Jesse was grinning.“You pulled it off.”
She sent him a narrow look.“You tried to trick me.”
“I’ll never do it again,” he vowed and laughing, scooped her up.He swung her around in a mad circle, then dipped her back and while her head was still spinning, took her mouth in a wild, passionate kiss.
Then he swung her upright and spun her into Knox’s arms.
Breathless from the kiss and laughter, dizzy from the twirling, she clung to his broad shoulders.She had a moment to recognize the heat in his hazel eyes, the hard press of his body against hers, then he was kissing her too, hot and hard and wild.
She’d gotten so used to his soft kisses, the slow build that was so different from Jesse’s playful, eager voraciousness that this untamed heat, almost feral in its intensity, shocked her.But she met that desperate edge with her own, kissing him back with all the yearning, all the pent-up need that had built inside her for him.
“I’ll just put the food in the kitchen, why don’t I?”Jesse suggested, his voice warm with amusement.
Neither of them answered.Knox was too busy devouring her mouth, she was too busy devouring his right back.She’d worked her hands into his hair, that wonderful fall of silvery gray, and was doing her best to climb him like a tree.
“Yeah, we’ll eat later,” Jesse continued, his voice fading as he presumably walked toward the kitchen.She didn’t care.Knox had clamped his hands on her ass, boosting her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips, and finally—finally!—she could feel him against her, hard and thick and right where she wanted him.
She moaned into his mouth.“Knox.”
He bit her lower lip, flicked it with his tongue.“What?”
“Are you going to say no again tonight?”
His breath burst out, a harsh exhalation of air that washed over her heated face.“I’m not saying no.”
“Because I don’t think I could take it,” she continued, raining desperate, pleading kisses over his jaw, down his neck.“I mean, obviously you can say no.You can always say no.But I want you so much, and if you’re going to say no then I think I should just leave.You can keep the fajitas, but I—” She broke off on a gasp when he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.She blinked up, staring into eyes that had gone a dark and misty gray-green.
“I’m not saying no.”
She swallowed, staring.“You’re not?”
He shook his head.“No.”
“Oh.Good.”
“Are you hungry?”he asked.
“No.Are you?”
“No.”
“Okay.”She hung in his arms, starting to slip a little now that he only had one hand under her ass holding her up.Since she didn’t want to rip his hair out, she shifted her grip to his shoulders and boosted up.He grunted, dropping his hand from her hair back to her ass, and they made a collective sound of pleasure when her pussy settled back into place over his hard dick.
“Knox?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you not say no now?”
A glimmer of a smile tickled the corners of his mouth and, tightening his grip on her ass, he started walking.“Yeah.I can do that.”
“Should I put these in the oven on warm, do you think, or put them in the fridge?”Jesse asked as they passed the kitchen.
“Fridge,” Knox said without taking his eyes off Chloe.“We’re gonna be a while.”
“Am I invited?”Jesse called after them.
“Is he invited?”Chloe asked, tightening her grip on his shoulders when they started up a set of stairs.
