Danielle POV
His hands grip my hips hard, fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who’s in control. Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my stomach like it’s nothing. His weight presses down against me, heat radiating off him like a second skin.
For a second, I let him have it. His need to claim, to take, to ground himself in control, part of me understands it. But we had plans.
I roll back over and shove at his chest, pushing until I can breathe again. “We had plans, Knox.”
He leans down, his mouth aiming for mine like he thinks a kiss will silence me, but I slap my hand over his lips before he gets there.
“Delayed plans, Red. Very delayed,” he mutters against my palm.
“No. We stick to the plan. You promised me a surprise, remember? I want it.”
He pulls back sl
