Page 126 of The Rookie

And she lets me.

She melts against me, her fingers threading through my hair, her body molding to mine, her breath warm, her skin hot, her lips intoxicating.

And I don’t stop.

I kiss her until she’s breathless.

Until she’s shaking.

Until she knows—she’s not getting away with this.

Not without me returning the favor.

Not without me ruining her right back.

And when I pull back, my forehead resting against hers, my voice low and rough as hell.

She knows what’s coming.

"Your turn, Sinclair."

She barely has a second to react.

One moment, she’s sitting back, smug as hell, looking way too satisfied with herself.

The next—she’s in my lap, my hands gripping her waist, my mouth crashing onto hers.

And I don’t just kiss her.

I devour her.

I kiss her slow and deep, pressing her back against the edge of the tub, trapping her between my body and the hot, bubbling water.

She lets out a sharp inhale, her fingers tightening in my hair, but she doesn’t pull away.

She leans into it.

And fuck, that’s my undoing.

Because now?

Now I’m done playing nice.

I drag my mouth from hers, down her jaw, down her neck, biting lightly, making her shiver.

And when I feel the way she arches against me, when I hear the softest, neediest little sound escape her throat?—

I grin against her skin.

"What’s the matter?" I murmur, my lips brushing her collarbone. "Not so cocky anymore?"

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Shut up Knox,” she breathes softly.

I chuckle, my hands sliding under the water, gripping her thighs, pulling her in closer.

"Oh, I don’t think you want me to shut up, Sinclair."

Her breath hitches.

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