CHAPTER 4RILEYThe night stretched on forever, the storm still tearing at the world above us like it wanted to rip everything apart. Thunder rolled in waves now, not as close, but loud enough to rattle the bones in my chest. Knox and I had cleaned up as best we could with the last of our water and a spare shirt from his bag, but the air down here still smelled like sex and sweat and us. I couldn't stop tasting him on my tongue, couldn't stop feeling the ghost of his fingers inside me, the way he'd growled my name when he came down my throat.We lay tangled under the duvet, my head on his shoulder, his hand resting possessively on the curve of my ass. Neither of us spoke for a long time. Just breathing. Listening. Waiting.I shifted closer, pressing my bare thigh against his hip. He was half-hard again already, thick and heavy against my skin. My pussy clenched at the contact, still sensitive, still greedy."Knox," I whispered into the dark."Yeah?" His voice was rough, low, like grav
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