The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,62
her. “God, Kamea, I’m not with you as a default. I’m with you because I should’ve always been you. From the beginning, I should’ve gone home with you. It’s not you being compared to Leilani. Leilani doesn’t hold a candle up to you.”
I place my hands on her hips and swivel her to face me. “I don’t want to scare you, but I’ve fallen for you. You’re everything I’ve been looking for. I think we have something really special.”
Her smile grows.
“Tell me you feel this too,” I say. “That it’s different than anything else you’ve ever experienced. That you fit perfectly alongside me. You feel it, right?”
She nods.
“Then believe in it and in me. Trust me.” I tug her toward me, and her hands fall to my chest. I place a hand on her cheek, and she tilts her face into my palm. “I never want you to feel second best.”
I lower my head and my lips meet hers. She rises up on her tiptoes, so I don’t have to strain too far down. Our tongues tangle and slide in the dance we’ve come to know.
Once it’s over, she draws back. “I’m sorry. I hate that I allow her to make me feel less than.”
“Ask me any time and I’ll reassure you about how magnificent you are.”
She sighs and her forehead falls to my chest.
“Now let’s go have fun with our friends.”
She steps back as I take her hand. “They’re your friends.”
“I don’t think so. Everyone at the table was looking at me like I was a moron for making you sad. Believe me, they’re your friends too.”
I hope she believes me. We’re in a weird situation, and I wish everyone would stop telling her what a mess I was when Leilani left. That only increases her anxiety and mistrust of what’s developing between us. I just need to make sure I’m extra attentive, so she knows my feelings for her aren’t even in the same realm of what I felt for Leilani. I mean hell, I haven’t fucked Kamea in a public area once. Doesn’t she realize that says it all?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kamea
Knox comes out of the shower. He had his detective interview yesterday, and now we wait until all the applicants have been interviewed to see if there’s another round.
Today is Thanksgiving, and other than a text from my brother, I haven’t heard from my family. I assume my parents are still upset I decided to move away.
Even though we’ve had sex too many times to count, my boyfriend wearing just a towel still makes me vibrate with want. I can’t believe I allowed my insecurity over Leilani to show last night at the bar. Although Knox says I can talk to him about it, I can’t nag him to delve into how much he cares for me every time I feel the slightest bit worried about his feelings toward me.
“What are you thinking about?” He goes to his closet.
I place my computer on the bed. “That I wish we could eat Thanksgiving dinner in the bed, alone.”
He glances over his shoulder. “Me too. Believe me, I’m just thankful I’m off. After the entire Santa thing is over, we’re out of there.”
I can’t wait to see him play Santa for Jolie’s grandmother’s shelter. Since Knox’s parents always go to a different shelter to volunteer on Thanksgiving, they’re going to visit us there after they’re done. Then we’re eating at Rian and Dylan’s.
When he turns around to place his pants and shirt on the mattress, I slide down the bed. Placing my hands on his hips, I pull him to me.
One of his hands threads through my hair while the other one tips my face up to his. “What are you doing?”
I run my hand along the bulge under his towel and apply pressure. He groans and his fingers tighten in my strands.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I unhook his towel and it falls to the floor. His dick is right in front of me, pointing north. I grip the base of his cock and leave my eyes on his while I lick up his length, then cover the tip with my mouth and suck.
“Hell, Kamea,” he says and rocks into my mouth.
I’ve only gone down on him before we have sex and never until he came in my mouth, but today is the day. I won’t allow him to deter me away. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of experience, but he’s never complained before.