Page 120 of Knotted

And then, I’m on him. All my restraint snaps like a rubber band. The flood of everything I’ve been holding back rushes through me, and I full-on leap into his arms, kissing him like crazy.

He kisses me back with a force that feels like it could rewrite the stars, shift the tides, and set the universe on absolute fire.

His hands grip me tight, like he’s terrified I’ll vanish if he lets go. For a long time, there’s nothing but us, kissing like no one and nothing else exists.

Which they do.

And since we can’t keep our hands off each other, and there’s a very real chance of us getting arrested for public indecency by the Korean police, we head for my place.

Seriously, the last thing Brian needs isanothermug shot.

We race to my tiny apartment, stumbling through the door, barely making it inside before our bodies crash together again, desperate and frantic.

Clothes hit the floor, and then it’s nothing but skin against skin, quick, heated, and everything I need.

I’m so unbelievably wet that when he spreads my legs, lines himself up, he’s in to the hilt before I can even blink. I gasp.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathes, gruff and deep.

And I’ve missed him, too.

He moves with hard, desperate thrusts, like he’s trying to make up for all the time we’ve lost, until every wall in the room feels like it’s rattling.

It’s like we’ve been apart for two eternities, and when we finally come together, it’s a wild, earth-shattering explosion of everything we’ve held back—two galaxies colliding in a brilliant blaze of heat and light...and love.

Afterward, we collapse in a tangle of limbs, our bodies panting, slick with sweat. Brian lies beside me, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. He rolls onto his side, his fingers lazily tracing over my bare skin.

“You’ll pay for putting me through hell,” he says, voice low and teasing.

“Gladly,” I pant, breathless. “Though, in my defense, I thought with that speech you made, you were totally gaga for Sydney Sun.”

“I was.”

“What?”

“Still am,” he says, flashing that grin, as if his bold statement didn’t just crack my heart wide open.

His hands cradle my face, his deep ocean-blue eyes locking with mine, pulling me in like they always do. “I knew you were Sydney Sun all along, Jules.”

I blink, confused. “What?”

“From that very first shot of you. As if Taylor’s enormous sunglasses could ever hide those full lips or that adorable little scar,” he says, his thumb brushing lightly over the scar on my chin.

“You know my scar?”

“The one you got when you tested out your Wonder Woman cape by jumping from a tree? As if I could forget.”

My mouth falls open. “You knew?”

“Knew?” His smile brushes against mine, teasing and familiar. “That it was you in the coffee shop? Like I wouldn’t know your smile. Your hands. Your scent.” He breathes me in, and I feel it everywhere. His kisses trail up my neck before his teeth graze my ear. “And you weren’t exactly invisible ducking under your desk.”

I bury my face in his shoulder, giggling. “You really knew. The whole time.”

“The whole time,” he murmurs, his voice low and soft, every word sinking into my soul. With a tenderness that unravels me, he slips the ring back onto my finger and presses a kiss to it. “It’s you, Jules. It’s always been you.”

Tears prick my eyes as I stare at him, my heart swelling with so much love it hurts.

“Now, tell me you’re mine,wife, and let the punishment begin.”

---