She shakes her head.
“No,” she says.
My control snaps.
It doesn’t break; it shatters. I drop the towel onto the counter. I don’t think about the rule. I don’t think about the restaurant, or the timing, or the fact that my brothers are standing right there.
I move. Two steps and I’m in front of her, crowding her back against the sink.
“Knox?” Eli says, a warning.
I ignore him.
I reach out, threading my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. Her skin is hot, her pulse thumping against my wrist.
“You said yes to this,” I rumble, staring down at her mouth. “To us.”
“I did.”
“Then let me show you.”
I don’t give her time to brace. I don’t give myself time to second-guess. I crush my mouth down on hers.
She gasps, her lips parting in surprise, and I take the invitation. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine she drank, tasting the sweetness that is just Amber.
I want more of her. I need more of her.
I grip her hair tighter, tilting her head back to change the angle. She makes a sound, a moan that vibrates against my lips, and her hands come up to clutch my biceps.
She tastes better than I imagined. Better than any sauce, any wine. She is addictive.
I pull back just enough to see her face. Her eyes are glazed, her mouth swollen and wet. I look at that bottom lip she was abusing earlier.
Releasing her hair, I drop my hand to her chin. My thumb drags over her lip, pulling it down, exposing the wet, pink interior.
“Open,” I command.
She does, her breath hitching.
I lean back in, sealing my mouth over hers, and tug her lower lip into my mouth with my teeth. I suck on it, hard, feeling the blood rush to the surface under my tongue.
She melts against me, her knees buckling. I wrap an arm around her waist, hauling her up against my chest, holding her weight as I devour her.
This is mine. This hunger. This taste. It’s all mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Fallon
Knox hasher pinned against the stainless steel sink, his body a hard line pressed against her soft curves.
He’s kissing her like he’s starving, one hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. She’s melting into him, her hands clutching his biceps.
I watch for a heartbeat, taking in the sight. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—Knox, usually so composed, completely undone by her.
But I want in. I’m done watching.
I move behind her, stepping into her space until my chest brushes against her back. She gasps into Knox’s mouth, her spine stiffening against me. I reach around, sliding my hands over her hips, feeling the dip of her waist.
