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“She spilled her drink.”
“Who is she to you?” I asked.
“She has the hots for me is all,” he said like it was nothing. “She’s harmless. Not a problem.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready,” I said, expecting him to get my meaning. “There’s not been another man since…”
“And you think sex is all I want?” Knox asked as his hands slipped into the back pockets of my jeans.
“Maybe,” I answered honestly.
“If that was all I wanted, I’d be at the Wild Dog. With Tara. Not with you. I want you, Eliza,” he almost growled as he tugged me into his erection.
“But I’m not sure I can date a biker, Knox,” I admitted. “I’m not just looking for a fun time. I have a daughter and a reputation to think about.”
“I might’ve not finished school, but I’m smart enough to know a girl like you ain’t easy. As for your daughter and your reputation, give me a chance. Let me in, Eliza.”
I was aware that he was talking about letting him into my life and possibly my heart, but I couldn’t help but imagine where this would lead if I let him inside. His kisses spread down my neck and back up. His hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and dip of my body. I gave in, running my hand down and sweeping my fingers over the bulge in his pants. I was more than impressed. I chewed my lips, wanting to pull it out.
Leaning in, he whispered in my ear, “I promise I’ll be good to you, Eliza. I’ll protect you, and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” His words were like a spell, laced with the promise of passion and protection.
“Let me show you,” Knox continued, his tone dipping an octave lower, making my knees weak. “Let me explore every inch of you. Let me worship you until you forget your own name.”
His breath was warm against the shell of my ear, sending trembles down my body to my core. I struggled to maintain the thin veneer of resistance I still possessed.
“Knox,” I whispered, my voice shaky with a cocktail of desire and doubt. “It’s not just about today. What about tomorrow? And all the tomorrows after that?”
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze intense and unyielding. “I’m not a fairy-tale prince, Eliza. I can’t promise you forever on a silver platter. But I can promise you every day I give you will be real.” His thumb traced my lower lip slowly, achingly. “Let me show you how real it can be.”
And with those words, he claimed my lips once more, this time with an urgency that allowed no further argument.
The butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly. I knew I couldn’t resist the pull of his raw need any longer. I wanted to see where this could lead, despite my misgivings.
Our tongues met more intensely, and I reached behind me for the doorknob to let him in, but headlights flooded the driveway. Grandma was back with Emma. In a flurry, I stepped back, my breath heavy, my lips still tingling from his touch.
“I have to go,” I whispered, the real world crashing back with the sight of my daughter.
Knox’s eyes held a flicker of disappointment, but he nodded, pulling back. “Goodnight, Eliza.”
As he rode off, the sound of his bike echoing in the quiet night, I touched my lips, feeling like a fool. A fool for not allowing him inside immediately and a fool for almost letting him in. A very conflicted fool.
I turned to greet Emma and Grandma, relieved they hadn’t seen that goodbye. Knox was a whirlwind that I was both drawn to and fearful of, and how to merge his world with mine remained a question unanswered.
Chapter 7
Knox
The Wild Dog rumbled with its usually welcoming ruckus. Eliza had started to get a little more comfortable around my rowdy brothers and all the half-naked sweetbutts roaming around, but I could still catch that glint of unease in her eyes every now and then.
We were leaned up against the bar, me with a beer in hand, watching as she scanned the crowd. Eliza nursed a fruity cocktail, trying to unwind from her long day. She had on her school getup. A plaid pencil skirt and hose, complete with her glasses. Fuck. She had me all hot and bothered.
The boys were in their usual form, loud and unfiltered, whistling at her. I noticed her tense up a bit when Smokey felt up a lady who was laughing a little too loud at his joke, exposing her perky breasts for all to see.
Eliza shielded her eyes.
“Having fun?” I asked, nudging her gently with my elbow.
She gave me a small smile, her eyes darting around. “It’s… interesting,” she replied, that teacher voice of hers sounding way too polite for the Wild Dog.
