Page 120 of The Silver Fox Brother

"Window seat goes here."

"You're still wrong."

I spin to face him. "I'm not—"

Knox is close. Closer than I realized. Maybe two feet away, standing in what will eventually be the bedroom, the night quiet around us except for the sound of our breathing.

"Knox," I say, and his name comes out barely a whisper.

"Tell me to leave," he says as he steps even closer.

"What?"

His eyes are locked on mine, as he steps closer.

"Tell me to walk away right now and I will."

I should tell him to go. Should maintain the professional boundaries we've been carefully navigating for two months. Should remember that this is complicated, that he's Rowan's brother, that we're working together, that crossing this line changes everything.

"Winter." His voice is rough now, strained.

I stare into his hypnotic eyes, and my breath catches as I feel like I’m swimming in them.

"I can't.

That's all he needs. Knox closes the distance in two stepsand pulls me to him. His mouth finds mine—hard, demanding, two months of restraint breaking all at once.

I kiss him back just as hard. My hands go to his hair, fisting in it, pulling him closer. He pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged.

"We should—"

“—Don't." I cut him off.

"Don't think. Don't stop."

"This is—"

"I know. I don't care."

His mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is forceful, consuming, like he's claiming something he's wanted for weeks. I kiss him back with everything I have. It's maddening, ferocious—weeks of restraint detonating between us. The heat that's been simmering since the day I walked into his office is finally bubbling over, and neither of us can stop it.

Knox's hands grip my waist and he lifts me onto the edge of the long counter cabinet like I weigh nothing. He steps between my legs, one hand sliding up my thigh and under my dress while his mouth never leaves mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more contact. His lips move to my neck, his tongue tracing a path that makes me gasp. He buries his face there, kissing and sucking down to my cleavage, and I feel the scrape of his stubble against my skin.

My hands find his shirt, fumbling with the buttons at the top. I manage to get a few undone before sliding my palms underneath, feeling the hard planes of his abs, the heat of his skin.

Knox spreads my legs wider and steps in closer, his large hand traveling up my inner thigh. When his fingers brush against me, I shiver.

His hand moves higher, fingertips grazing the outside of my panties. He rubs me through the fabric and I'm already so wet I know he can feel it.

In one swift motion, he hooks his fingers and slides my panties to the side. The moment his fingers find my bare skin, he groans.

"Oh god—you're drenched," he growls against my ear.

The deep rasp of his voice sends another wave of arousal through me.

Knox slides one finger inside me, then immediately adds another. I arch my back, opening myself to him completely. He thrusts his fingers deep, twisting and angling them perfectly while his mouth works my neck, moving back down to my cleavage. His free hand finds my breast through my dress, squeezing hard, almost rough, while he tries to pull the fabric down.