Page 134 of The Rookie

The ocean hums in the distance, waves crashing in time with the pounding of my heart.

I feel him step up behind me.

Heat radiates off of him, his breath warm against my shoulder, his chest solid against my back.

I close my eyes.

This is dangerous.

This is going to ruin me.

But I don’t stop him.

His hands slide up my sides, slow, deliberate, like he’s memorizing the shape of me.

I shiver, my fingers tightening on the railing.

His lips brush my ear, his voice rough and low.

"One more time?”

A tremor runs through me, pooling low in my stomach, spreading heat through my veins.

I let out a breathless laugh.

“This is it. Make it count, Knox."

His groan is soft, deep, full of something I can’t name.

He drags his hands down my hips, his fingers curling around the hem of my dress.

Lifting.

Bunching.

Exposing.

The night air wraps around my bare skin, sending a shiver through me.

"Hands on the railing," he murmurs.

A command.

I swallow, my pulse pounding in my ears.

I obey.

His hand skims up my back, over my shoulder, down my spine.

"Good girl."

Oh, fuck.

My eyes flutter shut, my breath catching, my body reacting instantly.

I feel him press against me, his hands firm on my waist, his breath hot on my neck.

"You ready for me, Sinclair?"

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