EMBER’S POV

For one hot, hanging second I think he’s going to kiss me right there. But instead, Knox extends his hand. Palm up, waiting.

I take it.

The second our skin touches, electricity shoots up my arm. Not static—something hotter, deeper, like someone lit a fuse inside my bones.

I try to pull back but his grip tightens, and with one brutal yank he hauls me off the couch and straight into his lap.

I crash against his chest, legs tangling awkwardly over the arm of the chair. Before I can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto mine.

This isn’t the desperate fumbling from the bathroom. This is possession....