Free In Too Deep by Kira Sinclair Page B

probably meant to be soothing, but only had the molecules inside her moving faster and faster. “But I want it now. With you. Please.”
    Avery was absolutely certain that in the morning she’d hate herself for that single word and how close her voice sounded to begging. But right now, she didn’t care.
    “Please,” she whispered again, just to make sure he understood she really meant it.

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    G OD , SHE WAS ADORABLE . Who would have thought perfect little Avery Walsh would be such a cute drunk? He would have bet money she’d become weepy and emotional, the alcohol finally letting free everything she was so careful to keep bottled up.
    And, he supposed, that was what was happening. Lust was definitely a response, even if it wasn’t the one he’d expected.
    But holy hell, she was gorgeous. Her dark red hair was spread across his lap, gilded with firelight, her creamy skin luminescent as moonlight spilled across her. And those pale blue eyes...they were going to be his undoing.
    So earnest, so much heat and need.
    It hadn’t taken him long to realize the ice queen was an act, a facade she used to keep people away. What he hadn’t realized was just how tempted he would be when she finally dropped the walls.
    He needed to get her out of his lap before she noticed how hard his dick was and how close to the edge of reason he teetered.
    “Please,” she whispered, the single word ghosting across her ripe, pink lips.
    It went against every rule he lived by to even contemplate giving her what she wanted. And yet, here he was, thinking about it anyway. About how smooth and soft her skin would be. How hot and wet he could make her and how good it would feel to slide his aching cock deep inside her.
    “Dammit,” Knox murmured, right before his hands wrapped around her arms, pulling her close.
    His lips slipped across hers, teasing. A bare brush that had her chasing after more. Avery sighed, opening her mouth to him and unconsciously giving him everything.
    And it was sexy as hell, the way this buttoned-up woman with the prickly exterior just...let go and gave herself to him. It felt like a gift.
    Knowing her the way he was beginning to, he realized it
was
a gift. He hadn’t needed her to tell him she never did this kind of thing. So he was going to cherish what she was giving him.
    Wrapping an arm around her back, Knox arched her tighter against him. He tugged at her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. He wanted more. She tasted like the firelight and moonshine, sweet, smoky and hot enough to burn. And yet, there was an innocence lurking just beneath the surface as well.
    His tongue swept inside, exploring, invading, taking. He caressed her, teasing and soothing, drawing them both closer to the point of frenzy.
    He wanted to go slow, to give her an experience she wouldn’t forget. But with that first taste he knew he didn’t have the willpower. Not after fighting his desire for the past two days.
    Her mouth was soft and pliant. Knox drank in every whimper, sigh and groan like the prizes they all were.
    Avery’s fingers gripped him, silently compelling him to keep going.
    But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled away.
    He had to find some sanity or they were both going to have regrets. And that was the last thing he wanted.
    Knox had enough of those in his life.
    Avery’s judgment was impaired. He knew she wouldn’t have asked him if she’d been sober...or if they’d been on the
Amphitrite
instead of a deserted island. Which, incidentally, was his fault as well.
    So, like any good soldier, he surveyed the landscape and formulated a plan of attack that would satisfy both her need and his conscience.
    If he could hold his shit together.
    Digging down deep, Knox searched for the discipline the Navy had taught him. He was going to need it.
    Avery stared up at him, her pale blue eyes no longer cool, but a raging inferno of need. She was panting as if she’d just run a 5K.
    He could read her nervous uncertainty, liked