Irina smoothed her shirt, hoping she’d gotten most of the glue out of her hair on the drive home, and moved to let Knox in. Tanner and Mach were right behind him.
“You two can come in, too.”
“Sweet.” Mach held out his knuckles for a bump.
She complied, then did the same for Tanner.
“Bax is trying to convince me you want a do-over on the kissing,” Irina said as she moved to the refrigerator to grab beers for the guys.
“She’s twisting my words,” Bax said from the screen.
“But she’s not wrong,” Courtney added.
Knox took the offered beer and hooked his hip on the counter, lounging like he was perfectly comfortable and not rehashing their previous kiss fest over and over.
“I have actually, after a good deal of thought, decided to giveyoua second chance,” Knox said.
She blinked at him, because she wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. “You think I need a do-over?”
“I’ll be quick.” He stepped forward to her, his eyes sparkling with humor.
Clearly, he was not going to let up on this. She should just do it. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be so great and then they could both move on with their wedding plans.
“Okay.” She gave a wave toward her lips and held her face up in his direction. “Let’s do it.”
That got her a wry grin as he moseyed toward her.
The man was not in a hurry, and she sort of wanted to growl at him for that.
Still, she steeled herself for the coming kiss, while ensuring her neutral give-no-fucks expression stayed in place even if her nerve endings danced a jig at the idea of another Knox kiss.
Then she waited, letting her eyelids drift closed in preparation for the onslaught of hormones.
Her heart thu-thudded against her chest, her breaths quickened, and still she waited.
What the heck? She opened her eyes.
He’d moved closer, yes, close enough so he could trace his finger along her jawline. That touch had all her exposed nerves raring to go for another big event.
Her lips involuntarily parted, the traitors, and she itched all over for a release. Damn, she wanted to kiss him.
Unacceptable. Totally unacceptable.
Also unacceptable was the lack of kissing going on. Not even a chaste peck on the lips.
“Wow,” Tanner said, the word drenched in sarcasm. “With all this kissing, I should invest in Oral B stocks.”
Bax snort-laughed from the iPad. Courtney did something because he stopped and said, “Ow.”
Meanwhile, Knox didn’t move, but even in not moving she could taste him, sense him, feel him…everywhere.
She moaned, dammit. She made a noise that was usually on reserve for sexy times and sexy scenes. A sound she’d practiced and practiced, but had never given involuntarily like she just did for Knox.
Knox, who stepped away with a smug smile plastered on his face.
He stepped back to his beer. A beer which he pressed his lips against. Dammit all, she was jealous of a beer bottle and pretty sure the beer bottle moaned too at Knox’s touch. The difference? The beer bottle actually got the goods.
She pursed her lips and cleared her throat. Regained her composure and pointed to her mouth. “We doing this?”
