Chapter 25

WILLOW

He listens.

Of course he listens.

He knows what’s on my mind.

What I need from him.

I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t pregnant, he’d toss me over his shoulder and run across campus.

We move in a blur.

Fast.

Holding hands.

Temptation lingering.

The rest of the world means nothing to me.

We don’t even have to worry about sneaking around now either. Not that we really needed to before. Just… whatever, you know?

This is about us.

Plus, we both know if anyone gets in our way or says something stupid, they’re going to get hit.

I can’t explain why the thought of violence is turning me on so much.

This isn’t like me at all.

Knox moves faster.

I linger behind him.

I’m jogging almost on my toes after him.

Smiling.

I’m so turned on too.

My thighs tremble.

My panties… well… if you want to know… they’re sticky and clinging against my body.

I’m wet.

Soaked.

Almost dripping.

We get to my dorm and Knox picks me up and carries me inside.

I laugh.

I feel… good.

So good.

Knox shuts the door. Locks it.

It’s just us again.

Alone. Together.

Finally.

As he holds me, we stare at each other.

I’m eye level with him.

There’s a few seconds of pause between us.

Then we kiss.

His mouth tastes good.

His tongue teases my lips.

I part them and groan.

The kiss gets hotter. Faster. Perfect.

I grab at his hair, my fingers digging and scratching.

My hips have no control over themselves as I buck at him.

His hands touch my ass. They hold me. Tight. They squeeze.

He starts to walk.

Right for my bedroom.

Something weird then happens.

We’re kissing. Making out.

Our lips close, we pull away, then we go back for more.

Loud kisses. Wet kisses. Sloppy kisses.

The kind of kisses where you know things are about to get really hot.

But as we move into my bedroom I have a sudden sense of dread wash over me.

Like an ice-cold… fear…

My body.

Everything about it.

I know I’m not nine months pregnant with a beachball-sized belly.

I know I’m not waddling and have back pain.

But I’m still pregnant. Right now.

I stop kissing Knox.

I touch his face.

He stops at the edge of my bed and gently sits me down.

He hovers over me as I look up at him.

“What is it, baby?” Knox whispers.

His lips brush against mine.

“Nothing,” I lie.

“Willow, you just went from hot to cold…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Tell me what happened,” he says.

I shake my head.

Knox touches my sides. His fingertips flirt with the bottom of my shirt.

My toes curl tight in my shoes.

I drop my hands to the bed and I curl my hands.

Knox kisses my neck.

I look up at the ceiling.

My body is fighting itself now.

My chin quivers…

“Knox,” I call out.

He pauses. “Talk to me, baby.”

I take a deep breath and shut my eyes. “I need to know if this is weird. I’m pregnant. My body… you know?”

“Look at me right now, Willow,” Knox orders.

I do as I’m told.

Our eyes lock tight.

Knox places his right hand to my stomach. “You have nothing to worry about, baby. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect.”

He might just be saying that just to get into my panties.

But the way he stares at me…

He either means it or he’s the greatest liar of all time.

My toes curl some more. Every muscle in my legs tighten too.

“Knox…”

“That’s right, baby. You just focus on moaning my name. I’ll handle the rest.”

Yup, just like that, once again, Knox has gained full access to tear my panties off and do whatever he wants.