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She moaned at the sensation. “My heart is pounding so hard.”

“I feel it.” He took his time caressing her, thumbing her tight nipples.

She shifted restlessly, the towel slipping more. She knew he could see that she was naked.

He let out a low growl, then surged up. The next second, he lifted her off the couch and she was in his arms.

His mouth took hers. The kiss was hot and carnal, filled with a hunger that made her moan. She pressed into him, feeling his warm skin pressed against hers. She kissed him back. His tongue delved deeper, and she sucked on it.

He backed up until her shoulder blades hit the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Right then, there was nothing Nola wanted more than Knox Holman.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jesus Christ. Knox tilted his head and kissed Nola harder.

She was a small, curvy handful. A curvy, naked handful. He clenched his hands on the smooth skin of her ass.

He wanted her. So damn much.

His dick was painfully hard. Right then, he didn’t care who she was related to. She didn’t feel wrong. She felt right.

She felt like his.

“Knox,” she said breathily, her voice filled with need. Her mouth moved along his jaw.

“I want you, Sprite. So bad. I want to fuck you until neither of us can move.”

Her legs squeezed on him. “Yes. Let’s do that.”

He slid a hand up and cupped her breast.

Her eyes glowed hot. “You’re all I’ve thought about since last night.”

Knox felt so damn hungry for her. A little out of control.

Wasn’t sure he liked it, but he liked Nola. He loved the feel of her.

“When I heard you were in danger…I had to get to you. And if anyone had laid a hand on you, what’s mine, I’d have killed them.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath. Her blue eyes gleamed. “Yours?”

“Yes. From the moment I kissed you last night.”

He took her mouth with his. Her supple lips met his, parting for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth. The feel and taste of her hit him hard. She moved against him, moaning.

Knox spun and carried her across the room. He was thankful the bed was right there, and he didn’t have to go far. He laid her on her back and let himself take her all in.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Slim legs, curvy hips, a nipped-in waist, and those pretty breasts.

She lay there, unashamed, letting him look his fill.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, Nola.”

She shifted her legs. “I’m on board with that.”

He pressed his hands on either side of her hips on the bed. “Are you ready to scream my name?”

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