Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

“Naomi.” His voice was rough as it caressed the syllables of my name, and then his hands were on me, yanking me into him. His mouth found mine, and I was lost to sensation. Drowning in desire. Neither of us wanted to want this. Maybe that’s what made it feel so damn good. One hand slid into my hair while the other pressed my lower back until I was flush against him. “Knox,” I breathed. “This isn’t what you want,” I reminded him. “It’s what I need,” he said before diving back into the kiss. This wasn’t the kiss from the waiting room. This was different, desperate. I lost myself in it. Every thought tumbled out of my head until I was nothing but feeling. His mouth was hard and demanding, just like the man. I softened under him. Welcoming him. He responded by tugging at my hair to angle my head just the way he wanted as he slanted his mouth over mine. His tongue didn’t twine or dance with mine—it battled mine into submission. He stole my breath, my logic, every reason why this was a terrible idea. He took them all and made them disappear. “That’s what I need, baby. I need to feel you go soft under me. Need you to let me have you.”