Page 68 of Pucking Knox
I smile. "Leave."
He tries to pull away, but I sit up and meet his lips. That’s all the permission he needs to tug me higher on the bed and press his dick against my legs.
I roll my hips with his, causing him to moan.
"I’ve been so fucking stupid," he admits in between kisses. "This is all I ever want, Kenny. I just want you." He kisses me hard and then pulls back. "Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave you alone. I swear."
"I want this, Knox." I run my fingers down his chest. "It’s all I’ve ever tried to tell you. I want this so much. I wantyou."
His tongue rolls with mine as I gasp into his mouth.
He asks, "What do I have to do to, Kenny? To prove myself? To make sure you’ll always be mine?"
My pulse is everywhere right now, but I need my head to think clearly. "I need time."
"Time?" he asks, observing my face.
"And space."
He nods. "Okay." He reaches for my hand and folds his fingers with mine. "Kenny?"
"Yes."
"Thank you."
He brings his hand to his lips and kisses me. He rests his head on my shoulder as we lay with the lights on.
I didn’t think we would be doing this anytime soon, but here we are.
The problem is that it doesn’t feel wrong.
So, why is there a pit in my stomach?
Chapter 26
Draft day feels surreal.
I adjust my tie in the hotel mirror, remembering Kennedy's hands straightening it earlier at the pre-draft reception. She'd been all perfect posture and campaign smile, not a hair out of place in her designer dress.
"Your tie is crooked, Mr. Thompson," she'd said formally, every inch the senator's daughter. But her fingers had lingered just a second too long, sending heat through my blood.
She's playing a game. Has been since that night in her dorm. Being exactly what everyone expects – proper, controlled, perfect.
Except for the looks she gives me when no one's watching.
Except for how she rewards good behavior with secret touches.
Except for how fucking hot it is watching her pretend not to want me.
"Ready?" Ace appears in my doorway, already in his suit. "Car's here."
The drive to the arena is tense. We're better – not quite back to normal but getting there. He doesn't flinch when I sit next to him anymore, at least.
"Kennedy meeting us there?" I try to sound casual.
"With Dad's team." He gives me a look. "Playing perfect daughter today."
I hide my smile. If he only knew how perfect she's been playing lately – and how much it drives me crazy.
