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I open my eyes and slick the water out of my face, glaring up at him. “I won’t dothis.” I motion between us. “Not again.” I open the shower door and shove him. “Get out.”
He goes, and I don’t care if he stares at me through the glass. I just need space. Because he’s still hiding something, and we’re still in danger, and my heart is still a mess.
In more ways than one.
40
KNOX
Iwake up thinking about Aurora.
Which, really, isn’t out of the ordinary. Especially when she’s sleeping next to me.
But now, for the first time, I feel like I have permission to touch her. Not from her—she madethatclear last night—but from myself.
Her breathing is deep and even. I stayed up late and waited until she fell asleep, then just lay there and considered all of it. All of her.
I roll toward her and sweep her auburn hair away from her neck. I rise on my elbow and lean over her, kissing her neck. She barely stirs, so I scoot closer. Until my body is aligned next to hers.
This is strange, too.
Sleeping next to her.
It isn’t the first time we’ve done this. I knew she’d be sharing my bed as soon as I made the decision to move her into my condo. And there were many hospital stays where I climbed into her bed…
I sigh.
Sleeping next to her is intimate. I couldn’t sleep next to Willow. I refused to let anyone else stay longer than it took to climax—and, on occasion, there were some second and third rounds. But that never equated tosleep.
She’s peaceful like this. The furrow that usually creases between her brows when she looks at me is gone, the careful mask she wears in public for once put away.
Maybe that’s why I touch her.
We’re not teenagers anymore.
She’s not sick.
I pull her panties down and spread her legs, positioning myself between them. I bury my face in her pussy, inhaling softly. She’s not bleeding anymore, but I bet she’s sore. I lick her, getting a taste, and slowly insert one finger into her.
She’s so fucking tight.
She comes awake at that, squirming at the invasion.
It must be new.
It must hurt a little—or a lot.
Her hand trails over my face. Into my hair.
“I’m dreaming,” she mumbles. Sleep clouds her voice.
I flick my tongue against her clit until her fingers tighten in my hair. She tries to push me away, and I finally close my lips around the sensitive nub and suck.
“Knox!” She gasps, arching.
I pump the one finger in and out. She’s slick with arousal, which wakes my dick up. I want to be inside her—but she needs to come first.
And she does. Tugging at my hair, her thighs closing around my head. I don’t care, I just want to feel her explode. She tenses and cries out.
