Page 81 of The Rookie

She laughs softly, her gaze dropping to my mouth before flicking back to my eyes. “Then shut up and kiss me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. “You’re the boss.”

The moment my lips touch hers, something in me snaps—like a rubber band pulled too tight finally breaking. She’s soft, so soft, and I lose myself instantly in the taste of her, the feel of her hands threading into my hair, tugging me closer.

I deepen the kiss, shifting until I’m half on top of her, my body pressing her into the mattress. Avery doesn’t stop me. She pulls me closer instead, her legs tangling with mine as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“I have one more rule, Avery,” I murmur against her lips, my voice husky.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“When we do this, you cum first. Always.”

She kisses me harder in response, like she’s been waiting for this as long as I have. Her hands roam down my chest, skimming over my skin, and it’s like gasoline on an already blazing fire. I groan quietly, my heart pounding as she tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside.

I pause for half a second, my gaze locking on hers. “Fuck, Griffin. Green leaves. Green fucking leaves. I want everything with you.”

I kiss her again, slower this time—deep and consuming, like I’m trying to memorize every second of this. She pulls off her own shirt, and my breath catches at the sight of her bare skin. She’s perfect. My hands skim down her sides, pausing at the waistband of her shorts.

It’s not long before we’re both completely bare except for my boxers—clothes forgotten, skin on skin, and every last ounce of space between us erased. My hands glide over her, and I feel like I’m discovering something sacred, something I never want to let go of. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want Avery right now, in this moment.

Her skin is warm and smooth beneath my fingers, flushed in a way that makes my pulse hammer in my ears. The curve of her waist, the soft swell of her hips, the way her chest rises and falls with every shaky breath—it’s almost too much to take in. She’s all soft edges and fierce energy, her beauty an intoxicating mix of vulnerability and strength.

I kiss my way down her neck, over her collarbone, savoring every inch of her as she arches against me. I spend some time on her glorious tits, tonguing her nipples while I drag my hand messily through her hair, and bring a thumb between her lips and press it into her mouth. It’s messy, it’s feral, and it’s everything I’ve fantasized about for too long.

Her breathing hitches when I reach her hips, her body trembling slightly under my touch. I glance up, meeting her eyes.

Her hazel eyes are molten, darkened with desire, and they lock on mine with an intensity that makes my throat tighten. Her lips part slightly, her cheeks flushed the color of rose petals, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. It’s like she’s lit from within, glowing in a way that steals my breath.

“Avery,” I murmur, my voice rough with the weight of everything I feel but can’t yet say. She reaches for me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me back to her. And in this moment, nothing else exists—just her, just us, and the fire that’s ignited between us. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

I kneel at the edge of the bed, my hands sliding gently up her thighs as I pull her toward me. Her skin is soft, warm,and trembling beneath my touch, and I can feel the anticipation radiating off her in waves. She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into the sheets as I lower my mouth and dive between her legs like a starved man.

The first sound she makes—the quiet gasp, the soft moan of my name—nearly undoes me. Every breathless noise sends a jolt straight to my cock, throbbing harder with every flick of my tongue. I lap her up like she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, savoring the way her body reacts to me, the way she opens up for me.

“You taste like goddamn heaven,” I murmur.

My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as her legs tremble against me, her body already giving in to the pleasure coursing through her. The heat between us has me dizzy, the scent of her and the taste of her clouding every thought in my head until there’s nothing left but her.

I take my time with her, exploring every inch, paying attention to what makes her moan the loudest. Her thighs tense under my palms as I swirl my tongue in just the right way, and the sound she makes—a mix between a whimper and a plea—sends another wave of heat rolling through me.

She’s so responsive, her back arching and her hands reaching for my hair like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and it sends a shiver down my spine, intensifying the ache in my body. I glance up, just to watch her come undone. Her head is thrown back, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in a silent cry. Her hazel eyes flutter shut, completely lost in the moment, and I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

“Griff,” she moans, the sound of my name falling from her lips like a benediction, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life. “You’re so good at this.”

“Mmmm,” I growl against her, the vibration making her thighs quiver. “I’m made to do this for you.”

If I wasn’t obsessed with her before…I’m over the line now. I make a note to myself to do this every day, to taste her and hear her moan like this.

Her hips buck up toward me, desperate for more, and I give her exactly what she needs. Sliding two fingers inside her, I curl them just so, matching the rhythm of my tongue as I drink her in. My cock strains painfully against my boxers, the friction almost unbearable as I rock against the bed to ease the ache. I don’t care. Every second of this—of her—is worth it.

“Oh God. Ohhhh God,” she gasps, her voice breaking on the last syllable. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can’t stand the space between us. I give her everything—no holding back, no mercy, just raw, unfiltered devotion. She’s even a little rough. I fuckingloveit.

“That’s it baby,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with arousal, the words spilling out without thought. “Moan for me. I like it when you’re loud.”

Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, and the way she clenches around my fingers has me groaning, unable to stop the way her pleasure fuels my own need. Her moans turn into breathless whimpers, her fingers digging into the sheets as her back arches off the bed.

“This is…so damn good,” she manages to say, her voice high and breathy. “Holy shit.”

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