Page 108 of Entombed In Sin

“I’ll tell you something if you share something with me.” His blue eye flashes with mischievousness.

I study his face. Though he’s just as beautiful to look at as he had been before Angel Eyes captured us, there’s something different about him. There’s a subdued solemnness in his gaze. His smiles don’t last as long as they used to either. My heart twists. Knox is better at hiding his internal scars than I am, but they’re there.

“What do I have that you want?” I ask him.

If I wasn’t watching him so closely, I wouldn’t have noticed the way Knox’s shoulders stiffen or how his thighs tense beneath my legs.

“I want your hands on me.”

Knox’s request throws me for a bit of a loop.

I give him an uncertain smile. “You don’t have to ask for that, Knox. You know I enjoy touching you.”

“Will you now, though, after…” His voice, low and tense, trails off for a second. Any sign of a smile fades. “After what happened, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about touching… Or being touched.”

Given how people have hurt him in the past, I know why Knox is hesitant. He’s not presumptuous like Sagan back at the hospital. He won’t touch me if that’s not what I want. For someone who has a flippant disregard for life and mercy, it’s a wonder thatthisis where Knox has drawn his moral line. For a second, we simply stare at each other—sharing a somber moment. It’s filled with unspoken apologies, of solidarity, and understanding. What the two of us went through will bind us in a way nothing else could.

“Come here,” I whisper, breaking the short silence.

Knox studies my face for a moment—not moving until he’s found whatever it is he’s looking for. When he does, he’s careful not to jostle me too much. He spreads my legs and shifts on the couch until he’s suddenly over top of me. A knee sits between my thighs and the other is between my right leg and the back of the couch. His arms come up on either side of my face and he grips the armrest I’m leaning against.

I stare up into Knox’s face as he looks down at me. Holding his gaze, I reach up slowly. I don’t warn Knox that I’m about to touch him, but he tenses anyway.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I open my mouth to ask him the same thing, but stop myself. If Knox didn’t want this—my hands on him—he wouldn’t have used it as a bartering chip. He’s sure that he wants this. Without any more hesitation, I place my palms flat on his stomach—showing him just how sure I am.

Knox sucks in a sharp breath. His abs flex beneath my hands and his eye slams shut. A small grunt remains tucked behind his lips, but I hear it all the same.

“Knox?”

I’m worried by the way his nose wrinkles and his chest stops moving. For another few seconds, he holds himself that way. When Knox finally let’s go of the breath he’s been holding, his eye flutters open and his muscles slowly uncoil.

“Are you ok?” I ask him.

Rather than answer me directly, Knox’s head swoops down, and he claims my lips with a harsh kiss. I’m momentarily stunned. His kiss is hard and demanding. Heat unfurls in my chest and heads in two different directions. The first is north, into my face. My blush is ridiculous, but the excitement of having Knox’s mouth pressed against mine makes me feel giddy and shy. Another stretch of heat barrels down between my legs. I gasp as my body comes to life.

Knox’s tongue darts out and he licks against the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open up for him. I do. He eats up my gasp of delight as his tongue plunges into my mouth and our tongues stroke one another. My hands slide up Knox’s stomach, too greedy to experience touching all of him to settle in one spot. Another shudder rushes through Knox, but he doesn’t break the kiss. Instead, he growls hungrily. The sound is repeated when my hands spread apart and my thumbs toy with his nipples before caressing the rest of his chest.

Knox pulls away from my mouth only so that he can kiss across my cheek, then down the length of my neck. I gasp and squirm as he sucks the sensitive skin beneath my ear. My thighs try to squeeze together in an attempt to dampen the heat that’s growing more intense by the second, but Knox’s knee is in the way.

He chuckles against my skin before his mouth returns to mine. Purposefully, Knox shifts his knee up so that it’s pressed against my clit through the sweatpants I’m wearing. He gobbles up my soft cry of surprise as his tongue dives back into my mouth. Unable to stop myself, I grind my hips against him. The friction that the movement creates immediately drives me insane. Since Sagan’s claiming touch back at the hospital, I’ve been desperately craving being back in the arms of my guys. Now I’m here with Knox and all that frantic energy that’s been rolling around inside me has an outlet.

My hands slide from Knox’s chest to his back where my fingers curl, digging into his skin as continues to kiss me. I roll and grind my hips, finding that perfect rhythm I know will get me to my orgasm quickly. While riding his leg, I pretend the pain radiating from my abdomen is just a figment of my imagination. I want this so badly I’m willing to pull a few stitches to see this through to the end.

“Knox, I believe whatever is in the oven is burning.”

The sound of Thatcher’s voice only gives me a moment’s pause. I would’ve dove right back into the moment with Knox, but suddenly his body vanishes from over top of me.

“Shit! Be right back!” he calls, already darting around Thatcher, who steps into the room to get out of Knox’s way.

“No, wait!” I call out, my voice a whine as I squeeze my thighs together. The abrupt halt of the coiling tension in my lower stomach causes a shudder of need to run through me. I groan with frustration.

Thatcher chuckles as he saunters toward me. I glare up at him as he approaches.

“You could’ve waited a few more seconds,” I pout, only half-teasing.

Thatcher’s smile is bright and full of mischief. “I suppose I could’ve but, then again, I may have had an ulterior motive for breaking this up.”

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