Page 47 of Rookie (Bradford Station)

“Shit…” The word falls from my mouth as his fingers ghost around my panties. The tips playing against the wetness coating the burning flesh between my thighs.

“Yeah?” His dark promise presses at my ear.

Shoving my legs further apart, I slide down so that he has no choice but to press them inside me. “Yes,” I heave. “Do it, please.”

He does and the stress that’s been eating at me all day releases as his thumb goes immediately to my clit.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Yes…”

My hips rotate against the invasion, seeking the pleasure I know he’ll give me. He sets a furious pace. Fingers pressing in and pulling out as his thumb works at the bundle of nerves set to make me go off. At my ear, his teeth dig into the lobe, tugging. It’s just enough to send me over the edge.

Knowing we’re in public, I clamp a hand over my mouth to keep my scream of relief between the two of us.

As his smoky eyes meet mine, I know we’re in deep with one another. Deeper than I’ve ever gone before.