Page 159 of Knot What I Expected

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

Her hands slide slowly back onto my chest.

“Yeah? Well, you're still here.”

The words are quieter.

Not teasing anymore.

I cover one of her hands with mine.

“Yeah, Gabby. I’m still here. And I’ll be here tomorrow too. And the day after that. As long as you let me.”

Our eyes meet.

The pull between us tightens again, but underneath the hunger is something far more dangerous.

Hope.

“Kiss me,” she says.

And I do. I’m not a fucking idiot.

Passion burns bright between us, and I swear to fuck, the room feels like a goddamn inferno.

But no, that’s just her.

Hot. So fucking hot.

She pushes my jeans down, and I kick them off along with my briefs. Then I reach for her bra and her pants next.

I drop kisses across her throat and down her petal soft skin while I finish stripping her. Gabby stills, clutching at my shoulders as I suck one hard nipple into my mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I growl and bite down, making her yelp.

My hands grab her hips, then her ass, and next, I’m yanking her to me, lifting her up. Her legs go around my waist and her hot, dripping core presses against my abdomen.

Fuck. Me.

She is soaked.

“Bed?”

“Mm, that way,” she whimpers and nips my ear between her teeth.

Fuck, that feels so good.

I’m holding on by a thread here, Monster is riding me to claim, mate, mark. But I’m in control enough to know I need to make this good for her. For us.

The bed creaks when we land on it. I hover above her soft, sweet body, and her amber eyes are locked on mine—pupils blown.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn sexy, Honey Girl. You know that? You know how much you turn me on?”

The words come out rougher than I intend because looking at her does something fucking dangerous to me.

Not just to Monster.

To me.