The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,47

on a bit.

“What? I’m just trying to figure out a way that we could give this a shot.” The voice she’s using is too innocent.

My jaw clenches. “Come over here and sit.” I pat the bed next to me.

“I have a lot to do. I hate being unsettled.” She grabs another shirt and hangs it up. Her closet isn’t as full as a normal girl’s, which I fucking hate. She deserves everything, including a closet full of clothes and too many shoes.

“Kamea,” I say.

“Knox,” she mimics me.

I blow out a breath. “Sit, please.”

“Please?”

“Yes, please.” I pat the spot next to me.

She hangs up the sweater and sits on the edge of the bed. “What’s up?”

“You know exactly what’s up.”

“I do?” Her smile says she’s unable to keep up the act when we’re face to face.

“You don’t have to move out. Let’s get all your stuff and go back to our place.”

“Your place,” she says. “And I like it here. Rian is super sweet, and this way, you don’t have to worry that I’m only screwing you in exchange for a roof over my head.”

I groan and she laughs, standing. I grab her wrist and yank her to me. She falls between my legs and my hands mold to her hips.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my heart racing with the thought of putting myself out there again.

“About what?” The fact that her lips are tipped into a devilish grin says she knows exactly what I’m saying, but she wants me to spell it out.

“Us. Giving this a shot. Discovering what this is between us.”

Her fingers run through the hair at the side of my head and my eyes close briefly from the contact.

“What’s between us?” she asks in a low voice.

I pick her up and throw her onto the bed, covering my body with hers. With her hands locked above her head, I lower my lips toward hers but stop right before I allow them to meet. She licks her lips.

“The fact I want to kiss you, bite you, touch you, fuck you. You’re all I can think of and I’m sorry about the rules, but I’m a cop, okay? I live by rules.”

She nods. Kamea wiggles her arms until I release her, then she wraps them around my neck. “So we’ll give this an honest shot?”

“Yeah.”

“Then show me.”

“Show you what?” I ask.

“Show me how much you want me. Unless—”

I crash my lips to hers, her body wiggling under mine while I slide on top of her. Her thighs part and my hips fall between them, my hands brushing her hair away as our tongues glide together. She raises one leg and I grind into her, rewarded with an earth-quaking moan slipping from her throat.

I tear my lips from her mouth, my thumb running down the center of her throat. My lips touch her jaw and neck before traveling down her body. She’s wearing one of her T-shirts about her being powered by plants, and I slide my hand up the hem. Her body shivers under my touch, so I look up to make sure we’re on the same page.

“You okay?” I ask.

Her cheeks hold a slight tinge of pink and her hooded eyes say she’s into this, but I need verbal affirmation.

“Yeah, it’s just been a while for me.”

I slide down her body, my hands staying on her ribcage. “It’s been a while for me too. I haven’t really been dating or anything.”

“But what about sex?” she asks with an arched brow.

I’m not exactly proud of my behavior after Leilani left me. I screwed around with a few random girls I probably wouldn’t have otherwise, but it’s been months since then. But in order for Kamea to know that this is different, I need to have this conversation with her.

I sit up. “You should know that after the breakup, I did sleep with a few women. All I wanted was her out of my head. But this thing between us isn’t the same thing. I want to be with you now, tomorrow, and the next day. There’s nothing quick about this. And if you want to wait, I’m cool. We can go out on a date, a real one.”

She nods, but her mind is clearly whizzing.

“I want to pursue this with you, but that doesn’t mean just physically.”

“So you don’t want to have sex with me?”

I laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Of course I do. But making this work long term is more important to