Page 112 of The Space Between Heartbeats
I’ve been so goddamn patient. But no more.
She repeats my name like a prayer, crying out as I grind against her clit. I watch her unravel, completely ruthless about it, memorizing every reaction, learning exactly what makes her gasp versus moan versus dig her nails into the pillow above her head. I want it all mapped out. My body. My Sawyer. I’ll know every part of her better than she does.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please?—”
“You think I’d stop?” I press my thumb against her clit and feel her whole body shudder. “I’ve waited years for this, Sawyer. I’m not stopping until you’ve come on my hand and begged me for more.”
“Knox…Oh God!”
“There it is.” I curl my fingers again. “Come for me.”
She shatters, my name on her lips, her thighs clamping around my wrist, her whole body shaking. I work her through every wave, completely merciless, until she’s trembling and spent and gasping for air.
Then I pull my hand away and slip my fingers into my mouth. Fucking hell, she tastes amazing.
She watches me with hooded eyes. “What are you?—”
“Even better than I remembered.” I hold her gaze. “And I thought about your taste every damn day.”
“Oh fuck,” she says, starting to clamber up on her elbows. I don’t give her time to. I’m nowhere near done.
“I’ll taste your delicious cunt later. Right now, I’m taking what’s mine.”
I pull my undershirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me. Her eyes track down my chest, my stomach. Looking at me like she’s been waiting for this too. It makes something possessive and unhinged claw its way up my throat.
Her fingers find my waistband before I can.
I brace above her and watch her face while she pushes my sweats and boxers down in one movement, her knuckles grazing my hip bones. I have to clench my jaw just to hold it together. When she’s done, I kick them off the rest of the way and settle back over her.
She lays back, taking me in, and I give myself a second to breathe because fuck. I’ve imagined this so many times, in so many ways, in more detail than is probably healthy. But nothing I conjured in my own head comes close to the reality of her beneath me, hair wrecked against the pillow, chest still heaving, lips swollen, eyes heavy and dark and fixed on me like I’m the only person in existence.
I lower myself over her, forearm braced beside her head, and drag my nose along her cheekbone. She shivers and I feel it down to my toes.
“You still with me?” I murmur against her temple.
“Yes.” She glides her hands along my chest, across my ribcage, around my hips, exploring the same way I did. I ignore the soreness in my ribs, the ache in my back. None of it matters.
Her hands move wherever they want while I stay completely still above her. I love the feel of them all over me. Every single one of my muscles is coiled tight with the effort of not rushing this. But fuck, my cock is leaking all over her.
Her hands finally come around my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer, and she arches into me so my cock nudges her entrance.
My control snaps.
I reach down and grip her thigh, hiking it up around my hip, opening her wider. She gasps from the sudden shift, a sound so perfect it takes everything in me to not ram into her that second. Reaching between us, I line myself up, dragging the head of my cock through her slick heat just to feel her squirm. She bites down on her lip so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t draw blood.
“Please. Knox.”
So desperate. I fucking love it.
“Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. I want you to know exactly who’s inside you.”
I hold her gaze and push inside her slowly, inch by inch, watching every flicker of feeling cross her face. Her lips part, her eyes roll back, and when I bottom out, she moans my name again.
And that…hearing my name, while my cock is buried inside her, does me in.
I start moving my hips, thrusting in and out. She’s so fucking tight. So perfect. I have to concentrate so I don’t come already. I drop my forehead to hers, breathing hard, trying to find some kind of rhythm that doesn’t destroy me immediately. It’s a losing battle. She feels too good.
“You feel that?” I thrust deep and hold. “You were made for this.” My lips drag along her jaw. “Made for me.”
