Page 88 of Captured Love

His lips quirk into that familiar smirk. “What? I can't visit my girlfriend at work?” I shiver when he leans in, and I feel his breath hot against my ear. “Besides, there's something kinda hot about fooling around here, isn’t there?”

I giggle as I playfully shove at his chest. “You're ridiculous. And we are not having sex in the library!”

“Who said anything about sex?” Knox teases, but the heat in his eyes tells a different story.

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the way my body responds to his. “I know how your mind works, Sanchez. But I'm at work. And as much as I appreciate the company, I can't exactly take a break.”

Knox doesn't retreat, his hands settling more firmly on my hips as he backs me up against the bookshelf. “I think you can spare a few minutes,” he murmurs, his face hovering inches from mine. “I saw that you have someone working at the circulation desk with you tonight. No one's going to miss you but me.”

I can’t shift my gaze from his because the intensity in his brown eyes has me locked in. I know I should push him away, insist that I need to get back to work. But I can't seem to make myself move.

“Knox, we can't,” I breathe, even as my hands come up to rest against his muscular chest. “Not here.”

“There’s no one down here, and I made sure we're in a camera blind spot. It's just you and me, Selene.”

I hate that I have to be the bigger person here because there’s nothing I want more than for him to bend me over this book cart and take me. However, before I can protest further, he closes the distance between us and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. A muffled whimper escapes me as my fingers clench the fabric of his white t-shirt in an effort to bring him closer.

It was foolish of me to even think that I would have enough strength to deny this because I want it as bad as he does. Knox's kiss is demanding, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that makes my knees weak. You would think it was weeks since we’ve seen each other instead of a day and a half, but I don’t mind one bit. His hands roam my back, sliding under the hem of my sweater to caress my lower back beneath it.

I know we shouldn't be doing this here, now, but I can't bring myself to care. Not when Knox is kissing me like I'm the air he needs to breathe. Like nothing else matters, period.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I tip my head back against the bookshelf togive him better access. A low moan escapes me as he finds that sensitive spot just below my ear.

“Shhh,” he warns; his breath feels hot against my skin. “We need to be quiet, remember? We’re in the library after all.”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Knox's hands slide down to my thighs and he lifts me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me harder against the shelf. I can feel him, all of him, pressed against me, and I know my panties are growing wetter by the second.

He recaptures my mouth, kissing me deeply as he rocks his hips into mine. My mind goes hazy and even though I know I should stop this, I still can't seem to care. Not when he feels this good. Not when I want him this much.

Knox's hands slide further under my sweater, and I feel his fingers skimming my ribcage before cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my black bra. I’d worn it to feel confident today and I’m now even happier that I did. I arch into his touch as a breathy moan escapes my lips. He swallows the sound with another kiss as his hands make their way to my leggings.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as Knox's fingers tug at the waistband of my leggings before pushing them down my hips. I gasp as the cool air hits my bare skin, slightly cooling me down but doing nothing to dim the heat radiating between us. Knox doesn’t even bother to remove my leggings all the way or lower my panties at all. He shifts them to the side and his fingers find my pussy.

“Already so wet for me,” he says approvingly, circling my clit with his thumb. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

My eyes widen at his word choice, but my brain is only able to process what he said, not comment on it. Instead, I find myself biting my lip hard to keep from crying out. And all of that is before he slides a finger inside of me. I clench around him, myhips rocking instinctively to meet his touch. All I can think is that I want more. More of this. More of him.

“Knox...” I whimper. “Please...”

He nips lightly at my skin before he replies. “Please what, picosita? Tell me what you want.”

I swallow hard. “You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it.” His finger curls inside me and I’m convinced he’s discovered another spot of mine that I didn’t know existed. I have to bury my face into his chest to muffle my moan.

“I want you to—” I breathe as my nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt. “I want you keep fucking me with your fingers.”

Knox pulls his body back slightly to give me one of his cocky smirks. That is the only warning I receive before his fingers began moving faster. I can barely think straight, lost in the pleasure he is enacting on my body. His thumb presses against my clit and I swear I see the entire Milky Way.

“That's it, baby,” he encourages against my lips. “Let go for me.”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and I'm flying apart at the seams. I bite my lip so hard to keep quiet as my whole body trembles with the force of my release. Knox works me through it and doesn’t stop until I collapse against him.

“Holy shit,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

Knox chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “That's just the beginning. I'm not done with you yet.”

He eases his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean. The sight sends another bolt of desire straight to my core. Before I can fully recover, he's undoing his jeans and freeing his cock. He quickly puts a condom on and grabs my legs. Before I can blink, he’s yanking off my underwear and leggings and wrapping my legs around his waist. It takeswhat feels like an eternity before he positions himself at my entrance and with one smooth thrust, he's inside me, stretching and filling me up as if we are made for each other.

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