Knock Love Out (A Sensual New Adult Crossover Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

ink along his skin there. A collection of roses. He pulls me onto his hips, keeping his hands on my thighs. I can feel all of him against all of me .
    “I wonder how long it will take your husband to miss you, while I have you here, all alone.”
    “He’s probably just pissed off because I haven’t brought him back his stupid ice cream.”
    “Ice cream,” he muses, smoothing his hands over my skin, up my spine and back down to my legs. “All of this and he cares about ice cream ?”
    I shrug, looking away from his eyes.
    His hold tightens. “What would you want to be if you could be anything, Lilla? Same thing you asked me, your turn to answer. And—if you say Mariah Carey, I’m fucking drowning you.”
    I laugh, just like in the store earlier. That good, needed break of tension. My fingers begin to become copycats to Cash’s, playing with the damp hair at the nape of his neck.
    “Some days I want to be a ballerina. Others, a famous chef. Yesterday, I think I wanted to be a gypsy, just traveling around the world, completely no direction, but just going , you know?”
    He smiles appreciatively. “We should. We could . Tonight, we could drive anywhere, no problem.”
    My heart quickens. “Where would I say I was?”
    “Does it fucking matter?”
    “W-well what if he calls the cops or something? Thinks I’ve been abducted?”
    “You have been.”
    I laugh. “And what about your job? They’ll wonder where you are.”
    “I told you I don’t care.”
    “You must care on some level, or else, you wouldn’t be working there.”
    “I care about my parents, true. The job? I don’t think twice about it. Besides, my father would never fire me. He’ll be pissed off for a week or two, but he’ll get over it. He knows it’s not in my heart.”
    “Where would we go?”
    “Stop thinking. Thinking always fucks things up.” He releases me, swimming back towards the grass. I follow, feeling flushed as he watches me walk to my clothes, picking them up, not even attempting to hide his ogling.
    “Come here, Lil.”
    I walk to him. His hands turn me around. I feel the clasp of my bra toyed with and I close my eyes, trying to obey and not think. Just go with whatever is happening. As crazy as it seems.
    He pulls the wet straps down and discards the bra on the grass.
    “Arms up.”
    I raise my hands to the sky and soft cotton that smells like him is pulled over my head. His fingers slide slowly down my spine, then under the shirt, tugging at my underwear, sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, one foot at a time. My heart beating in rhythm to the pulsing I feel further south. His fingers grip the fabric of my shirt tightly in the back.
    His mouth moves to my ear, whispering, “You feel alive, now, don’t you?”
    “Almost,” I rasp, leaning back into him, wanting to find a girl who acts upon her needs. He grips my hips tightly as I press against his wet underwear, feeling his erection against me.
    “The groundskeeper is probably watching us,” he comments, but it doesn’t sound like a warning. “Is that what you like, Lilla? Someone watching as you get fucked?”
    It’s been too long to know what I like. All I know is what I need.
    He holds me against him, tipping my chin up, making eye contact. “I won’t judge. Tell me, Lil.” I can’t speak. Just swallow. A soft kiss dots my nose. “I didn’t think so.” Cash steps in front of me, scooping my pants from the ground. He kneels in front of me, lifting my foot to slide on one pant-leg, then the other, pulling them up.
    Cash tugs down his underwear unabashedly, placing his own pants back on.
    A hand is offered to me, but then a grin creeps over his mouth. He steps around me, bending at his knees, tugging my own as he lifts me on his back. I hold on tightly as he starts walking.
    “Where to, Lilla?” he asks, exiting the park.
    I cling to him, burying my face into his warm shoulder, against the shading of the roses tattooed on him.
    “Wherever