Page 76 of What Comes Around

The car ride back was quiet in the most dangerous way.

The city lights slid past the windows, blurred by rain and speed. Nathan drove without speaking. Knox sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the space between our coats. His knee brushed mine once, then stayed there.

I kept my gaze on the window, but I could feel him watching me.

The air between us felt warm, electric, almost suffocating.

Finally, Nathan pulled into the driveway and stepped out to open my door.

“Good night, Miss Richards,” he said politely.

“Good night, Nathan.”

I stepped out, my heels clicking softly against the concrete.

“Good night,” I started to say, but Knox was already out of the car behind me.

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

We crossed the short path in silence. At the front door, I turned to face him.

He didn’t step back.

“Thank you for the ride.”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, his gaze dropped to my mouth. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough.

“Invite me in.”

My breath caught.

I hesitated for half a second.

Then I unlocked the door and stepped inside. He followed, closing it behind us.

I reached for the alarm panel. My fingers moved slower than usual as I keyed in the code and waited for the soft confirmation beep.

The second the system chimed, Knox moved.

His mouth came down on mine, hard and hungry, stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped into the kiss as his hand braced against the wall beside my head, trapping me between him and the door.

Between kisses, his voice rasped against my lips.

“You drive me crazy, woman.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, more demanding.

My fingers twisted into the fabric of his coat.

When he finally paused, his forehead rested against mine. His breath was uneven, and his hands trembled just slightly where they held me.

“You drive me absolutely insane.”

Chapter 24: It Happened Again

I shook from the rush of his mouth on mine, from the way he pushed me back against the door like he had been holding himself together for far too long. His kiss was fierce, hungry, almost frantic, as if he couldn’t get close enough. His fingers tightened at my waist like he was afraid I might slip away. He tasted like mint, coffee, and something unmistakably male.