Knox:
The first thing I noticed was the way she fit against me.
Viv’s bare skin pressed along every inch of mine, her leg thrown over my hip, her cheek nestled against my chest like she’d claimed that spot in her sleep. My arm was tucked around her waist, hand resting just beneath the curve of her spine. The sheets had tangled somewhere low around our hips, half-forgotten after a long night of hands and mouths and too many unspoken truths.
She smelled like leather and lavender soap. Like her.
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break the spell. But she shifted, her thigh grazing against my already-hard c**k, and a groan rumbled from my chest before I could stop it.
Her lips curled against my skin. “Morning to you too.”
Voice like smoke and honey. Still hoarse from sleep—or maybe fr
