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How does this man exist in the contradiction and bring me along for the ride?
With our lips barely touching, my eyes open to meet his. We breathe together, one deep breath before what is holding us apart shatters. The second kiss is all lips, tongue, and teeth. It’s not on the edge of losing control, it’s past the line and then some.
Knox kisses me with the taste of possession on his lips. I’ve never been kissed like this. And I never want it to stop.
My hands cling to him while he pulls me flush against him, his grip telling me just how much he wants to never let me go. I’m lost to the kiss, but I’ll have to come up for air eventually. We both will.
We just don’t need to rightthismoment. And not the next one either.
As we kiss, our hands explore gently but with purpose. I feel the muscles of his chest and the way his body expands when he takes a breath. He holds me against him, my curves molding against his body and fitting like it was always meant to be.
Soon I’ll have to go back to Safe Home, but right now, in this moment nothing matters except the two of us and the way our mouths meet over and over again.
I get lost in it and part of me never wants to be found.
CHAPTER 15
KNOX
When I tell you the past few weeks have flown by, it’s not an understatement. I’ve been busy as hell at the shop, which is partially my fault because when I opened up my books and finalized all the appointments I have right now, I didn’t know I’d rather be spending all my time with Haven and Wilde.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t spent as much time as possible with them. I have. It’s to a point where I think Laura and Wendy might be getting sick of seeing me.
As long as Wilde and Haven aren’t tired of me, I’m good.
Today is a big day, one I’ve been looking forward to.
It’s taken me a while to get my woman to agree to it. My family, on the other hand, has been bugging me to meet her. It’s not like I was ever going to be able to hide meeting the woman meant to be mine from my family.
The last thing I’ll do is blame Haven for her reluctance to spend the day with me, my family, and Wilde. She’s not just interested in protecting herself, but her son as well. It’s what a good mama does and she’s fucking amazing.
I wasn’t going to push my woman to give hanging out with the whole group a try, but I also invited her to our Christmascelebration in a few weeks. Only after I asked her and pointed out how spending time with everyone before Christmas would help her be more comfortable did she agreed to our day together.
Now, when we told Wilde about our plans, including spending the day at the Denver Art Museum, I thought his little head was going to explode. He was practically bouncing off the walls after I showed him what to expect at the museum and a map of all the exhibits.
The kid isn’t just talented, which he is, he’s passionate about art. I have no doubt that he’s going to get along with all the crew and endear himself to them because he’ll talk about art with all of them.
I’m most impressed with how he doesn’t have an ounce of fear when it comes to his art. Even when he knows he hasn’t gotten it ‘right’, whatever the hell that means, it doesn’t stop him from trying or throwing himself into a new technique.
Not only has he impressed me, but I haven’t shut up about the kid to my family. Everyone is so damn excited to meet him because of it. And, the best part, no one has asked me to stop talking about either of them. They know what this means, what Haven and Wilde mean to me, and the position they have in my life.
I haven’t hidden it from them. I wouldn’t have been able to even if I tried.
The day after our date, I was called out pretty much the moment I walked into the shop. Bridger looked up at me from where he was hunched over his client and tilted his head to study me. I have zero doubt I was floating across the room; I couldn’t help it.
All I could think about was how much fun I had with Haven and the way it felt like part of me now belonged to her. I was also wrestling with taking things slowly. Tasting her was the best and the worst thing I could have done. Kissing her was all I could think about.
“Something’s different about you,” Bridger’s tone wasn’t accusatory; it was curious.
For a moment I was taken aback. While Bridger has been family since he came to work at Vibrant Ink, the man has been an island in and of himself, and more than happy to be one. Since Avery came into his life, he’s been opening up to us. It’s both strange and refreshing.
To have him be the one to notice something different about me was odd. And pretty damn cool.
“Uh oh,” Travis piped up from his station which had me looking his way, “did the date not go well?”
“That’s right,” Monroe snapped her fingers together, “it was last night. We thought you might have a conniption if we asked too many questions beforehand.” She grumbled, “Remember how he tried to be secretive about the eye drawings?”
“The date was perfect,” I informed them while ignoring what was being left unsaid and left hanging in the room.
