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“Then I won’t ask for one,” I vow, fisting my hands in his shirt and tugging him closer. “If you want, we can promise to be together only while we’re at the cabin.”

“…Only at the cabin?” he asks, his hands curling around my waist, seconds away from giving up.

“Yes. In here, we are just Cillian and Knox.” I pull him closer, tilting my chin up so my lips brush his neck. “Once we leave, then you can go back to being the brooding, annoying bodyguard, and I’ll go back to being your sexy, high-maintenance cargo.”

I can practically hear his brain overthinking this whole idea, and sure, that’s so Knox, but I can’t let him do that.

Not now.

I need him to take a leap and jump into this with me.

So I curl my arms around the back of his neck, stand on my toes, and kiss his earlobe. “I want you so much… Please, Knox.”

Knox stares down at me, his breath hitching as his fingers tighten.

“Okay, Prince… But only while we’re in this cabin.”

“Yes.”

I lean in to finally taste him, but his damn hand catches my jaw, holding me in place.

“Wait. I have one rule… we can do anything you want, but we can’t go all the way. Understood?”

“Sure, I’m okay with those terms. Now shut up and touch me.”

He lets go of my jaw, slides his palm around the back of my neck, and crashes his mouth onto mine.

A moan escapes into his throat as my arms fly up around his shoulders, pulling my body against his.

The kiss is incredible.

Better than any we’ve had so far.

It’s hungry, desperate, and completely devoid of restraint.

I taste him, arching my back into his body, and he groans into my mouth.

“Fuck, Cil…” he growls, hooking his hands beneath my thighs and lifting me off the floor.

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he spins us around and sets me on top of the kitchen counter.

I slide my fingers into his hair, tugging him deeper into the kiss. Our mouths move together frantically, gasping for air.

Knox crowds between my open thighs, grinding his hips forward, matching the rhythm of my body moving against his.

I moan, my hands sliding down his massive chest, trailing down his stomach until my fingers catch the waistband of his pants.

My God, this is electric.

It’s so insane.

He groans into my mouth as I stroke him through the fabric of his jeans, pressing my palm against the hard, thick ridge of his erection.

“Can I?” I pant against his lips, and he nods.

I shove my hand inside his pants, slipping past his underwear to wrap my fingers around his insanely big cock.

“You are crazy huge…”