Page 82 of Pucking Knox
"Even the campaign photographers?"
"Especially them." I press our foreheads together. "Let them see the senator's daughter thoroughly loved."
Her breath catches. "You're so bad."
"You love it."
"I do." She kisses me softly. "Love you. All of you."
The words still hit like lightning. Still make my heart race and my blood burn and my hands itch to touch her.
"Show me," I whisper against her lips.
"Here?" Her laugh is breathless. "In the middle of the campus?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere." I pull her closer. "Want you all the time."
"Mr. Thompson." But her voice shakes as my hands wander. "Such scandalous behavior."
"You haven't seen scandalous yet, Princess."
We end up at the beach house, unable to wait any longer. Make love in the pool where this all started, then again on the couch, then in her childhood bedroom until we're both breathless and aching.
"We should eat something," she murmurs against my chest later.
"Mmm." I trace the marks I've left on her neck. "Got other ideas for keeping up our energy."
"Insatiable." But she straddles me anyway, making me groan. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want." I sit up to kiss her. "Forever."
Her smile could light cities. "Promise?"
"Promise." I touch the ring on her finger. "You're stuck with me now, Princess."
"Good." She rolls her hips, making me curse. "Because I have plans for you."
"Yeah?" My hands grip her waist. "What kind of plans?"
Her smile turns wicked. "Sawyer's gone all weekend..."
The invitation in her voice makes my blood burn.
"Is that so?" I flip us so she's under me. "And what exactly are you suggesting, Miss Walters?"
"That maybe..." She arches as I kiss down her body. "Maybe Mr. Thompson could help me with some... extracurricular activities?"
I groan into her skin. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go though."
I silence her with a kiss that promises everything.
Because this is us now - playful and passionate and completely in love. No more pretending. No more holding back. Just us, building something real.
My phone buzzes – probably Ace wondering where we are. Or Coach with practice schedules. Or the world trying to interrupt.
But nothing matters except Kennedy in my arms, smiling up at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
