“Relax, you’re still a virgin.”
I blink at him, eyebrows rising. “I’m not a virgin.”
Knox tilts his head, then gives a slow shake. “Every woman’s a virgin until they take my cock.”
His arrogance twists my stomach, but his words spark something I’d rather not name deep in my core. “I guess I’ll be remaining a virgin, then.”
His eyes roam over my body, stopping at my waist as if he can see through the sheet. “That’s debatable.”
While my mouth drops, he gets off the bed and simply winks at me.
“No. It’s not.”
“We’ll see.”
“I’m not your type.”
He faces me, and God help me, my gaze drops straight to the hard bulge of his cock straining against his boxers.
That ruthless grin returns as he catches me looking. “Don’t worry. That’s not for you. Pretty sure that’s just morning wood.”
“What is wrong with you?” I bite out, stunned. “No one talks like that.”
“Maybe youaremy type,” he says easily, as if I hadn’t spoken.
“I’mnot. Trust me. And since you’re not mine, we’re good.”
“You’re the one eye-fucking my cock,” he teases, smug as sin.
My cheeks blaze. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“You are such an asshole.”
“Can’t blame me for telling the truth.” He grabs a pair of sweatpants from the chair and pulls them on, still leaving that bare, sculpted torso on display.
Now I can’t look away. I’ve never seen muscle definition like that in real life, only on athletes or in magazines. Never this close.
Then, just like that, the humor drains from his face and the other Knox returns, the one made of sharp edges and control.
“The ensuite’s behind you.” He points to the door on my left. “Shower, put on a robe, and meet me downstairs in the dining room. Try to be quick. I have to leave soon.”
A tight-lipped smile replaces the last trace of warmth, and I’m left wondering if the man who was teasing me a moment ago ever really existed.
He heads for the door, walks through, and closes it behind him. The sound of his footsteps fades down the hall, leaving a hollow kind of quiet in his wake.
I stay where I am, clutching the sheet around me while my mind spins.
I’ve been spiraling since the moment I met Knox. Things were already hard enough losing Dad, but somewhere along the way, I must’ve taken a wrong turn and ended up upside down in theTwilightZone.
Last night was… beyond far-fetched. Knox showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night andtookme like some caveman pirate. He threw me over his shoulder, marched me out of the building, and rode me to the Hamptons on his motorcycle.
I honestly don’t know who would believe me if I told them that story.
And then there’s this morning. That still feels unreal. Not just our unhinged exchange. Everything. The warmth of hisbody, that arrogant grin, the way he shifted from teasing to cold command without blinking. It’s like living with two different men housed in the same skin.
And I woke up in his arms.
