The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,48

me than getting you into bed this instant.”

“Perfect answer, Officer Whelan.” She straddles my lap. “Take me to your apartment. I don’t want to piss off my new roommates because I have a feeling things are about to get a little loud.”

“Your wish is my command.” I pick her up and walk us out of the bedroom.

Dylan and Rian are at the kitchen table.

“Made up, I see?” Rian asks with a smirk.

“You forgot her boxes,” Dylan says, and Rian smacks him.

“Later,” I say and Kamea opens the door for us to go through.

Jax is about to lock up the apartment when he spots us. “Thank fuck, I’m headed out.” He disappears down the hall.

I don’t stop until we’re in my bedroom, where I lower her to my bed. Her long dark hair is strewn over my pillow. Her pink cheeks and hot body call to me. If I went through all that hell to be here right now, with her, it was all worth it. She’s worth it.

Chapter Twenty-One

Kamea

Knox stares down at me as if I’m something he’s craved for ages. His look alone spurs wetness between my legs. He’s made it so easy for me to get lost in him. The stunt I pulled might have been juvenile, but it got us here, and from the lust in his eyes, he wants to be here.

“Knox,” I say in a quivering voice.

It has been a long time for me, and it unnerved me, hearing that after Leilani, he slept around. But we all have our past and the only thing that matters is now.

He reaches back and tears off his shirt, leaving his chest bare for my inspecting eyes. No other man I’ve been with has looked like Knox. Never so built and muscular.

I sit up and slide to the end of the bed, and he steps forward. My hands fumble with his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

When I look up at him, he pushes his hand through my hair, his tongue sweeping along his bottom lip. “I want you so bad.”

The way he says it has me pressing my thighs together. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, I slide them over his ass, and they fall to the floor, leaving me eye level with his dick bulging in his boxer briefs.

“Seems unfair, right?”

I don’t register what he’s saying until he kicks off his pants and falls to his knees. He slowly raises my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in my ivory bralette that leaves nothing to the imagination. A groan erupts out of him. His hands mold to my breasts, his thumbs running over my peaked nipples. His fingers fall between my legs, sliding one along my center, the yoga pants barely a barrier.

“God, I want you.” He stands up halfway and crashes his lips to mine. “I want to be inside of you,” he says between kisses, rubbing me harder over the thin fabric. “I have to see you, taste you, devour you.”

My back falls to the mattress and his hands slide to the waistband of my yoga pants. As though he can’t take it anymore, he sits up on his knees and yanks them and my panties down in one shot, tossing them to the floor.

“Open for me.” His hands glide up my quaking thighs, opening me for his examination. He growls, and my body responds with an ache of longing between my thighs.

“Please,” I say, not above begging at this point.

But he grabs my ankles and tugs me to the edge of the bed. When I realize what he has planned, I shake my head. I’ve never been terribly comfortable with a guy going down on me. It’s always felt like more of an obligation than a privilege on their part.

“No. I need you. I want to feel you,” I say.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m not going to taste you first. I’ve been thinking about this since the moment you stepped back into my life.”

My head falls down on the mattress when his fingers run down my slit and he pushes them inside me.

“That’s what I thought,” he says in a jovial tone.

When he latches his mouth to my clit, a wave of wonderment runs through my body. Holy shit, that feels good. He says nothing, and I don’t have the nerve to look at him while he’s doing it.

He swings my legs over his shoulders and his big arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush to him.