Page 67 of Pucking Knox
I continue, "I never tried to change you. This actually all started because ofwhoyouare. Your reputation. Myrebellious little phase." I chuckle like I’ve gone mad. "That phase has gone out the window. And honestly, I don’t even know if you’re going to like the real me. Because the person I’ve been this whole time is not the perfect act I always put on. And the girl I am deep down, the Senator’s daughter, sheisperfect. She would never put up with your shit."
"Okay. So, you’re saying I don’t know you?"
I nod. "That’s exactly what I’m saying."
He steps towards me, and I take a step back.
"What’re you doing?" I ask.
His eyes narrow in on me. "I know you, Kennedy Walter. Miss Walter. Princess." He sighs, and it does something to my inner thighs. "Girl, do I fucking know you."
He starts pacing the room. And I don’t like the cocky, arrogant man I see before me. Like he’s a predator and I’m his prey. This reminds me exactly why I’ve stayed far away from guys like Knox. Tall. Brooding. Moves like an animal. Impulsive.Dangerous.
"You forget that I’m best friends with your brother. And this little act you’ve been putting on for the world to see isn’t who you really are."
"Hmm?" I blink slowly, keeping my eyes on his.
His smile is deadly. "You just want people to think that you’re a good girl, Kenny, but I see you. The beach house? My dick in your mouth."
"Excuse me?" I cross my arms as my insides twist.
He smiles. "You have a dirty mouth for a virgin."
I stare at him, anger boiling in my blood. And I want to punch myself for the throb beginning between my legs.
"I already apologized, baby." He licks his lips. "I know I fucked up. But you can’t ignore me." He walks up to me and removes my crossed arms. "I’m not fucking going anywhere, okay. I promise." He grabs my hand and places it on his chest. "This is yours. Only yours." He pulls both my hands to his lips and then kisses my knuckles. "This." He places my hands around his neck. "This head of mine…only thinks about you."
I inhale at our proximity. He pulls me in, and I can feel every inch of his hard body.
"And that…" His cock lightly rubs against me. "…is only yours. Understand?"
I nod, staring into his eyes, wondering if he’s feeding me lies.
"And this." He kisses my forehead down to my cheek. "I pray only thinks about me." I allow him to trace the outline of my spine with his fingers. "And that this." He leans down kissing my chest. I inhale at the softness of his lips. "Heart is relentlessbecause I’m not an easy man to love." His lips stay on my skin as he speaks. "I have rough edges. An occasional blackeye and––"
"Knox," I breathe, unable to handle his lips so intimate on my skin. "I want to take it slow."
He nods. "There’s that good girl. I’ve been waiting for her to come out and play."
I grab his head. "What is that supposed to mean?"
He relaxes under my hold. "Baby, why do you think I didn’t fuck you the first chance I had? I knew you would want to take it slow, but I got you, okay? I know exactly what you need."
"You do?" I ask. "Is that why you’re being like this?"
He tucks my hair behind my ear. "I’m being like this because I fucking miss you. And I can tell you’ve shut down. You’re shutting me out. I can’t stand it."
"Because I can’t trust you."
"Baby, you can," he promises. "I’ll spend every day proving it to you. I may have fucked up at the combine, but I’ll still go pro. I’ll be rich and give you everything you’ve ever wanted, Kenny. I know you won’t be with me if I’m some alcoholic fighting in bars."
I laugh. "That is not a good look."
His mouth is near mine as he smiles. "No more bar fights. No more alcohol spirals. Just you, me, and hockey."
He lifts me off my feet and spins. I hold onto him and laugh as the butterflies tickle my insides. "Knox! Knox! Put me down." I throw my head back and laugh. I land on my bed as he hovers above me.
"Tell me to leave and I will."
