Page 139 of Knot What I Expected

I ignore him.

“If you want me to follow you home and kiss you for another hour before I leave, I'll do that too.”

Her lips twitch. She licks them, and fuck me, but I want to chase the action.

Want to be the one who licks them.

“And if I don't want you to leave?”

My cock goes hard enough to fucking hurt.

I stare at her.

“Gabby.”

She reaches up and runs her fingertips along my jaw.

The touch is soft. Tentative. Nothing like the desperate way we were just kissing.

Somehow, this is worse.

This feels like more.

Intimate. Purposeful. Sacred.

“I don't want you to leave. And I don’t want you to drop me off at home.”

My eyes close for half a second.

Thank fuck.

When I open them, she's still there. Still touching me.

“Then come home with me.”

She hesitates.

Fuck.

My heart drops. Then she shakes her head.

“My place.”

Holy fucking shit.

“Come to my place, Rowan,” she repeats.

Fuck me.

My pulse is working triple time.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Gabby, I need you to be really fucking sure.”

Her expression softens.