Page 38 of Pucking Knox
He pauses halfway out to kiss me thoroughly. "Worth it."
I'm still grinning when the RA enters, finding nothing but a rumpled bed and the lingering scent of Knox's cologne.
My phone buzzes an hour later during class.
Knox: Got caught climbing down. Two weeks banned from the girl’s dorms.
I bite back a smile.
Kennedy: Guess you'll have to sneak me into your room instead
Knox: Ready for round two already, Princess?
The rest of the week passes in a happy blur. Knox is everywhere – walking me to class, stealing kisses between practices, showing up with coffee during my study sessions. It's like the gala fight never happened.
"Spring break plans?" he asks during team dinner, his hand warm on my thigh under the table.
"Family vacation house in Martha's Vineyard." I turn to face him. "Want to come?"
His eyebrows shoot up. "To your family vacation?"
"Just me and Ace this year. Parents are campaigning." I lean closer. "Big empty house... private beach... my bedroom far from everyone else's..."
"Jesus, Kennedy." His fingers dig into my leg. "Your brother's right there."
"Then stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're imagining all the things you want to do to me."
His eyes darken. "Careful, Princess."
"Or what?" I lean in, whispering in his face playfully.
Instead of answering, he stands abruptly. "We're going for a walk."
"We are?"
He practically drags me out of the restaurant, ignoring Ace's suspicious look. The moment we're alone in the parking lot, he presses me against his truck.
"You're playing with fire," he growls before kissing me senselessly.
I sink into it, loving how he surrounds me – the solid warmth of his chest, the way his hands span my waist, the familiar smell of leather and ice.
"Come to Martha’s Vineyard with me," I whisper against his mouth.
"Baby."
"Not for that." Though my body screams otherwise. "Just... be with me. Hold me. Let me fall asleep listening to your heartbeat again."
He pulls back enough to study my face.
"I think I'm falling in love with you." The words come easily now. "I’m sorry about the blackmail. I’m sorry about the fake dating thing."
"Kenny." His voice cracks.
"Yes?"
