I laughed. “If you want to.”
“I mean, I won’t ruin it, will I?”
“No. It’s dry. Touch away.”
He picked the painting up by the edges and moved closer to the window. I stood behind him and studied the areas I hadn’t been completely happy with, thrilled that they no longer bothered me.
Knox carried the painting back to the easel as though it would break apart in his hands if he wasn’t careful. “Is it really for me?” he asked, coming back over to where I stood.
“It really is. If you want it.”
He shook his head, smiled, and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I want to watch next time.”
“Your wish, then, is granted since I planned to do a couple more this afternoon.”
“You can do more than one in a day?”
“If I’m inspired.”
Knox nuzzled my neck. “Did I inspire you?”
It was as playful and flirtatious as he’d been since he’d asked if anyone else in my family was artistic and I’d reacted so badly.
“Tara…”
“Knox…”
“I’m having really naughty thoughts.”
“So am I.”
He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Do they involve you painting while naked?”
I might have laughed if I hadn’t seen the heat in his eyes.
“I was thinking of painting you naked.”
“Jesus.” I felt the shudder go through him at the same time he clenched my body tight to his. “That was so fucking sexy.”
I reached up and kissed him, pressing my tongue between his parted lips.
“Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you?” He murmured before bringing his lips back to mine and grasping the back of my neck to hold me still.
“I do,” I whispered, reaching around to grab the cheeks of his tight ass. I shifted my body to grind against his hardness.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
When he put his hands under my ass and lifted, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Our mouths stayed plastered together with every step up the staircase.
Knox stopped outside the bedroom door. “Are you ready for this, Tara?”
I thought for a split second about giving him a smart-ass response, as in, I’ve been ready, but Knox had had a good reason for us to wait, and I respected him for it.
“Please,” I said instead.
He carried me over to the bed, set me on the mattress, and knelt in front of me. He painstakingly slowly unfastened the buttons of my blouse. When he finally reached the bottom, I shrugged the garment from my arms. Knox leaned forward and bit my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.
“God, I love your tits.”