Knox:
As soon as she whispered, “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”—I was done.
That was the match.
And I’d been standing in gasoline ever since I saw her.
We crashed into each other again, mouths colliding like it was life or death. I barely remembered grabbing her waist, backing her into the wall, devouring the soft moan that broke free from her lips when she yanked my shirt tighter.
I wasn’t even thinking—just feeling.
And f**k, it felt good. Real.
I don’t know if I kissed her or if she kissed me. I just know one second I had a grip on my sanity, and the next, she was pulling me by the collar down one of the back halls, fingers laced in mine like she couldn’t stand to let go.
She opened one of the private room doors and backed inside like she owned the place.
No hesitatio
