Page 14 of Red Rose Cupcake

KNOX

The moment I heard her friend mention that comment about men not making her come, I felt a surge of pride—and something else. Possessiveness. I know damn well I’ve proven her wrong,but hearing her play it so cool, throwing me that sly look? It’s making me hard just thinking about it.

I watch as she moves through the room, her hips swaying in that subtle way that drives me wild. I’m trying to stay discreet, but when her eyes meet mine again, and there’s that teasing smirk on her lips, I know there’s no way I’m leaving here without getting my hands on her.

I set down my beer and make my way toward the back of the house, out onto the dimly lit patio. A few minutes later, Rosie slips out the door, her gaze locking onto mine as she walks toward me. The air between us crackles with anticipation, the kind that makes my heart race and my cock throb.

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ROSIE

I don’t know what I’m doing, sneaking out like this. It’s reckless. But when I see him standing there, leaning against the wall, his broad shoulders and those intense green eyes waiting for me, I can’t resist. The patio is quiet, barely lit by the soft glow of the porch light, and the voices from inside are muffled, distant. It’s just us.

I walk up to him, my heart pounding, and before I can say a word, Knox pulls me into a dark corner, his hands firm but gentle on my waist. His lips crash against mine, and I melt into him, my body responding immediately to the heat and urgency in his kiss.

His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me tightly as he presses me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine. The kiss is deep, slow, and so full of hunger that I feel it down to my bones, like every part of me is on fire.

I moan into his mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt as he moves one hand between my legs, his fingers slipping under my panties. He finds my clit easily, his touch firm and skilled, and I gasp, breaking the kiss as pleasure shoots through me.

“Fuck, Knox,” I whisper, my head falling back against the wall.

“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck as his fingers work me, pushing me closer to the edge with every stroke. “We don’t want them hearing, do we?”

I shake my head, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly as his fingers circle my clit faster. I’m close, so damn close, and I know he can feel it in the way my body is trembling against him.

Just as I’m about to come, he leans down and captures my lips again in a long, deep kiss. It’s not rough or rushed—there’s tenderness in it, something that makes my heart ache even as my body explodes with pleasure. I come hard, my hands gripping his arms for support, and he swallows my cries with his mouth, never breaking the kiss.

When I finally come down, my body still shivering from the intensity of it, Knox pulls back just enough to look at me, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips.

“You good?” he asks, his voice rough but gentle.

I nod, still catching my breath. “Yeah,” I whisper, staring up at him. “I’m good.”

But as I look into his eyes, I realize something—this isn’t just about the sex anymore. It’s more. And that scares the hell out of me.

Chapter 10

ROSIE

I sit on the couch in Knox’s living room, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence settle over me. The low hum of jazz plays softly in the background, the soft candlelight casting a golden glow across the room. It’s intimate, quiet, the perfect atmosphere for what’s about to happen.

Knox is sitting across from me, his green eyes locked on mine, and I know he’s waiting for me to speak. He asked me earlier, almost casually, if I had any fantasies I’d never told anyone about—fantasies I hadn’t acted on. At first, I laughed it off. I mean, sure, everyone has fantasies, but sharing them out loud? That’s a whole different thing.

But Knox… he has this way of making me feel like I can say anything, be anything, and he’d still look at me like I’m the most fascinating woman in the room. So, here I am, on the brink of telling him something I’ve never admitted to anyone.

“You sure about this?” I ask, half-joking, half-serious. My fingers toy with the hem of my dress, my heart beating a little too fast for my liking.

Knox leans back, his broad shoulders taking up most of the couch, looking every bit the calm, confident man he always is. His dark hair is tousled like he’s been running his hands through it, and those thick, black-rimmed glasses give him that intellectual, sexy vibe that drives me crazy.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure of anything. But this is your call. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” His voice is low, soothing, but there’s an undercurrent of intensity there, like he’s just waiting for me to let him in.

I take a deep breath, and the words tumble out before I can stop them. “Okay, so… I’ve always had this fantasy about giving up control. Like… completely. Letting someone else take over, trusting them to push me past what I think I can handle.”

I avoid his eyes for a second, feeling the heat creep up my neck, but when I finally look back at him, Knox’s expression hasn’t changed. If anything, there’s something darker, more possessive, in his gaze.

He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his voice drops even lower. “And you want me to do that for you?”

I swallow hard. “Yeah. I mean, I trust you, Knox. I know you won’t push me too far. But I guess I’ve always wondered what it would be like to give up total control to someone.”

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