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Knox pushed himself off me and reached behind him, grabbing the neck of his shirt and yanking it off with one efficient move.
It was not fair how hot that was. The man was just taking off his shirt, but I swore I had a mini-o****m just from the effortlessly sexy move.
“What?” he asked, a tentative smile lifting one side of his delectable mouth.
I shook my head. “You make the smallest things ridiculously sexy.”
He c****d an eyebrow. “Taking off my shirt is sexy?”
I lifted my hands to his warm skin and nodded. “I mean, yes, definitely, but not just because it means I get my hands on you.”
“Am I going to get my hands on you?”
I nodded and pulled him down on top of me again. “In a minute.”
He chuckled as our lips met again. He eased mine open with his tongue, his weight sinking ont
