Page 93 of In the Long Run
Eugene is asleep down the hall.
A growly ‘C’mere’ rumbles out of Knox’s chest as he pulls back the neatly made bedding, climbs in and moves over until his back is pressed against the wall.
I slide in, overwhelmed by the warmth of his body, the scent that’s so perfectly Knox on his sheets.I’ve never been so cosy.
Or wide awake.
We lie in silence and I try to match my breathing to his.To give in to the contentedness seeping throughout my body.Tell myself that we’ll be able to find some time to be properly alone very soon.But it doesn’t work.
Because this is Knox’s bed.
And he’s hard.
And I want to know what it’s like when he’s inside me.
I bite back a quiet moan and bury my face in the pillow.
I freeze when Knox’s hand shifts from my hip to my stomach to the underside of my breast.My skin’s on fire.
‘I can’t sleep,’ he whispers.
‘Neither can I,’ I reply, willing him to move his hand a little bit higher.
‘Want to know a secret?’
Yes.Always.I want them all.
‘You’re the first woman to spend the night here with me.’
His hand’s moving again.Coasting up and down my side, snaking up between my breasts.
‘You never brought anyone else home?’
He kisses the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, scratching the sensitive skin with his stubble and I shiver.
‘Nope.’
I push back, encouraging him to grind against me.Any trace of drowsiness is long gone, replaced with scorching hot need.It makes my nerves sing, pools between my legs, makes my pussy throb.
‘Can you be quiet?’Knox palms my breast, then squeezes it.
Oh, God.I exhale roughly and nod jerkily.
His free hand hooks under the waistband of my leggings, flirting with the elastic of my panties.I’m making a mess of myself already.‘I’ve been dreaming about having you in my bed,’ he says before sucking on my neck, pushing his hand inside my pants.He pulls my panties to the side and groans when he feels how ready I am for him.
‘Always so wet, Halliday.’He teases me, keeping his touch light, dipping into my entrance before immediately withdrawing.Tracing circles along my pussy.Making me arch and squirm.‘You’re a goddamn dream come true.’
I moan loudly and slap a hand across my mouth.My apology is muffled.
‘You have to be quiet.’He’s so stern and I’m so into it.
‘I can … I can do that,’ I whisper.
‘That’s my girl.’He punctuates his words with a quick snap of his hips, and I push against him.Feel how hot his cock is through the thin material of my leggings, his boxer briefs.
‘Do you want me to make you come, Gen?’
So much yes.
