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As we walked out of the bar, his hand was on my lower back. I loved feeling the heat of him on my skin below my cami. Even better was the veiled claim on me, whether that was his intention or not. When I said goodbye to the people we passed, I could tell some of them noticed Knox’s hand. I spotted more than a couple of looks of speculation. I just smiled and waved like everything was normal, in spite of the way my body was lighting up.
We stepped outside, the door closing behind us, blocking the nonstop racket of all those people—and the warmth of them. The chilly, late-fall air hit my thighs above where my boots ended.
Knox slid his hand to the side of my waist, his warm flesh touching even more of my skin.
“You’re being unboss-like tonight,” I said lightly, flirtatiously, as I moved closer into his side.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, all seriousness, his voice lower than normal.
“Nope,” I said easily. To prove it, I slid my arm around him, then stretched up and laid a kiss on his cheek. “The way you rescued me from that jerk-off was hot…boyfriend.”
His hand crept up from my waist toward the edge of my bra.
Keep going, I silently urged.
“Guys like that deserve to be castrated,” he said in a low growl that did nothing to cool my jets.
“He didn’t seem so bad at first. The more he drank though…” I shook my head in disgust.
Knox didn’t say more, which was fine with me. Jed the loser wasn’t worth the oxygen it took to discuss him.
“Where’s June Bug tonight?” I asked.
“Faye and my father volunteered to keep her overnight. I’d like to say it was to give me an evening of respite, but I suspect they were more motivated by baby snuggles and toothless grins.”
“I can’t blame them. Those are pretty irresistible. So you decided to go out to the biggest bar in the county and get your drink on alone or what?”
A quiet laugh rumbled out of his chest. “Holden convinced me to get a drink. For some reason, he thought the Barn Bar was a good place.”
“It wasn’t?” I’d seen Holden sitting at the bar at one point but not Knox.
“Well, we had a drink, had a decent conversation despite the four-dozen interruptions by people he knows, and I was able to save a young damsel in distress from an ugly creep with my storied black belt skills, so I’d say it worked out okay.”
“Always a good night when the knight can save the damsel in distress.”
He laughed again, and that sexy rumble… Oh, God, it resonated with something deep inside me, as if the frequency of it unlocked all my female hormones to storm through my body.
I sucked in the night air, trying to rebalance myself from what this man did to me. Maybe keeping it light would help. “Confession,” I said as we stepped from the blacktop lot to the gravel section even farther from the building. “I’m not really a damsel in distress. I could’ve saved myself.”
We moved as one through the packed lot, our steps the same, our bodies flush, our arms around one another.
“Confession,” he said as he walked us up between his SUV and a car, falling behind me so we could fit. At the passenger door, I turned to him, anxious to hear what he was going to confess. He moved close, our bodies nearly touching again, and peered down at me. “I’m not really a knight. I just…want you.”
The lightness of our banter dissipated as his stare pulled me under. Next thing I knew, he stepped even closer, pressing me into the side of the vehicle. The hardness of his body told me his words were true. The question was whether he was willing to do something about it.
Then his palms cradled my cheeks, and his lips were on mine, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. In less than a heartbeat, I let him in happily, wholeheartedly. I’d been dying for this for days.
Knox plundered my mouth insistently, making me believe he’d been wanting it just as much. I put my hand on his denim-covered ass and squeezed it, making sure he got my message loud and clear. With my body throbbing for him, I wrapped a leg around his thighs, angling our bodies so his erection hit me at my center.
His fingers reached the bare skin on the back of my thigh, then trailed upward to my butt, also bare since I was wearing a thong. The contrast of his hot skin and the cold air hitting me where it didn’t normally hit me spiked my need even higher.
“Knox,” I managed between urgent, frenzied kisses.
He kept kissing me, one finger straying between my legs, to my core, dipping inside me. My body clutched at him, needing to be filled. Dropping my head back, I clung to his flannel shirt, a needful moan coming out of me. I didn’t know if anyone was close by. Didn’t care. I just…needed.
Knox abruptly ended the kiss and said, “I need to get you home. Get in.”
He gave my ass a little tap and a squeeze, lowered my leg, then opened my door. I stood there for a couple of seconds, trying to get blood to my brain so I could function, make sense of his words. He nuzzled up next to my ear, his breath hot on my lobe, and said, “Quince. Climb in. I’m not going to fuck you against the car.”
