EMBER’S POV
For one hot, hanging second I think he’s going to kiss me right there. But instead, Knox extends his hand. Palm up, waiting.
I take it.
The second our skin touches, electricity shoots up my arm. Not static—something hotter, deeper, like someone lit a fuse inside my bones.
I try to pull back but his grip tightens, and with one brutal yank he hauls me off the couch and straight into his lap.
I crash against his chest, legs tangling awkwardly over the arm of the chair. Before I can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto mine.
This isn’t the desperate fumbling from the bathroom. This is possession. He kisses me like he’s been starving for it all night, like he wants to crawl inside me and claim every breath I take.
His tongue forces past my lips and I taste whiskey and dominance
