Page 76 of Pucking Knox
He kisses me then – soft and sweet and full of promise. When he pulls back, his eyes shine with something that looks like hope.
"I have something for you." He reaches into his jacket. "Not... not what you might think. Not yet. But a promise."
A ring. My heart crawls up my throat. A perfect golden ring with a green emerald that matches my eyes.
"Knox," I gasp.
"It's not an engagement ring," he says quickly. "Not yet. But it's a promise. That I'm in this. That I choose you every day. That I'll spend forever proving I fucking love you more than I can ever explain."
Tears blur my vision as he slides it onto my right hand.
"It's perfect," I whisper.
"You're perfect." He kisses my knuckles. "Every version of you. The senator's daughter. The girl who blackmailed me. The woman who loves me exactly as I am."
"Even when I make you work for it?"
His laugh rumbles through me. "Especially then. Love watching you play perfect while driving me fucking mad."
"Speaking of driving you crazy..." I reach into my purse. "I have something for you too."
The paper is small, folded carefully. Inside, I've drawn a single cherry in red ink.
His breath catches as understanding dawns.
"Princess..."
"It's yours." My voice shakes slightly. "If you still want it."
"If I still want it?" His eyes search mine. "Because we can wait. I'll wait forever if that's what you need."
"I'm sure." I move closer, straddling his lap. "I want this. Want you. Want everything with you."
He groans as I roll my hips. "Here?"
"Take me home," I whisper against his mouth. "Show me what forever feels like."
Knox's house is dark when we arrive, a note from Ace on the counter.
At Grey's. Don't screw this up.
"Your brother knows me too well," Knox says against my neck as he presses me against his bedroom door.
"Less talking about my brother." I tug his tie loose. "More showing me what you've been promising all these months."
His laugh turns to a groan as I unbutton his shirt. "Still so bossy, Princess."
"You love it."
"I love you." He pulls back to meet my eyes. "Every fiery, demanding, perfect inch of you."
The words hit differently now. No fear. No holding back. Just us, finally ready for everything.
"Show me," I whisper.
He takes his time undressing me, worshipping every inch of exposed skin like he's memorizing me. When I try to rush, he pins my hands above my head.
"Let me love you properly," he murmurs. "Let me show you exactly what you mean to me."
