Page 16 of Possessed By Knox
She looks up, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Don’t call me that.”
“You’re so easy to rile up.” I laugh, brushing a thumb over her reddened cheek because I can’t keep my hands off her. “So, little bird, how about a second chance?”
“Huh?”
I lean in and kiss her. Now that I’ve tasted her, I find that I can’t keep my lips off her either. “How about another chance?” I murmur against her lips. “I think I’ll get it right this time.”
“Another chance for what?” she pants.
“To get this date right,” I say, combing my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of it under my fingers. “I know just the place to take you. Have you ever ridden a Ferris wheel?”
She blinks up at me, and I can’t help but grin at how adorable she looks. “Are you serious? That stuff is for kids.”
I laugh, dropping my forehead to hers as I realize that trying to convince her to stay in the city is no longer a game, but a matter of survival. Ineedher here.
“You’ll like it. I promise.”
Chapter Five
Ruth
I like it. Damn it.
My face is flushed, and I’m grinning like a maniac when we get off the Ferris wheel, after riding it three times in a row. My hair is in tangles from the wind, and I thought I’d be more nervous about the height, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life. Well, if I don’t count the little thing Knox and I had at the conservatory, which I don’t. Experiencing what I just did is a different kind of joy.
It’s ironic, really—that I would find peace in a rowdy place like this, but feel stress and anxiety in places most people would typically associate with calmness. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my parents often took me to spots with the same climate as the conservatory. Calm and composed, controlled environments. They would rather commit themselves to a mental asylum than take their kids to a park with actual children’s games.They constantly reminded me that they were raising a cultured young lady and thus, I wasn’t allowed to do anything remotely childish. [KB25]
Even the park we frequented as kids was privately owned and felt quite sterile and pretentious with its manicured lawns and exotic flowers. I was always hyperaware of all the rules andoverly conscious of the security cameras around the place. There was no freedom, not in my home and definitely not in a park that was built with no child in mind.
This is different.
I look up at the people climbing into the Ferris wheel, the smiling faces of the kids and teens. Watching them experience what I never could doesn’t make me as sad as I thought it would.
I’m still smiling when I look away from them and to the mountain of a man walking beside me. He’s getting a lot of stares, and not just because he’s built like a literal tree or the club patches all over his jacket, but because of that gorgeous face.
There’s something about the way the sun hits his hair, turning it the shade of polished mahogany. His eyes, narrowed on the crowd, are a captivating mix of brown and green, holding a depth that seems to swallow the light. He’s a work of art, andI realize I’d be content to simply stare at him for hours. [KB26]My eyes fall to his strong jawline, chiseled with almost painful precision, and to his firm mouth that I can still feel against mine.
He kissed me.
I can’t get that bit out of my mind. I’ve seen people kiss before, in films, and it was always soft and romantic. Under the brilliant lighting of a setting sun or the shade of a leafy tree on a cool afternoon. It always looked…delicate.
There was nothing soft or delicate about the way Knox’s mouth slammed down on me, his tongue entering me possessively. Or the way my heart hammered at the move, nearly beating its way out of my chest. And when he touched me…
My eyes drop to his hands. So large. Veined and calloused.
Is it a wonder that I want to feel those hands on my body again, or that mouth pressed hard against mine?
I could drop to my knees this very second, lick your wet little pussy until you’re crying and begging.
“So, how did I do?”
“Huh?” My eyes shoot up in alarm, and for a second, I think he’s looking for a review after fingering me in a very public area. Is he really asking me about how I felt about letting a man I barely know touch my most intimate parts with no self-preservation at all? “Ah…you…um.”
“Ruth?”
“Good.” My voice comes out in a sigh. “It felt…um, good.”
“I meant the ride on the Ferris wheel.”
