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He froze with his beer bottle halfway to his mouth and then put it back down on the table. He seemed to choose his words carefully before scraping his chair back and crooking two long fingers at me. “Come kiss me then.”
I stood with wobbly knees and wiped my clammy palms against my jeans before walking around the table. He reached a hand out and tugged lightly on my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. My breath was shallow as my fingers stroked his cheek, his neck. His lips. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to his and savored every breath and every quick beat of my heart. Knox had one arm around my lower back and the other cupped my cheek, his palm warm against the side of my face. My tongue dipped into his mouth and the growl that rumbled through his chest went right through me.
That was when it changed.
It was as though something snapped. Knox’s tongue drove into my mouth and his fingers tangled in my hair as I pushed myself impossibly closer, feeling heat radiate off of him, off of me. Us.
His strong fingers tugged until my scalp stung and I was forced to remove my mouth from his. The hazel eyes that I loved so much bored right into mine. If I ever wanted to memorize anything in my life it would be that moment, the look on Knox’s face and his swollen, just kissed mouth.
“Well, that was some kiss,” I whispered breathlessly. My
heart was pounding and I swore I could still taste him on my tongue.
Knox laughed and dragged the elastic out of my hair, letting the bobby pins fall to the floor. It fell around my shoulders in messy waves and he played with it, running his fingers through the strands and massaging my scalp. I curled up against him like a cat, reveling in the fact that we used to do this years ago.
“You still like that, huh?” he asked softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“It feels so good,” I sighed contentedly.
“I wonder if you still like the other things I used to do to you.”
My breath caught in my throat and I bit my lip before sitting up straight, still perched on his lap. There was a heavy, all consuming throbbing between my thighs and I knew if the conversation went any further we’d end up in an all too familiar position.
“I still like having my hair pulled but I’m guessing you already figured that out.”
Knox smirked- actually smirked- at me and gave my hair a sharp tug that made me gasp and grip his shirt tight in my hands. He smoothed my hair down after and brushed it over one shoulder so he could toy with the strap of my shirt.
It was an intimate moment sitting on Knox’s lap in his cozy little house with the lights dimmed and the air heavy with arousal. I wanted nothing more than to strip him down and touch him the way that I used to. I couldn’t do that, though. I couldn’t just fall into bed with him. Although I didn’t want to I knew it was probably time to go.
“You should take me home,” I said quietly.
He sighed and nodded, but just as we were standing up and bringing our plates to the sink there was a knock at the door.
Chapter 9
“Do you have a curfew or something?” Knox asked and looked at me over his shoulder.
I shook my head, just as confused as he was. My brothers were protective but even I knew they wouldn’t show up to bring me home.
He walked to the front door and peeked through the peephole before a laugh erupted from him and he looked back at me. “Oh, you’re gonna love this.”
He opened the door and a woman with light brown hair with streaks of gray in it stood on the other side, a dark denim jacket hugging her slim frame. She wore a bright, familiar smile and hazel eyes that matched her son’s.
“Amy!” I shouted and rushed at her.
She dropped her purse and opened her arms, catching me and wrapping me in a warm embrace. Her hands stroked over my hair and up and down my back, a maternal affection evident. “Oh, my girl! My favorite girl.”
I buried my face in her shoulder, unable to stop myself from tearing up. “I missed you so much,” I said, my voice shaking, not ready to let her go.
“Aw, honey,” she responded and squeezed me tighter, holding a hand against the back of my head. “I missed you, too. So much.”
I felt another hand on my back and knew that Knox was behind me. Reaching behind me, I wiggled my fingers and he laced his through mine, leaning down to kiss his mom’s cheek while she still hugged me.
“Can you believe our girl’s home?” she asked him.
“Pretty amazing, right?”
I sniffled harder, completely mortified that I was so emotional. But it had been so long since I’d seen Amy, so long since I’d had the motherly embrace and affection of a woman who treated me like her own, that I couldn’t help but tear up. I had dropped off the face of the planet for five years and they welcomed me back with open arms. No anger. No resentment. No questions of why I didn’t call. There was so much love that I was overwhelmed with it.
