Knox:
The motel door slammed behind us. Viv laughed, breathless, flushed from the performance, her hips still swaying like she hadn’t stepped off that damn stage. She was glowing—like firelight and trouble and sin wrapped into one stunning f*****g package.
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.
My hands were fists at my sides, jaw tight, blood boiling in the best kind of way. Every guy in that bar had seen her move. Every one of them had watched her body twist and spin and command the room like she owned it. And she had. f**k, had she ever.
But none of them knew how she tasted. None of them knew how she sounded when she came. None of them got to touch her.
Only me.
She tossed the champagne bottle onto the dresser and turned, smirking. "Something on your mind, Knox?"
I crossed the room in
