Tension stretched between us, lengthening and thickening with each passing second. At that instant, I would’ve done anything for him to kiss me. It was all I could think about. My body felt like a time bomb ready to explode.
I opened my mouth to ask for what I needed, and the air tripped in my lungs, a small moan escaping my parted lips. That was all the encouragement he needed. His body shifted closer to mine, our legs tangling and erasing every suggestion of space between us. I didn’t know who made the next move, but suddenly our lips fused together like two halves of a whole.
My hands edged up his chest and around his neck, eventually landing in the silken strands of his hair. His lips slanted against mine, and I unlocked my mouth, giving him what he demanded and taking what I wanted. I clung to him, tasting him, exploring him and meeting him stroke for stroke. I melted into him.
“Trinity,” he breathed against my mouth, and my heart swelled with warmth. I loved the rumbling sound of my name on his lips.
“Yes?” I answered, sliding one of my hands inside his jacket, twining his striped tie around my wrist.
His hands slipped from my waist, and he stepped back. He cleared his throat. “The car is here.”
I blinked away the fog of lust and zeroed in on Knox’s blue BMW sedan, idling next to the curb. The valet stood next to the open passenger door, his eyes carefully averted. “Right.” I nodded. “I see that.”
Ten minutes later, Knox pulled over to the curb on a quiet side street and lowered the volume on his radio to a faint hum. The sudden stop set my already frayed nerves on edge. Neither of us had made a single comment when we got in his car. At some point, he planned to bring up my connection to Derrick, but my mind was stuck on repeat, replaying our kiss so many times I thought my head would explode.
“Look, Trinity, I’m sorry about that kiss. It got out of hand.” My stomach rolled, and I clutched my purse to my chest, digging the pads of my fingers into the gold buckle. I didn’t like where this was headed. “But when Miles followed us out, I realized he intended to approach you, and I took advantage of the opportunity to make him believe him we’re together.”
Red-hot shame crept up my face. I’d forgotten about his suggestion to pretend we were together. He’d been playing a game to goad Miles, and I got caught up in the moment, romanticizing the kiss. Romanticizing the moment.
“Right, Miles,” I finally muttered when the silence threatened to become uncomfortable.
“Good news, though, I think it worked. Did you catch his expression after we got in the car?”
“Um.” I licked my lips, then cleared my throat. “Actually, I missed it.”
He chuckled. “Too bad. I think you would’ve enjoyed it.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right,” I mumbled, focusing on the details of the darkened windows in front of me so I wouldn’t give in to the insane urge to cry. I felt like a total idiot. Sadly, I didn’t want or need another man in my life right now, but the second Knox kissed me I’d been ready to toss my convictions out the window.
He squeezed my upper arm. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” I blurted out. “I was just thinking.”
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Tell me about Benton.”
I jerked my head to the side so I could see his face. “What do you want to know?” I asked, stalling for time.
“Everything. I need to understand your motives, and while I believe you’re done with Miles, I’m not sure what’s going on with Benton.”
I chewed my bottom lip. “Why does my relationship with him matter? You told me Lang and Miles were involved in a blackmail scheme. How does Benton fit in the picture?”
“I’m not revealing anything else until I understand the exact extent of your relationship with Benton.”
Defeat settled in my bones, and my shoulders sagged. “There’s not much to tell. I met him before I moved to D.C. He’s
I opened my mouth to ask for what I needed, and the air tripped in my lungs, a small moan escaping my parted lips. That was all the encouragement he needed. His body shifted closer to mine, our legs tangling and erasing every suggestion of space between us. I didn’t know who made the next move, but suddenly our lips fused together like two halves of a whole.
My hands edged up his chest and around his neck, eventually landing in the silken strands of his hair. His lips slanted against mine, and I unlocked my mouth, giving him what he demanded and taking what I wanted. I clung to him, tasting him, exploring him and meeting him stroke for stroke. I melted into him.
“Trinity,” he breathed against my mouth, and my heart swelled with warmth. I loved the rumbling sound of my name on his lips.
“Yes?” I answered, sliding one of my hands inside his jacket, twining his striped tie around my wrist.
His hands slipped from my waist, and he stepped back. He cleared his throat. “The car is here.”
I blinked away the fog of lust and zeroed in on Knox’s blue BMW sedan, idling next to the curb. The valet stood next to the open passenger door, his eyes carefully averted. “Right.” I nodded. “I see that.”
Ten minutes later, Knox pulled over to the curb on a quiet side street and lowered the volume on his radio to a faint hum. The sudden stop set my already frayed nerves on edge. Neither of us had made a single comment when we got in his car. At some point, he planned to bring up my connection to Derrick, but my mind was stuck on repeat, replaying our kiss so many times I thought my head would explode.
“Look, Trinity, I’m sorry about that kiss. It got out of hand.” My stomach rolled, and I clutched my purse to my chest, digging the pads of my fingers into the gold buckle. I didn’t like where this was headed. “But when Miles followed us out, I realized he intended to approach you, and I took advantage of the opportunity to make him believe him we’re together.”
Red-hot shame crept up my face. I’d forgotten about his suggestion to pretend we were together. He’d been playing a game to goad Miles, and I got caught up in the moment, romanticizing the kiss. Romanticizing the moment.
“Right, Miles,” I finally muttered when the silence threatened to become uncomfortable.
“Good news, though, I think it worked. Did you catch his expression after we got in the car?”
“Um.” I licked my lips, then cleared my throat. “Actually, I missed it.”
He chuckled. “Too bad. I think you would’ve enjoyed it.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right,” I mumbled, focusing on the details of the darkened windows in front of me so I wouldn’t give in to the insane urge to cry. I felt like a total idiot. Sadly, I didn’t want or need another man in my life right now, but the second Knox kissed me I’d been ready to toss my convictions out the window.
He squeezed my upper arm. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” I blurted out. “I was just thinking.”
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Tell me about Benton.”
I jerked my head to the side so I could see his face. “What do you want to know?” I asked, stalling for time.
“Everything. I need to understand your motives, and while I believe you’re done with Miles, I’m not sure what’s going on with Benton.”
I chewed my bottom lip. “Why does my relationship with him matter? You told me Lang and Miles were involved in a blackmail scheme. How does Benton fit in the picture?”
“I’m not revealing anything else until I understand the exact extent of your relationship with Benton.”
Defeat settled in my bones, and my shoulders sagged. “There’s not much to tell. I met him before I moved to D.C. He’s
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