Knox POV
She glares, then reaches up. Slowly, with fingers trembling and mouth set, she peels the bra over her head and drops it beside her leggings.
I breathe in slowly. f**k, she’s gorgeous.
She crosses her arms, but not to cover herself, it’s like she’s squaring up for war. “Lets keep going,” she says.
“You sure?” I ask, stepping close. My voice is low and rough. “One more and you’re either making me bleed, or I’m going to break you down to nothing, inch by inch.”
She tilts her head, eyes burning with stubborn fire. “Let’s see if you can still focus when I’m wearing less than your patience.”
God, she’s trouble. And I want every damn second of it.
Her eyes are lit with mischief, and every inch of her posture is daring me to keep playing, to keep pushing until one of us breaks. She
