Chapter 2
Emma’s POV
My fingers kept moving between my legs under the thin sheet, slow circles pressing on my swollen c**t while I pictured Kane’s rough hands instead of my own.
The ache had built so deep I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My hips rocked up into my touch, breath coming faster, little wet sounds filling the quiet room as my p***y got slicker.
I bit my lip hard to keep quiet but a soft moan slipped out anyway, low and needy, god he was probably still out there somewhere watching the house and the thought made my n*****s tighten even more against the oversized t-shirt.
I slid two fingers down and pushed them just inside my tight hole, feeling how hot and soaked I was.
Fuck it felt good imagining his thick fingers stretching me open instead, his deep voice telling m
