Emma’s POV

My fingers kept moving between my legs under the thin sheet, slow circles pressing on my swollen clit 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 pussy 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 nipples tighten even more against the oversized t-shirt.

I slid...