Page 84 of Bad Wolf

His eyes blaze a trail over my outfit, an outfit I’m now berating myself over wearing, as he steps into the apartment.

I move around him to close the door, turning the deadbolt to lock it. My hand lifts and he crowds me.

“You think we’ve changed, and we have, but there are some things I still know so well about you. I might have tried to forget. I might have tried to obliterate every memory I had of us. Of you. But I know exactly what’s going on here.” His fingertips trace the lines of my crisscross sports bra.

My breath hitches.

“I can think of something way better than the dance show you were about to have.”

He’s lost the jacket, thrown it somewhere I don’t see.

I expel a breath when he pulls my hair out of its tie and then gathers it back up into his hand, and twists. He pulls my head to the side and runs his nose from my ear and down my neck to my shoulder.

Pressing me further into the door, covering me with his entire body. His eyes search over the side of my face,

“I just can’t go another second. I’ll die if I don’t.” Knox’s lips hit my neck. Gentle and soft.

Now this is the Knox I remember. Chasing after what he wants.

A voice shouts in my head.Don’t jump in like this. You’ve got time now.

It feels so good though, being surrounded by him again. Engulfed by him.

“You still smell the same,” he mutters against my skin.

“You don’t,” I whisper back.

He starts his path again, but this time it’s his lips pressing featherlight kisses to my now heated skin, and he hardens against the small of my back.

“We still have a lot to talk about,” I whimper.

He nods against my skin, “I know.” Then his tongue flicks out, hot and wet.

One path. A matter of inches and he has my body humming. But then he stops. Tugs my hair tighter, and angles my head lower.

“What’s. What’s this?”

“I…” I try to move my head but his fist is wound so tight, the grip he has on me means I can’t move to face him.

“Wren. What is this?”

“It’s a ta-tattoo.”

“I can see that.” His thumb pushes down on it. Roughly. His eyes look to mine and then back to the tiny red “A” with a pretty heart etched below it.

“I had it done not long after we broke up. I was in a bad place, and I needed something to ground me. Needed to feel something, anything. So, I went and had it done. It’s small but it’s—”

“Mine.” His eyes blaze, “It’s mine.” He loosens off his grip slightly, and dips to kiss the tiny brand. Lick it. Taste it.

“Turn around,” he commands, leaning back the tiniest amount for me to turn, and then he’s plastering himself against me again, his hard length pressing into my stomach. Both hands planted against the door beside my head.

Caging me in.

His lips fall onto mine, slow and tentative. I close my eyes, tiny fireworks bursting behind my eyelids. It’s sweet. Until my lips part.

There’s no preamble after the first swipe of his tongue. Gone is the softness of his kiss and it’s replaced by feverous need. His kiss is punishing. Blistering hot, and unrelenting.

He tilts his head to get a better angle, I try to match his pace, try to keep up with hm, but it’s like he’s lost.

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