I let myself in the front door, the scent of savory meat making my mouth water. Knight stood at the stove, stirring meat in a sizzling skillet.
After his comment at the cookout with the Forrester brothers, I realized Knight thought I didn’t like him.
The real problem was, I liked himtoomuch.
Still, I was a twenty-five-year-old adult. Adoctor. I had to stop running away from Knight like a skittish handmaiden. It wasn’t as if I had any virtue for him to steal. I’d happily handed it over years ago.
I approached the kitchen. I’d just get a glass of water, make a little polite conversation, and show Knight that I wasn’t an asshole.
“Hey, Knight.”
He looked over, blinking in surprise. Was it really that incredible that I’d greet him? Maybe.
“Hey.” His tone was subdued as he flicked off the burner. “I made dinner if you want some.”
“Oh, I don’t want to eat your food.”
“There’s plenty to share. Just grab a plate.”
I glanced at the pan, hesitant. “I, uh, don’t think?—”
“Christ, Aiden, it’s just dinner,” Knight exploded. “It’s not a freaking proposal.”
“I know that!”
“Well, why do you run and hide all the damn time? I get it. You would have never fucked around with me if you knew who I was. I’m not good enough for someone like you. But do you?—”
“Are you serious?” Fury blazed through me. “Why wouldn’t you be good enough?”
“You know why,” he said tightly.
“That’s bullshit!Of courseyou’re good enough. You’re too good. God, Knight, you’re so…”
Our eyes locked, the air between us thick and crackling.
“I’m so what?” he rasped.
“You’re so…”
Inescapable. Inevitable.
Irresistible.
I couldn’t say any of that. I could no longer say anything at all. The tension grew taut between us, and I was caught in its current.
I surged forward, and Knight was right there to catch me in a fiery kiss. Our mouths crashed together, teeth clacking, my bottom lip catching on his incisor. The pain was welcome. Any touch from Knight was a balm for my aching need. He clamped a hand around my jaw and held me in place as headjusted for a deeper kiss, his tongue soothing over my sore bottom lip before pushing into my mouth.
The counter dug into the small of my back. Knight was kissing me so forcefully I was doing a backbend over the sink. I held on to the back of his neck, mouth fused with his, wrestling for control of the kiss.
He broke for breath, eyes meeting mine.
“You’re sogood, Knight.” My voice shook with how much I wanted him. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you are.”
His nostrils flared. “Me either, Angel.”
I pushed him back. Concern flared in his eyes. “Please don’t?—”
I dropped to my knees.