KNOX’S POV
I cleaned her up gently, wiping away the aftermath of what we just shared. My release was still leaking between her thighs, but she didn’t move. She just lay there, drowsy, flushed, stunning.
She looked like heaven wrapped in chaos. And I was addicted to the storm.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Couldn’t help myself. They were too damn soft, too damn perfect.
Then she whispered, barely audible, “Knox… what is this?”
Shit.
I paused, my mouth hovering above hers. Honesty tried to claw its way up my throat, but I panicked. I defaulted to the only armor I had left: cocky indifference.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, and then added with a smirk I didn’t feel, “but I do know this s****l tension is off the charts, and I wanna f**k you constantly.”
She pulled ba
