Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(55)

Am I?

“She was mean about my business. She called me artsy-fartsy,” I protest. “It’s not funny, Knox.” Placing my hands on my waist, I pop a hip.

His bronzed face continues to crease, his olive skin against his chalk-white tee shirt contrasts perfectly.

“Okay, whatever,” I mutter. “Yes, hilarious. You know she seems a bit fatal attraction-like. Should I be worried? Hamish has a bunny. A white one.”

This sets Knox off again.

What is so funny?

“I should make you one of our security guards at the hotel at the front gate. I was right about the Westie nickname. You are feisty.” He strides forward, pulling me into his arms. “Such a surprise.”

I can't hold my tongue. “Why are you calling her tomorrow?”

His face drops. “To ensure she knows we are through. Completely finished.”

My shoulders slump, relieved.

Knox pulls what looks like a car key fob from his back pocket, placing it in my hand. “This is for you.”

I run my finger over the metal and plastic fob.

“That one, lettered A.” Knox points to the silver shiny button. “That opens the electric gate to my house. And that one.” He points to button B. “That opens the garage door. Park your car in there tonight. Lincoln is working nights this week. It’s precautionary. I will text you the code to the side door that leads through to the main house. The one we went through on Friday evening.”

My head bobs nervously.

He’s giving me a key to his house. He must trust me.

“I will try not to lose this between now and having to give it back to you later.”

“It’s yours. For keeps. To come and go as you please. We need to be careful until we tell Lincoln, but that’s your own key.”

A giggle rises from my belly. “Okay. I might steal your Cobra.”

“She has a tracker.”

“I don’t care. It would be worth it.”

“Try it and I may have to handcuff you, Sunshine.” His voice turns dark.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Might be. Soft, metal, or leather?”

He’s being serious.

Desire mingled with desperation forces me to clench my fists tight. I want to reach out and kiss him again, but we’re forbidden in my giant, brighter than a light box studio.

I must learn to control my carnal urges in public.

Knox doesn’t wait for my answer. “We’ll buy them together.”

“I’ve never…”

“Me either. It’ll be fun. I want to try new things with you.”

Ditto.

A powerful, indescribable force passes between us.

What is that?

Whatever it is, I feel it all the way down to my tippy-toes.

He whispers, “I have to go before I fuck you on the dance floor. I’ll order takeout and pick it up on the way home. Do what you need to do. Lock up, and I’ll see you at the house. You owe me a lap dance.”

Aw, crap. The things I do for my sisters. I’ve never given anyone a lap dance before.

“I would kiss you, but…” Knox waves his hand in an arc, gesturing to the wall-to-wall windows and bright studio lights. “See you at the house, Sunshine.”

Every instinct in me wants to kiss him goodbye, too, but I don’t.

Knox bounces energetically in the direction of the studio exit. He seems lighter tonight. Happier.

“Hey, Knox,” I call after him.

He turns on his heel.

“You’ve got great moves for an old man. I loved dancing with you this evening.”

Delighted, he winks.

Yeah, this man may very well steal my heart.

If he hasn’t already.





CHAPTER 13





Eva

I move in time to the mellow music as I dramatically striptease for Knox, peeling my snug jeans from my body.

Circular, slow booty rolls in sexy waves, I tease Knox more.

Like a king, he’s sitting on his charcoal-gray button-back sofa positioned next to his lit bedroom fireplace.

Legs spread wide, eyes fixed on me, both arms are draped along the back of the sofa. He stares.

The crackling flames from the roaring fire cast my moving shadow shapes across the vast room as I rotate my body, running my hands down my naked chest, stomach, and thighs.

The sexy, slow pulse of “Purple Rain” by Prince builds with intensity across the room.

His choice.

The meaning of the song is not lost on me. He waited, didn’t want to split me and Ewan up, and wants to be more than a part-time lover.

I know this song. It represents a deeper meaning, a new beginning.

A new dawn.

I didn’t need to be persuaded. I want this new start.

With him.

Unhurried, I swivel my hips in a figure eight before crawling into his lap to straddle him.

Gripping the back of the sofa, I press my naked chest against his tee shirt, grinding my hips into his crotch.

Our eyes hold steady.

Knox skillfully anchors his hands around my waist and assists as I grind in time to the drums of the orchestral music.

Arching my back, thrusting my breasts into his face, I roll my body around in a semicircle, making my hair fall loose over my shoulders in waves.