Page 107 of Beautiful Lies

There's nothing gentle about the way his mouth takes mine.

Nothing soft about how his fingers thread through my hair and tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Nothing calm about the way he leaves me drowning in him with the taste of raw need on my tongue.

His kiss is fire and ruin, burning everything inside me.

I taste him when I breathe. I feel him beneath my skin. And God help me, I want more.

Knox shoves me up against the wall,something darker threading through his touch with a possession that makes my pulse race.

My heart forgets how to beat, and every reason I had for being angry simply evaporates.

All I can think about is the fierceness in his touch and how much I want him.

The contract, the business arrangement, the restaurant, they all become nothing but air.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was hellbent on sticking to the terms and conditions and switching off everything I felt for him.

But I can’t do that now.

I don’t want to.

“Next time, I’ll go slow,” he whispers against my lips, tightening his grip in my hair. “Tonight, I need to fuck you. And I won’t hold back. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I breathe out the word, accepting this. Agreeing to cross the line again. Only this time, there’s no going back—because there is no line.

The ruthless smile he gives me makes my stomach clench.

“Tell me you’re on the pill.”

“Implant.”

“Even better.” His voice hums in my ear. “I’m clean. I want to fuck you bare. Let me.”

“Yes.”

Pinning me to the wall, he rips off my top, baring my breasts to the air. Then he shrugs out of his jacket and drags his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular chest.

With a snarl, he dips his head and latches onto one of my nipples, then greedily sucks it into his mouth.

I moan out loud, my body bowing the harder he sucks.

In response, he sinks his teeth into the tender swells of my breast, and I writhe against him, already lost to pleasure.

Shock waves surge through my body, igniting every nerve, every cell,everything.

Knox moves to my other breast and does the same thing. Then he rears back and yanks my shorts and panties down my hips and off my legs, leaving me completely naked before him.

He pauses to look at me, his gaze drifting up then down my body and settling on my pussy.

The way he’s staring at me with those wild eyes and that mesmerized expression on his handsome face sends thrills running through me.

No one has ever looked at me like that before, and what I feel is…

I can’t quite describe it. It’s like desire and terror wrapped in one.

It scares me. Because it’s him.

But for the first time in forever, I don’t care about doing the safe thing or the thing I “should” do.