Page 92 of A Smile Full of Lies
Her eyes met mine, wide and glassy.
“Knox—”
“But you’re not in control,” I whispered. “You never were. Not with me.”
My hands came to rest against the counter on either side of her, caging her in. I tipped my head, my voice dropping to a growl.
“And you fucking know it.”
She was already trembling, and I was just getting started. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her lips were parted like she wanted to, but no sound came out. Her eyes were locked on mine.
My hand brushed hers, slow and deliberate. Her skin was warm from the steam of the stove, but I burned hotter. I always had, especially when it came to her.
She licked her lips.
That was it. That was the last thread of control snapping loose in my chest.
I moved in slow, giving her the chance to stop me. Giving myself the chance to stop.
She didn’t.
Neither did I.
My hand slid up, curling lightly around the back of her neck. Her breath caught as my fingers threaded into her hair. Her lashes fluttered like she couldn’t decide whether to look at me or shut me out.
“Ros,” I said softly, warning her. Maybe warning myself, too.
She didn’t move.
“You sure about this?”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“I’m not sure about anything when you look at me like that.”
I stepped in fully and pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the counter. Her breath hitched. My free hand braced beside her hip, and I tilted my head, breath warm against her lips.
“Then maybe it’s time I stop looking and start tasting you instead.”
I kissed her hard and deep, like I’d been starving for years and only just realized she was the cure.
She gasped against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, my hand tightening in her hair as I slanted my mouth over hers again, taking, claiming, devouring her.
She kissed me back like she’d been waiting her whole life for this.
My Ros. My obsession. My breaking point.
And this? This was just the beginning.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
ROS
The second Knox’smouth claimed mine, the rest of the world fell away. There was no hesitation, no soft glide, no tentative exploration, only heat and hunger and possession.
His hand slid into my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss. I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily, like he’d been starving for the taste of me.
