“Your body is a work of art, Chloe.”
Knox hugged me around the middle as he craned over to kiss my neck. I squinted at the large unfinished painting in front of me, trying not to succumb to his distractions. I dabbed the palette knife into black paint, tilting my head to see the painting better, and also to let his mouth taste the full side of my throat.
No. Try as I might, I couldn’t ignore him. Flames of heat licked through my nerves at the touch of his lips.
I couldn’t ignore the way his hands slid up the front of my shirt. I couldn’t ignore his palms pressing hot and wanting against my chest. I sighed as he cupped my breasts, squeezing them lightly. His hands were so warm against my skin. And his lips…
“I need to finish this,” I said, trying really hard to frown.
“Why?”
“The gall
