Page 54 of Quarantine Crush
His words are sweet–almost too sweet in the midst of all of this rough-and-tumble, sexy energy between us. From anyone else, it might have been a turn-off. But my heart cracks open, and emotion rushes in, and I find myself smiling shyly.
“Noted,” I say, breathless.
Apparently satisfied, Knox shoves his shorts down to his ankles and kicks them aside. My eyes travel down, and I can’t help but stare.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I say, slightly awed at the sight of him fully naked–and fully erect. God bless America, this boy is the full package. Pun intended.
He grins and reaches toward my hips, sliding my panties off in one smooth motion.
Then he looks up at me and winks. “Neither are you.”
He lowers himself over me, and the moment our bodies touch, I forget the joking and the professing of feelings and everything else as I lose myself in this moment. The feel of Knox’s body brushing against mine. His lips on my own. His hand–
Oh.
He shifts aside and trails his hand down my bared stomach, causing my skin to tingle in its wake. His thumb brushes my clit, and I arch off the bed, making a small sound of pleasure. When his finger slips inside me, I moan, rocking my hips to the rhythm of his movements. He growls low, biting my lip as the movement of his hand becomes frenzied, and I move with it on a wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me.
The orgasm rockets through me, tearing a cry from me, but the noise I make is muffled by Knox’s hungry mouth. He kisses me like he wants to swallow me whole–and I can’t think of a better way to go.
Knox repositions himself, and before my first orgasm is spent, he’s sliding inside me. I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate his size. My eyes snap to his and find his hooded gaze locked on mine.
“Emy,” he whispers, sliding out and back in again.
So fucking slowly.
It’s excruciating. And mind-blowing.
The way he fills me. The way he moves inside me.
My muscles clench around him, and he hisses a breath out between his teeth.
“You’re going to make me come doing that,” he growls.
I grin. “That’s the idea.”
He thrusts into me hard enough that my smile is replaced by a moan. After that, there’s no more talking. Knox watches me with an intensity that makes my skin heat as he fills me. Our bodies finally come together, and I cling to him until we go careening over the edge together.
* * *
The soundof a phone ringing wakes me, and I groan.
“Shit,” Knox curses softly.
I turn my head in time to see him lean over the side of the bed and fumble with his pants. He pulls his phone from his pocket, frowning down at the screen.
“Too early,” I mumble, closing my eyes. Or too late. It’s still dark out, so who knows.
The bed shifts as he moves, and I crack one eye open in time to see him pull on his shorts before slipping out of the room. My eyes dart to the clock on the stand near the bed, my brows furrowing with confusion when I realize it’s after four a.m.
“Who the hell is calling this early?” I grumble before tossing off the covers. Knox’s t-shirt is on the floor near my door, so I scoop it up and pull it on before padding down the hall after him.
“Don’t fuck with me, Nelle,” Knox says, his voice still gravelly from sleep. “Are you serious?”
Knox is standing with his back to me as he looks out the balcony door, the light of the moon illuminating his perfect form. A form that spent a lot of time on top of mine last night. My thighs ache at the memory.
“How many investors are insisting I stay?” he asks.
I watch as he nods and runs his hand through his hair. Something about his posture and tone puts me on edge.
