Page 61 of Hometown Touchdown
I’m grinding down on him now, shameless and frantic, his cock hard beneath me and still trapped behind sweatpants—but barely. Every shift of my hips makes him hiss through his teeth, and the low, broken sound he makes when I press down harder nearly undoes me.
“Brynn—” His voice is wrecked. “Fuck, baby girl, slow down or I’m gonna—”
“I don’t want to slow down,” I breathe, rocking harder, chasing it. “Do you?”
His answer is a growl against my neck, one hand slipping between us, fingers pressing between my legs, through the damp fabric that’s soaked through from how badly I want him.
It’s messy and hot and not even close to enough—our bodies moving like we forgot what restraint even feels like. I keep moving, the sounds of my moans filling the room, chasing friction, and he’s letting me—his hands locked on my hips, his jaw clenched tight like he’s hanging on by a thread.
“Fuck, Brynn, you are so goddamn sexy when you take what you want.” His hands roam up my sides to grip my breasts through my bra.
“God, Knox, I can feel it, I’m gonna come.”
“Please, Brynn, come apart for me. I wanna make you feel so good.”
“I can feel your cock. God, you’re so hard right now.”
My breaths come faster, the release is so close. Our bodies are a sweaty tangled mess as he presses his thigh against me again and that was all that I needed. My body slows as the orgasm consumes me.
“That’s it, come for me. Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
With his hands gripping my hips, he moves me slowly as his eyes are laser focused on my face, watching every change in my expression as I come.
I look down at him, my eyes locked with his. “I love you, Knox.” It probably isn’t the right time to say it, but I can’t keep it inside any longer. He takes my jaw in his hands, and he lowers my lips to his. This kiss is soft, it’s agreement, it’s love.
I keep rocking, riding out my high until I feel his whole body tense beneath me, and then he groans—low and broken and absolutely filthy—and Ifeelit.
The shudder that runs through him.
The way he buries his face in my neck.
The warmth that spreads between us as he comes, hard, in his pants.
The power of it hits me like heat rolling off pavement. I did that. With nothing but cotton between us and a rhythm we both couldn’t get enough of.
He’s panting, flushed, wrecked, still inside the lines of self-control, but barely. And when he finally opens his eyes, his voice is rough.
“I just came in my fucking pants.”
My whole body clenches, tight and electric. “I know, and it was so hot, Knox.”
There’s no apology in his eyes. No shame.
“Jesus, Brynn,” he says, dragging a hand down his face. “That was—fuck.”
“Who knew dry humping is hotter as an adult?” I say too fast, heat rushing to my face.
His eyes drop to my lips. “It’s because you’re sexy as hell, Brynn Marlow.”
And there’s something about the way he says it—quiet, reverent, almost stunned—that makes my chest ache. If he asked, if he even looked at me like that again—I’d come apart for him as many times as he wanted.
And I think he knows it.
Chapter thirty-one
Knox
I’mstillhalfina daze when she finally settles against me, breath soft and warm on my neck, her bare shoulders flushed and perfect. My heart’s still trying to figure out if we just time-traveled or blacked out for a few minutes, because I’m wrecked in the best goddamn way. Her body, her laugh, the way she kissed me like I was the only man on Earth—it’s enough to make a guy believe in fate.
