Communication skills around this club could use a little improvement.
Outside the den afterward, Knox grabbed my wrist with fury and adrenaline still crackled between us heavily.
“You could’ve gotten killed.” He growled.
“You already used that line.” I said.
“And you still don’t f*****g listen.” He said.
“You sound shocked.” I said crossing my arms.
Knox stared at me for a second before suddenly grabbing my jaw and kissing me hard enough to steal my breath completely.
The tension between us snapped instantly into something hotter and more dangerous while gun smoke still drifted through the cold night air.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against mine.
“You fight like you got something to prove.” He muttered.
“Maybe I do.” I said.
His eyes searc
