Page 128 of The Rookie

And I can see it in her face—the moment she realizes she’s lost.

“Oh my God?—"

Her body locks up, her breath shattering, her fingers digging into my skin as she breaks, trembling, gasping, unraveling completely.

I watch her ride it out, drinking in every second, every sound, every little aftershock.

And holy shit.

Watching her come apart in my arms?

Easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I give her a second, pressing slow kisses along her jaw, up to her temple, letting her come down.

Her breath is still uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast.

Then—her fingers tighten in my hair.

I barely have time to react before she grabs my face, pulls my mouth to hers, and kisses me like she’s starving.

And fuck, that’s my undoing.

She’s soft and demanding, her lips hungry, desperate, reckless.

And I give her everything she wants.

I tilt her back, pinning her against the edge of the tub, claiming her mouth completely.

I kiss her deep and slow, dragging my tongue over hers, swallowing the last of her soft, shaky sighs.

She shivers, her hands sliding down my chest, nails scraping lightly.

And when she grinds against me, rubbing against my already-hard-again cock—I groan, gripping her hips, pressing her down.

She pulls back just enough to murmur, "I think you’ve got a problem, Knox."

I smirk against her lips. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she whispers, her eyes hooded. "You might actually need to get this checked out. No way you’re hard again.”

I chuckle, dragging my lips along her jaw. "Only when it comes to you, Sinclair."

I stare into her eyes and just like that, I know we’re not done.

I drag my teeth lightly over her skin, feeling the way she shivers against me.

Her breath shudders out.

And then—she crashes into me.

Her mouth fierce, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body pressing against mine like she already knows she’s not making it out of this hot tub untouched.

And she’s right.

Because she started this.

And now?

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