Page 94 of What We Bury

“Don’t stop.”

His thumb traces my jaw, my throat. “Then show me what you need.” He’s looking at me like he’s deciding something. Like he’s still trying to give me an out.

I don’t take it.

I find his wrist. His hand is huge and warm and I lift it, slow, deliberate, guiding it down. Past my waist. Under the hem of my uniform. His knuckles drag up the inside of my thigh and I feel his whole-body shudder against me when I press his palm flat against the soaked cotton of my underwear.

“Fuck.” He breathes it into my mouth. “Sage.”

“Touch me.”

He doesn’t make me ask twice.

His fingers slide under the cotton and find me. He swallows the sound I make, pushes one finger inside, and the stretch is so good my knees nearly go.

“Easy.” His other arm moves around my waist, holding me up. “I’ve got you.”

His finger fills me so completely I break the kiss on a gasp.

Jesus.

He’s right there, staring down at me, watching every flicker of my face while he works that one thick finger in and out—slow at first, almost painfully careful, like he’s memorizing how my body takes him. The pad of his thumb drags over my clit once, light as a warning, and my head knocks back against the brick.

“Knox—”

“I know.” His voice is wrecked gravel. “I know, Fury.”

Fury.

He’s given me a name. Same as the others.

That shouldn’t hit as hard as it does, but it does. Straight between my legs.

He bends and mouths at my throat while his hand keeps moving. The angle changes. His finger curls. A bolt of pleasure snaps through me so hard my nails dig into his shoulders.

“Oh my god.”

A door slams somewhere across the alley, two buildings down. I jolt and try to pull back. His hand stills inside me, but hisother hand spreads at my lower back, holding me exactly where I am.

“Eyes on me.”

I look at him.

There are footsteps and a man’s voice. Someone is calling to someone else. They’re not coming this way but they’re close. Knox’s gaze darkens, and he steps closer, shielding me from their view.

“Knox—”

“They can’t see us.” His voice is low and certain. “Stay with me.”

His eyes hold mine while his hand stays buried in my underwear, thick finger lodged inside me, thumb resting just above where I’m throbbing. The choice is mine.

I stay.

“Move. Please.” I rock my hips and a low rumble sounds in his throat.

“Can you take more of me?” he murmurs.

My body clenches around the finger he’s already working inside me.