Page 121 of A Lick and A Promise
“And then you made that so,” I declared.
“Yeah. I made it so.”
“Did you ever want me to leave the Angels?”
“No. I wanted you to want to leave the Angels. Be willing to leave the Angels. For me. Can’t say I wasn’t tweaked you were skirting the edges of that underworld. Fuck yeah, I was tweaked. Huge. I didn’t like that one fuckin’ bit. But that was your final exam, proving above all you were going to pass, if you did that for me. You didn’t pass. You failed.”
“Motherfucker,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “And then, I knew where you were at, and I used how you felt about me, made you keep our secret from those closest to you and made you be my friend.”
Jacques let out a whine.
Oh yeah.
My pooch felt me coming apart at the seams.
Knox extended his good arm out to his side. “So there you go. No more shadowboxing, Luna. I’m right here. I’ve made my move. The target is in your sights. Hit me.”
I stared at him.
“Hit me,” he repeated.
I continued to stare at him.
He spiked my way and thundered, “Fucking hit me!”
Oh, I hit him all right.
Full force.
Full body.
Jacques let out a sharp bark.
I wrapped myself around Knox Chambers—the man I loved, the man who loved me—yanked his mouth down to mine…
And I kissed him.
It didn’t take him even a nanosecond to return it, darting his tongue into my mouth, taking…
Taking…
So damned greedy.
God, I missed giving it all to him.
Then he broke it and I was up on his good shoulder.
“Knox, you shouldn’t?—”
“Shut it,” he growled.
I shut it.
We hit my bedroom, and he tossed me on the bed.
I’d barely finished the first bounce when his hands—both of them, he’d pulled his arm out of the sling—were under my arms, and he yanked me deeper in bed.
