Page 166 of The Rookie

“Griffin…” My breath hitches as he kisses higher, his mouth dangerously close to where I’m aching for him.

“I told you I’d keep my promise,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin. “And I told you I’d make you remember this night forever.”

I can feel the loving mischief in his voice.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as he whispers against me, “Let me take care of you, baby.”

And as his mouth moves over me, every thought, every worry, every ounce of caution melts away, leaving only him—his touch, his love, his absolute devotion.

“Avery. You’re my fucking girl now. Do you understand? Your pleasure is my pleasure. You’re my obsession. Now and forever. It’s my duty to make your dreams come true.”

I swallow. “You remembered me mentioning this in Mexico…”

“I remember every single fucking word you say, Sinclair. I always have. Always will.”

He brings his lips up to mine for a deep, passionate kiss, pinning me with his muscular body, which turns me on even more. “I love you so much. Now spread your fucking legs for me, Avery. My naughty little girl. And you better be quiet. Or they’ll hear.”

My breath hitches as his words hit me, raw and unfiltered, cutting straight through every barrier I thought I had left. My heart pounds, every nerve in my body alive under his gaze.

Griffin kisses me again, slow and deliberate, his tongue teasing mine as his hands explore my body like he’s mapping every inch of me.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with need. His hands glide down my thighs, spreading them gently, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I shiver as his lips begin their descent, trailing kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. My fingers tangle in his hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I try to ground myself in the overwhelming sensations.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his warm breath teasing against my most sensitive spot.

I start to moan, my voice barely audible.

He looks up, his green eyes blazing with heat and love. “Quiet, baby. Remember what I said.”

And then his mouth is on me.

The first touch is electric, sending a shockwave through my entire body. His tongue moves with precision, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he works me over with a mix of tenderness and ferocity.

I bite down on my lip, trying to keep quiet, but the way he devours me—like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted—is too much.

His grip tightens as he pulls me even closer, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking in a rhythm that builds and builds until I’m trembling beneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls against me, his voice vibrating through my core. “Let go for me. Give me everything.”

And I do.

My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body arching, my hands clutching at the sheets as I struggle to keep quiet. His name slips from my lips in a broken whisper, and he groans in response, his mouth never slowing.

When the aftershocks subside, I’m left trembling, my chest heaving, my mind spinning.

Griffin kisses his way back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.

I reach down, between his legs, and wrap my fingers around his hard length.

“I need you.”

He smirks. “You sure you can be quiet? Honestly. I don’t think you can.”

I let out a low chuckle. “You could be right. Being realistic.”

He positions himself between my legs, and swipes his tip up and down against my wet opening.

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