Page 80 of Say It Isn't So

“No spooning,” he clarified.

I expanded on that, saying, “No touching at all.”

“No playing footsies.”

“No facing each other.”

We were already breaking our rules, though, because not only were we facing each other, but under the sheets, his foot was playing with mine. Above the sheets, he was staring at me so intently that all I wanted to do was lean in.

I licked my lips as he whispered, “I think that should do it.”

“Agreed,” I whispered back, inching toward him.

He cupped my chin with his hand and grazed my lower lip with his thumb. “You’re not going to make this night easy on me, are you?”

My eyes followed his hand as they slipped down to my neck and then the top of my chest. “Knox—” His name came out more like a plea as I opened my mouth slightly and closed my eyes.

Can’t he see I’m going to combust?

Just do it already! Do something, anything, even if it’s just a light kiss.

I wanted to open my eyes, grab his neck and pull him toward me so our lips were touching. I’d never needed anything more than I needed his lips on mine.

* * *

Knox

There was only so much control a man could have and I was at my wits’ end. Even if it didn’t go any further tonight I wanted to kiss her. No, scratch that, I needed to kiss her as much as I needed the air in my lungs to survive.

Her lips were so pink and full. They were practically calling to me.

Bianca was like a siren or something, and I couldn’t deny myself any longer. Frankly, I commended myself for holding out as long as I had.

“Forget the rules,” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear.

She flicked her eyes open before closing them again as I moved toward her, and swiftly placed one hand on her cheek to cup it while the other moved behind her neck to angle her head.

* * *

Bianca

I knew the best kisses were described as fireworks, but when his lips touched mine, I heard a choir singing,Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!

I moaned against his lips.

His tongue darted out and stroked the slip between mine, trying to gain access. I parted them and let him in. He was soft and gentle but also dominating and assertive, taking the lead.

* * *

Knox

I was a fool.

I didn’t know what I was thinking.

Well, clearly, I wasn’t thinking.

I knew I was right when I’d said one kiss would never be enough with her.

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