Page 129 of The Rookie

Now I’m finishing it.

I grab her by the waist, lifting her just slightly, making her gasp as the water shifts around us.

Her thighs tighten around my hips, her nails dragging down my back, her breath hot and unsteady against my mouth.

I smirk, my voice low, rough, pure command.

"Put your arms around my shoulders."

She obeys instantly, her body melting against mine, her chest pressed against me, her lips parting on a gasp as I slide my hands beneath the water, gripping her thighs.

I can feel it—her need, her want, the way her body responds to mine like it was meant to.

She rocks against me, teasing, testing.

I tighten my grip, forcing her still.

"Don’t start something you can’t handle, Sinclair."

She exhales a shaky breath, her forehead tipping against mine.

"Who says I can’t handle it?"

Fuck.

That does something to me.

Something primal.

Something reckless.

I lift her, lining us up, my hands tight on her hips.

Her breath hitches.

She’s so close, so ready, just one move away from ruining me completely.

I look her dead in the eyes, my voice a dark whisper against her lips.

"Take me."

She shudders.

And then—she sinks down on my engorged cock.

I curse sharply, my head falling back, my hands tightening on her waist as she takes me in, inch by inch, hot and slick and fucking perfect.

She whimpers, gripping my shoulders, her body trembling.

And when she finally takes all of me—when she settles in my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips, her nails digging into my skin?—

I let out a rough, broken groan.

"Jesus, Avery?—"

She gasps my name, her head tipping back, her lips parting, her breath coming fast and uneven.

And fuck, she’s tight.

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