Chapter 98: How Wet You Are

NORA’S POV

The morning sunlight was coming in through the blinds, but under Knox’s duvet, it was just warm and smelled distinctively of him... cedar, clean laundry and sandalwood.

I had his oversized number nineteen hoodie pulled over my shoulders, but from the waist down, I was completely bare, my legs spread across his dark grey sheets.

My heart was beating in my throat.

I couldn’t remember the last time my body felt this awake, this ridiculously sensitive. The second I clicked that bedroom door lock, a pulsing warmth had settled low between my thighs, and my whole body was practically humming with nervous energy.

I looked down at the soft silicone rosebud in my hand.

It felt surreal. Six weeks ago, I threw a hockey puck at his chest and called him an arrogant jerk. Now I was lying naked in his bed with a luxury vibrator he bought me because I told him I’d never had an orgasm.

My fingers were shaking as I clicked the little gold button at the base.

It came to life quietly, vibrating with a soft pulse against my palm instead of buzzing like a cheap gadget. I held it against my wrist to test the speed, and even there, the vibration sent a strange, warm jolt straight up my arm.

Taking a slow, shaky breath, I pulled the comforter up over my waist and parted my thighs a little wider on his mattress.

I guided the soft silicone petals down between my legs.

The second it touched my sensitive center, a sharp gasp caught in my throat.

My back arched straight off the mattress, my left hand instantly gripping his sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

Holy shit.

It was nothing like I expected.

It wasn’t rough or aggressive. The soft opening of the rose formed a gentle seal over my clit, sending soft, rhythmic pulses of air and vibration right into my most sensitive spot. It felt like warm, parted lips... a wet, teasing mouth drawing me in.

"Oh, god..." I whispered, quickly biting down on the thick sleeve of Knox’s hoodie to keep from making any real noise.

My toes curled so hard they cramped.

A sudden rush of slick, warm moisture pooled between my legs as my body completely gave in to the sensation. Every pulse sent ripples of liquid heat spreading through my core, pulling a soft, helpless whimper from my chest.

I shifted the angle slightly, pressing the soft silicone firmer against my aching bud, and clicked the button to the second speed.

The flutter turned into a deeper, thrumming pulse.

A shock of electricity shot straight through my stomach, making my thighs shake. My hips started moving on their own, rolling up against the humming petals, chasing the friction.

I closed my eyes, my breath turning ragged and shallow. And the second I let go, all I could see was Knox.

The smell of him on the sweater, the taste of his mouth from our kiss outside my dorm, the rough scrape of his jaw against my neck... it all rushed into my head at once.

In my mind, I wasn’t alone in this bed.

I pictured Knox standing right over me, pulling off his shirt, looking down at me with that intense, hungry look he had when he pinned me against the bricks outside the dorm.

I pictured his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips, trapping me under his massive frame.

I pictured his big, calloused hands grabbing the insides of my thighs, pushing my knees apart until I was completely open for him.

Look at you, Bennett.

His voice sounded in my head.

Look at how wet you are in my bed. Look at what you’re doing for me.

A broken breath hitched in my throat as my hips rolled faster, completely caught up in the fantasy.

Without thinking, I slipped two fingers of my free hand down between my legs which were now so wet with my arousal, and pushed them inside myself.

"Knox..."

The combination completely wrecked me.

The stretch of my own fingers inside me while the rose fluttered against my clit was too much to handle.

I started moving my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of the motor, my hips bucking softly against the mattress.

In my head, it wasn’t my fingers at all.

It was Knox.

I pictured his long, thick fingers buried deep inside me, curling up against my sweet spots with total confidence. The rough hockey player who knew exactly where to touch, who had held me so carefully last night and promised I’d never have to fake anything with him again.

I pictured his mouth on my neck, his hot breath against my ear, growling low:

Take it, Bookworm. Take all of it. Cum for me... let me feel you clamp down around my fingers. Cum for me, Nora.

"Knox... please..." I whimpered out loud into the empty room, my voice shaking and completely wrecked.

The pressure inside me was coiling tighter and tighter, turning into this unbearable, tight knot of heat at the base of my spine.

My chest was heaving so hard my skin rubbed against the rough cotton of his hoodie.

My thighs were trembling at this point, every muscle in my body tightening, racing toward this huge peak that I had never reached before in my life.

I was right there.

One more second. One more roll of my hips.

The very first wave of a real climax was just starting to tear through my hips, ready to break over me...

BANG!

Downstairs, the front door slammed open against the wall so hard the whole house rattled.

My eyes flew wide open.

My heart jumped straight into my throat, all the breath knocked clean out of my lungs.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

I could hear running footsteps outside the wooden stairs at full speed.

Knox!

Knox is back!

My brain completely short-circuited.

I scrambled backward in pure panic, ripping my hand out from under the covers and kicking my legs free of the sheets as I tumbled back against the headboard!

The running footsteps cleared the landing, sprinting down the hallway straight toward this room, then skidded to a halt just outside.

RATTLE! RATTLE!

The brass doorknob shook violently as someone tried the handle from the outside. It slammed hard against the deadbolt.

RATTLE! RATTLE!

Knox’s breathless, panicked voice yelled through the wood: "Nora?! Nora, are you in there? Why is the door locked?!"

I sat frozen under the duvet, my heart hammering so hard I thought my chest would crack open.

My face was burning bright, furious red. Another desperate rattle shook the doorframe.

"Nora, open up!" Knox pleaded. "I forgot my team playbook on the nightstand—I just need to grab it before Coach Brennan kills me! Nora, are you okay in there?!"

Silence filled the room as I sat frozen on the bed, panting, completely naked from the waist down in his oversized hoodie, flushed red from head to toe, my body still shaking from the interrupted climax.

On the rug right beside the nightstand sat the open cardboard box with Knox’s shipping label staring straight at the door.

And in my sweaty, trembling hand, shoved frantically beneath his pillow...

The Rose Deluxe was still quietly buzzing.