I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. His face was completely serious but there was a glint in his gray eyes that suggested he might be messing with me.
“You’re making that up.”
“I have witnesses.”
“Your brother doesn’t count.”
“Noah would never lie.”
“I literally watched him tell Hunt he didn’t eat the last cookie three hours ago. While he still had crumbs on his shirt. And chocolate on his fingers.”
Knox’s lips twitched. “Okay, fair point. But I’m not lying about this.”
“Prove it.”
“How am I supposed to prove it? Your memory is gone.”
“Guess you’ll just have to convince me again then.” I tilted my head, challenging him. “Show me why I apparently fell so desperately in love with you that I threw a ring at your head.”
The shift in his expression was immediate. One moment he was playful, teasing. The next his eyes had gone dark with an intensity that made my stomach clench.
“Is that what you want?” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You want me to convince you?”
I should have said no. I should have backed off, laughed it off, changed the subject. This was moving too fast. I didn’t remember this man. I shouldn’t be flirting with him in a shower while completely naked and pressed against his body.
“Yes,” I heard myself say.
We were getting closer. Both of us moving at the same time, the space between us shrinking until there was almost nothing left. The water pounded down on us, hot and relentless, and his shirt was completely ruined now, plastered to his chest and shoulders.
“You’re ruining your clothes,” I said, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.
“I don’t care.”
My hands moved without permission, sliding up his chest to the buttons of his shirt. “Let me help you then.”
He went very still as I started undoing his shirt, my fingers clumsy from the water and the nerves and the sheer insanity of what I was doing. The first button came undone and I got a glimpse of his collarbone, strong and defined. The second revealed the top of his chest, smooth skin stretched over hard muscle. The third and fourth showed me his pecs, perfectly sculpted, with dark hair trailing down the center. By the fifth button I could see his abs, each one carved and distinct, the kind of body that belonged on magazine covers.
My mouth went dry. Holy hell. I mean, I’ve seen him before, but damn. This man was built.
I wanted to lick him. The thought popped into my head without my consent and I felt my face flush even hotter. I wanted to run my tongue along those abs, wanted to feel those muscles flex under my mouth, wanted to taste the water running down his skin.
The shirt fell away and I pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the shower floor with a wet slap. Now it was just his pants left. His soaked, ruined pants that were doing nothing to hide the very obvious bulge pressing against the fabric.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
He reached down and dealt with the fastenings himself, kicking the pants away until he was standing in just his briefs. Black briefs that clung to him, soaked through, showing me exactly how hard his cock was. And it was very, very hard. The outline of him was unmistakable, long and thick and straining against the wet fabric.
I stared. I couldn’t help it. He was huge. Even through the briefs I could tell he was bigger than anything my instinct told me I’d ever seen. The fabric stretched obscenely over his erection, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could see every inch of him, the ridge of his head, the length of his shaft, the way he twitched slightly under my gaze.
My core clenched. Heat pooled between my thighs. I wanted him. I wanted that cock inside me. I wanted to feel him stretch me open and fill me completely.
“It seems you like what you see,” I managed to say, my voice embarrassingly husky.
Knox made a sound that was halfway between a groan and a laugh. “Baby, I always want what I see when it comes to you. This is just my normal reaction to being anywhere near you.”
I blinked at him. “Your normal reaction?”
“Every single time.” He pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together with only his thin briefs between us. I could feel his cock against my stomach now, hot and hard. “Every single time I look at you, touch you, smell you. This is what you do to me.”
