shoulder. “Tell me what will get you there.”

“Keep your hands on me.”

As soon as Knox returned to the hard, sweeping press of his fingers, that tingling sensation started in her tailbone.

Shiori wasn’t even touching her clit when she started to come. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and the pulsing rush happened deep inside her, sending another wash of vibrations through her.

“Jesus. Yes.” Knox kept the same rhythm as he reached that point. She felt his cock jerking within her as his balls emptied.

He let out another grunt and started to slow the pumping of his hips. Before he stopped moving entirely, he pressed his chest into her back and dragged an openmouthed kiss from behind her ear to the ball of her shoulder. “You are amazing. Thank you.” He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, taking a moment to kiss her thoroughly before he went to ditch the condom.

Now Shiori was too hyped up to go back to sleep. When Knox appeared by the side of the bed, he’d already slipped his lounge pants back on.

He held out his hand. “I’ll finish cooking you breakfast.”

“I’m not doing the walk of shame even in your kitchen by putting my club clothes back on. Do you have anything I could wear?”

Knox rummaged in the closet. He handed her a long-sleeved white shirt.

“This?”

He shrugged. “I wanna see you in one of my shirts, knowing you’ve got nothing on beneath it.”

She shoved her arms into the sleeves. “Speaking of shirts? Only button-up or snap shirts when you’re with me. I hate having to fight to get my hands on your chest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The tail of Knox’s shirt brushed her knees. There seemed to be six inches of material left over in the sleeves. She stopped in front of him. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look ridiculously sexy.” He rolled the cuffs up past her elbows. “There. Now you look perfect.” He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t know what the hell happened to your panties.”

“Do you have shorts with a drawstring? I don’t want to leave cooter marks all over your kitchen.”

He laughed. He opened the top drawer in his dresser and fished around until he found a pair of boxers. “Best I can do.”

“That’ll work.” She slipped them on and followed him into the kitchen.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted eggs. Or I can make pancakes or French toast.”

“Eggs would be great. Scrambled, please.”

“Coming right up.” Knox curled his hands around her waist and said, “Jump up,” and hoisted her onto the counter.

Shiori swiped a piece of bacon off the rack and watched Knox crack four eggs and whip them with milk. Then he threw a pat of butter in the pan. When it sizzled, he poured in the egg mixture and dropped two pieces of bread in the toaster.

“I’d ask if there’s anything I could do to help, but I’d probably electrocute us or burn the place down.”

“No worries. I’ve got this handled.”

“I like watching you cook.”

Knox looked up, surprise on his face. “Really? Why?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never really had a man cook for me before.” Fearing she’d said too much, she added, “And because I can see the muscles in your biceps flexing as you’re whipping eggs. It’s sexy.”

Then he was in her face. “Right now I wish I were a five-star chef so I could wow you with some fancy dish.”