Knox’s POV
I come back with a handful of wet wipes, kneel behind her, and take my time—slow, deliberate strokes—cleaning her up gently. Her head is resting on the back of the couch, eyes half-lidded, watching me.
I kiss the curve of her ass between wipes, soft presses of my lips against her skin. She lets out the faintest sigh.
But when I get to that sensitive bundle of nerves, I pay extra attention. A moan escapes her, soft and unintentional. I glance up at her, and then—f**k it—I give in.
I kiss it. Just once. Just enough to taste the memory of her.
I've never done that for anyone after having s*x before.
She stares down at me, confused. “Knox… what is this?”
I pause, still crouched between her thighs. “What do you mean, what is this?”
She lifts her head, this time with more pur
