We both groan at the sensations coursing through our bodies. My eyes drift shut as Knox starts to move, his thrusts deep and steady. I cling to him because it’s the only thing I can do to try to anchor myself. It's almost too much. Between him being inside of me and us doing this in the library where I work. I know we should stop, but at the same time, it's exactly what I crave. What I need.
“Knox,” I gasp out, tipping my head back. “Oh my?—”
He grunts in response as he finds a quicker rhythm. One hand grips my hip tightly while the other makes its way to my hair so that he can tug my head to the side to leave another trail of open-mouthed kisses along my neck. I'm so lost in everything that is happening that I barely remember my own name. The only sounds are our labored breathing and the occasional creak of the bookshelf as Knox drives into me again and again. It's a miracle no one has come looking for me yet.
Thank fuck for that.
“You feel so good,” Knox groans against my throat. “So fucking perfect.”
I can feel the pleasure building inside of me every time he hits that one particular spot that only he has found. I'm so close to slipping off the edge.
“Knox, I'm going to...” The words dissolve into a small cry as he reaches between us to rub my clit.
“That's it, picosita. Come for me,” he urges.
And who am I to not give him what we both want? A few more thrusts and I find myself biting down hard on his shirt to muffle my cries as I come undone. Knox’s hips begin to move more erratically just before he finds his release.
We stay like that for a long moment as we try to catch our breath. Knox presses his forehead to mine and I run my fingers through his hair, savoring this moment together. But reality soon slams into me. We just had sex. In the library. Where I work. What was I thinking? I can't believe I let myself get so carried away.
“Hey,” Knox says softly, sensing the shift in my mood. “You okay?”
I nod slowly, but I refuse to look him in the eye. “Yeah, I just... We shouldn't have done that here. What if someone had caught us?”
Knox carefully sets me back on my feet, keeping his hands on my hips to steady me. “No one saw us, Selene. I made sure of it.” He tilts my chin up gently, forcing me to look at him. “I would never let anything happen to jeopardize your job or reputation. You know that, right?”
I search his eyes before I release a shaky breath. “I know. I trust you. It's just... a lot to process.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Well, processing is kind of your specialty, isn't it? Overthinking in that brilliant mind of yours.” He taps my temple playfully.
I can't help but laugh softly as some of the tension drains from my body. “Shut up. You like my brilliant overthinking mind.”
“Mmm, I like a lot of things about you,” he says, leaning in to brush a tender kiss across my lips. “Especially the fact that you just let me fuck you senseless in the library.”
I groan, shoving at his chest as I note that he said like this time. “You're insufferable. Now help me get dressed before someone really does come looking for me.”
Knox chuckles but obligingly helps me fix my clothes. I know I’m going to have to clean myself up after these activities, but it won’t be too long before my shift is over, and the library is closedfor the night. Once we're both presentable again, Knox pulls me into his arms.
And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
33
SELENE
Inearly jump out of my bed when I hear a sharp knock on my door. Who could be here at this ungodly hour? I stumble to the door, my mind already racing with ways to tell the person on the other side to fuck off. I swing it open, ready to unleash my sleep-deprived fury, but my words die in my throat. Knox stands there with a charming smirk on his face, holding two steaming cups of coffee and a bag that smells suspiciously like breakfast sandwiches from Brewed Beginnings.
“Morning, picosita,” he says, his voice far too chipper for this early hour. “I figured the only way I'd keep myself out of bed after practice was with the promise of seeing your beautiful face.”
I step aside, letting him into my dorm room. “You're lucky you come bearing gifts,” I tease, reaching for one of the coffees. “Otherwise, I might have had to slam the door in your face for waking me up so early.”
Knox chuckles, setting the bag of sandwiches on my desk. “And risk missing out on all of this? Never.”
We settle around my desk and unwrap the breakfast sandwiches. I take a big whiff of the aromas of bacon and eggsas they fills the room. Between that and the smell of coffee, I’m already in heaven. I take a bite and let out a low moan.
Knox raises an eyebrow at me and tilts his head to one side. “If I knew a simple breakfast sandwich could make you moan like that, I would've been at your door every morning.”
I playfully swat at his arm. “Shut up and eat your sandwich, Sanchez.”
We dig into our breakfast, the comfortable silence stretching a bit longer than I anticipated, but that’s probably because we are both starving.