“Like trouble,” he murmurs.
“Good trouble or bad trouble?”
“The best kind.”
Behind us, Rayana makes a gagging sound.
“Oh, please. She looks constipated. Must you two be so nauseating? Some of us are trying to recover from life-threatening injuries over here.”
Knox’s smile turns sharp. He looks at me, then at Rayana, and something wicked flickers in his eyes.
Before I can ask what he’s planning, his hand slides around the back of my neck and he pulls me into a kiss.
It’s not a quick peck, or a casual goodbye.
It’s a real kiss. Deep and slow and thorough, his tongue sliding against mine, his other hand settling on my hip to pull me closer.
He kisses me like we’re alone, like we have all the time in the world, like Rayana isn’t sitting right there watching with mounting fury.
When h
