EMBER’S POV

Knox doesn’t wait for me to answer.

His mouth crashes into mine again with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs, his hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt — the only thing I’m wearing — and dragging me so hard against his body that I can feel every ridge of muscle, every line of tension, every inch of the erection already straining against his pants.

He kisses me like he’s been starving for it, like all those hours of holding back and being careful and treating me like something fragile have finally reached their breaking point.

Behind us, Gale is still screaming.

“Get your...