Naked Scripts
A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it.
I bit my lip, eyes fluttering closed, chasing that edge, faster now, thighs trembling. So close. So damn close.
Then I looked up.
Knox was standing outside the window.
Just beyond the glass, shirtless, swim trunks low on his hips, moonlight carving shadows across every ridge of muscle. Arms at his sides. Eyes locked on me. On my hand moving between my legs. On the way my chest heaved, robe gaping open, breasts spilling free.