Page 99 of Knox Unleashed
She tilts her head, smiling coyly, trying to pretend she doesn’t know what she’s doing. “What?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I am?”
I grip the edges of the leather jacket she’s wearing, pulling tight so she lifts onto her toes again, and kiss her fiercely.
I can feel my control slipping in ways I don’t usually allow. “I was going to be a gentleman,” I say. “I was gonna cook. Feed you. Run you a bath and give you a minute to come down from the ride.”
She worries her lower lip. “And now?”
“Now, you’re making it real hard.”
She slides her hand between us and rubs my cock through the denim. “I can see that.”
“Maren,” I say again, this time, it’s sharper, more urgent.
Her eyes are bright with something wild and curious and reckless.
I have no idea how much space she’s giving me to be reckless with her. “You keep teasing me like this, you better run.” I tip my chin in the direction that leads deeper into my property.
Her breath catches, pink heats her cheeks.
Then…
“Count to ten,” she says, before sprinting in the direction I told her.
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Running wasn’t so much a decision, as it was my body moving before my brain caught up.
One second, I’m standing next to Knox, utterly stirred up from the ride on the bike, the next, I’m sprinting away from him. Everything had affected me. The obvious vibration of the engine between my thighs. The way I had to hold on to him, pressed along the length of his back. I wondered if bikers ever realized that for all they talk about backpacks, they’re basically little spoons.
But the heat and solidity of him, while everything else blurred in motion, brought my whole life to that one point of connection and focus.
And the buzz is still there.
“Ten,” he calls after me in the distance. “And when I get my hands on you, it’s gonna hurt.”
My clit aches, low and insistent.
Maybe that’s what I want. Sex that isn’t perfectly fine. Sex that transforms me. Sex that allows me to let my expression fly.
All I can think about is the way his hand felt around my throat in front of his men. How arousing it felt to be exposed and to come anyway.
I feel so horny that I might explode if he doesn’t touch me. And yet, running felt like an additional level of anticipation.
My feet pound through the undergrowth, and I keep an eye on the water, so I don’t get lost. I can always follow the edge back to Knox’s house.
The dirt is soft as I run. The occasional low branch whips past me. My breath stumbles, but I push faster, weaving between tree trunks.
Knox’s countdown continues but fades until I pause to hear him shout the number one. “I’m gonna remind you real fucking quick who you were holding onto for the last hour.”
I smile at that because I don’t need reminding, but as I look back over my shoulder to see if he’s close, my foot slips in the damp earth, and I catch myself against a tree, a full laugh escaping me.
My pulse beats everywhere. My throat, my wrists, my temple, between my legs.
