Midnight Muse

“Falling for me hard there, Princess?” Knox teases, his thumb slipping underneath the hem of my shirt to trace my skin. A shiver zips up my spine despite the heat of the bar and I lean into him, relaxing against his strong body.

I ignore his jibe but can’t ignore the way his cock is jabbing my backside. I roll my lip between my teeth, biting back the moan that threatens to slip from them. We only just arrived and Knox is acting like he’s ready to drag me right the hell out of here and all I’ve done is wiggled my hips a little.

Sometimes, he’s too easy.

“Think Slate is coming back?” I ask over my shoulder, trying to distract myself from the wetness gathering between my legs when Knox subtlety rubs against me again. His hand at my waist has gone from a soft swipe of his thumb to his palm flat against my stomach, the tips of his fingers trying to wedge themselves into the waistband of my panties.

I squeal at the sudden abruptness of Knox spinning me around. My drink sloshes over the brim of my cup and down my arm as I stare up at him wide eyed and confused.

The song changes, melting effortlessly into the next one. It’s quicker, sexier, or maybe I’m just thinking that because Knox is gluing our bodies back together, his hips circling, his large hand guiding mine in a slow grind.

His eyes are all pupil and he uses the curve of his knuckle to close my dropped jaw, the other wrapped firmly around me again, keeping my hips pinned to his as we dance to the music.

Knox’s breath is hot as he nips my earlobe before whispering, “I don’t want to hear another man’s name come out of your mouth right now.” He rubs his cock against me with intention; I gasp and he smirks. “Now, close that pretty mouth of yours before I shove my cock in it.”

My head falls back on my shoulders at the thought of that perfect cock of his pressing into my throat, pushing the air from my lungs, praising me as I take him all the way to the hilt.

It’s all I can do to keep the moan from creeping up my throat, but the music helps drown it out.

“Knox.” I mean to scold, but it comes out like a whimper.

Fuck, I’ve only had two sips of this drink and I know it’s not already going to my head. It’s Knox. He’s my undoing, what I thought I’d never find. I’ve had boyfriends before, and hopes to find one that treats me like he does, that supports me and learns with me and adores me like he does.

He doesn’t even have to touch me. He could just look at me with those big green eyes and I’d melt for him. I wrap my arms around his neck as we lose the night in each other, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath a soft pant against my lips.

My nipples tighten beneath the fabric of my shirt and I know he feels them pressing against his chest from the way that his eyes gleam, the way that his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He looks like he’s still hungry, and I’m his next meal.

I fucking love it.

I lose all sense of our surroundings as we grind against each other in the middle of this dance-floor with the lights beating down on us and the music drowning out the noises he keeps drawing from my lips. As far as I’m concerned, we’re alone, his body pressed up against mine in the midnight hours, like we’re meant to be.

“What do you want, Princess?” Knox asks me, staring down at me intently. He towers over me, and I love the way he’s holding me so tightly, like I might just slip away at the stroke of midnight.

“You,” I answer immediately, because there’s no need to think about it. There’s no other answer. I want him at all hours of the day, throughout the night. When neither of us can sleep and we’re curled around each other, whispering into the dark like it’s our safe haven. I want him and his shaky hands, the ones that make me tremble. I want his dark hair and broody nature, the way he only opens up for those closest to him.

“Do you know what I want?” He asks, voice throaty and low. I wouldn’t be able to pick it up over the music if he weren’t right in my ear.

“Me?” I guess, and his laugh makes my heart soar.

“Yes,” Knox chuckles, nipping the shell of my ear playfully. “But do you know what I want to do to you?”

Fuck, I might just come right here in the middle of this dance-floor like some whore. The way we’re grinding up against each other like a couple of horny college students, which we are. Like our friends aren’t in the same bar as us, like there aren’t other people watching us.

Someone bumps into us and my drink sloshes over the rim of my glass again. Knox straightens to glower at whoever it was, but the iciness of my drink sobers me a little. Enough to have a witty reply on the tip of my tongue when he steps back into our bubble.

“Draw me like one of your French girls?” I ask, fluttering my lashes up at him.

Knox smirks and my knees go weak. The threat in his eyes makes me vibrate with pleasure.

“First, I want to take you home,” he says, and his hand strokes a long line from the base of my back up my spine, his fingers fisting my hair at my nape. My fingers scrabble against his shirt, almost tearing into the fabric as he directs my head the way that he wants, his lips trailing a teasing line up the column of my throat.

I’m fucking dripping.

“Then—” Knox’s breath is so hot against my skin that I can barely even focus on the words that are coming out of his mouth. All I can feel are his fingers tangled in my hair, his lips on my skin, and his cock grinding into my stomach. “I’m going to strip you of all of these clothes—” His other hand grabs a handful of my ass and I didn’t even realize that his drink has disappeared from his grip until now.

The thought doesn’t last long, because Knox is still talking, still trying to ruin me with words alone.

And I think he might just be able to.