Page 36 of Quarantine Crush
“What am I thinking right now?”
I laugh. “Probably something dirty in order to embarrass me.”
His smile turns devilish. “Getting warmer,” he urges.
I shake my head. “I’m not falling for this. You just want to hear me say the word nipple or penis or something.”
He puts his hand over his heart in mock outrage. “I would never.” Then his lips twitch. “Besides, my thoughts aren’t about either of those parts. I’m more of a neck man myself.”
My brows lift at that. “Neck? Seriously?”
“Don’t laugh,” he warns.
“I would never,” I say, tossing his words back at him.
He hesitates. For a second, I don’t think he’ll respond, but then he seems to give in and says, “There’s nothing sexier than the curve of a bared neck or the dip in a collarbone.”
“So you’re telling me that when you’re out at a bar with your new British mates, you’re like...get a look at the neck on that one!”
“You promised not to laugh,” he scolds.
“Okay, okay.” I press my lips together to keep from laughing and turn my head, arching my neck. “Seriously, this is what does it for you?”
But he’s not laughing anymore. His gaze dips to my throat, and his eyelids are hooded as he studies the line of my body. “Don’t forget about the hair up,” he murmurs, grabbing the long waves in his fist and lifting them off my neck.
I blink, suddenly very aware of how close our faces are. My breath hitches, and I know if I turn my head, our mouths will be close enough to brush.
Knox’s gaze rakes across the skin left bare by my sweater, his eyes flicking from my neck to my lips, and my pulse races.
My nipples, the traitorous bitches, stand right to attention as if they alone can convince him to close the distance.
Knox inches forward.
Holy shit.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
My brain loses its grip on reality, and suddenly the Earth is tilting on its axis.
I close my eyes, aware of nothing except the delicious anticipation of the feel of his mouth on mine. I shiver as a vibration starts deep in my core, a gasp falling from my lips.
I swear to baby Jesus I can hear angels singing.
The air shifts, and when I open my eyes again, Knox is letting go of my hair and leaning away.
My hair falls down around my shoulders, the long honey-colored strands tickling my bare arms, and my tits sag in actual sadness.My condolences, girls.
Knox is still looking at me with a strange sort of expectancy. I open my mouth, prepared to beg him to kiss me if necessary, but a strange tinkling sound finally catches my attention.
Knox must see my look of confusion because he clears his throat and motions to my ass. “Unless you left your vibrator in between the couch cushions, I think you’re getting a call.”
My cheeks flame, and I jump up, hands fumbling for my back pocket. “Shit.”
I frown down at the phone, groaning internally at the name on the screen. Of course. The OG clam jams.
“It’s the dads,” I tell him, biting my lip.
Knox chuckles. “They always did know when we were up to no good,” he mutters under his breath.
