Page 17 of Pucking Knox
Knox's eyes are dark. "Want to get out of here?"
Yes. God yes.
"What about the team?"
"They'll survive." His thumb traces my lower lip. "I have other priorities right now."
The walk to his house feels endless. The moment his door closes, he has me pressed against it, mouth hot on my neck.
"Do you know," he says between kisses, "how fucking sexy you looked watching me fight?"
I arch into him. "Yeah?"
"Saw you in the stands." His teeth graze my pulse point. "All flushed and squirming. Did it turn you on, Princess? Watching me hurt someone?"
"No," I lie, but my body betrays me when his hand slides under my shirt.
He laughs darkly. "Liar." His fingers trace the edge of my bra. "Tell the truth and maybe I'll give you what you want."
"I..." His thumb brushes across my nipple through the lace and I gasp. "Yes, okay? It was hot. You're hot. Happy?"
"Getting there." He kisses me properly then, deep and demanding, while his hands map my skin.
I lose track of time, lost in the feel of him. At some point we make it to his room, me straddling his lap while he teaches me exactly what that wicked mouth can do. My shirt disappears. His hands are everywhere.
"Knox," I whimper when he finds a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. "Please..."
"Please what?" He pulls back to look at me, pupils blown wide. "What do you want, Princess?"
You. Everything. More than we agreed to.
The thought hits like cold water. This isn’t like last time when I was feeling rebellious.
"I should go," I say suddenly, scrambling off his lap. "It's late and I have an early class and—"
"Kenny." He catches my wrist. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing! I just..." I can't look at him or I'll lose my nerve. "This is getting too..."
"Too what?"
"Too real," I whisper.
He drops my wrist like it burns. When I dare to glance at him, his expression is unreadable.
"Right," he says flatly. "Can't have that."
"Knox—"
"No." He stands, putting distance between us. "You're right. It's late."
I gather my shirt with trembling fingers, feeling his eyes on me as I dress. The walk of shame to his door feels endless.
"Kenny." His voice stops me with my hand on the doorknob. "Next time you want to play with fire? Make sure you're ready to get burned."
I flee before he can see how much that threat hits home.
Sawyer's waiting up when I get back to our room.
