Page 14 of Pucking Knox
Her breath catches. Across the table, Sawyer and Maddie suddenly become very interested in their phones.
"For what exactly?"
I lean closer, pitching my voice low. "A lesson. The kind that requires privacy, Princess."
"I..." She swallows hard. "Your place. Eight o'clock?"
"Don't be late."
I feel Ace's eyes on us the rest of dinner. He's sitting at the far end with the other senior players, but his attention keeps drifting our way. Especially when Kennedy laughs at something I say, or when my hand finds its way to her neck, or when she steals food off my plate like she's been doing it forever.
It's too comfortable. Too easy. Too much like something real.
Eight o'clock comes too quickly and not quickly enough.
She shows up wearing the same sweater but with tiny shorts underneath that make me want to break every rule I've set. Her hair is down, falling in waves that beg for my hands.
"Nice room," she says, walking in. "So... what's tonight's lesson?"
I cross to her slowly, backing her against the bookshelf. "Depends. How much are you willing to learn?"
"I..." Her eyes drop to my mouth. "I'm a good student."
"Prove it." I brace one hand beside her head, caging her in. "Kiss me like you did at the coffee shop."
She doesn't hesitate. Her hands fist in my shirt as she pulls me down, mouth hot and demanding against mine. I let her control it for a moment, enjoying her eagerness, before taking over.
One hand finds her hair, angling her head how I want it. The other slides to her hip, pulling her flush against me. She gasps into my mouth and I take advantage, deepening the kiss until she's making those little sounds that drive me crazy.
"Good girl," I murmur against her lips, and she actually whimpers.
My hand slides lower, finding bare skin where her sweater has ridden up. She arches into the touch, and suddenly I'm very aware of how little she's wearing. How easy it would be to—
No.
With more control than I knew I had, I step back. We're both breathing hard, and the sight of her – lips swollen, pupils blown, skin flushed – nearly breaks my resolve.
"That's enough for tonight."
"What?" She blinks at me, dazed. "But we—"
"Trust me, Princess." I adjust my jeans pointedly. "Anymore and I won't be able to stop."
She steps forward with that rebellious expression. She reaches for my pants. "You want me."
Understanding floods her face, followed by something like triumph.
"You're not ready for what I want to do to you."
"I'm not some fragile—"
"Kennedy." I cut her off before she can rile me up again. "Go home. Get some sleep. We'll continue this another time."
"No," she demands, testing my limit.
She rubs my dick over my jeans, so I grab her hands. She reaches for my dick again, so now I force her against the wall and pin her arms above her head. Her breathing falters.
"What?" she provokes me with her bedroom eyes.
