Page 64 of Making the King

Rocco’s hands immediately seek out my ass, and he isn’t gentle in the way he squeezes the globes. “Fuck. Cara,” he rasps into my mouth.

As I feel him harden between us, I rock my hips, seeking friction on my clit. My thong and his boxers do nothing to diminish the feel of his cock rubbing against my bundle of nerves.

“Is this what you need help with?” he chuckles when we come up for air.

The words I want to speak stay lodged in my throat, so I whimper and reclaim his lips. Our tongues battle, teeth clashing, and I fucking love every second of it.

Rocco wraps my long hair around his fist and eases my head back. I growl, annoyed he’s putting a stop to our kissing.

“Answer me,” he demands in a harsh tone.

Shaking my head, I say, “No.” Then I lick my lips and take a shuddering breath. “There’s something I want to try. But I… I can’t do it alone.”

His gaze softens. “Anything.”

As I look into his dark eyes, I find that I don’t just believe him. In my heart I know he’s the only one who can help me—the only one I trust and want to help me.

“I want to have another bath,” I admit. A shudder runs through me at the mere thought of going back into the tiled bathroom, but I have to try. “Will you come with me?”

To his credit, Rocco doesn’t ask any questions. He simply rolls out of bed and goes to fill the bathtub.

My legs feel like lead as I slowly place one foot in front of the other. The small walk to the bathroom feels like miles rather than feet, and when I reach the door, my legs are shaking so badly I can barely stand up.

Leaning against the door frame, I force one foot onto the tiled floor. The towels are still there, but I swear I can feel the tiles beneath them. Rocco looks at me over his shoulder. His brows are furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line, but he doesn’t try to stop me.

Okay, I can do this.

That’s what I’m telling myself as I tentatively move my foot further into the dreaded room. The other is still on the threshold and for some reason it makes me feel better to know I literally have a foot in each room.

“You can do it, hermosa,” Rocco rasps.

I’m not sure I can.

Yes, I must.

No, I can’t.

“I-I…” I bite down on my bottom lip as I trail off.

Tilting my head to the side I try to guestimate the distance between us. It’s not as much as my mind keeps telling me, that much I know. Two or three strides, that’s it. I can do it.

With a yelp, I kick off the floor and very awkwardly spread my legs as much as possible to make my steps as big as possible.

“One more, Killer,” Rocco encourages me.

I look into his dark eyes, and the moment our gazes lock, I no longer feel the tiles under my feet. Instead, I feel the fire in his orbs lick across my skin, making it feel like my body is aflame.

“Rocco,” I half-sob as I close the distance between us and jump into his arms.

Not fully ready for me, he stumbles back, and before I know it, we fall into the tub, sloshing the warm water everywhere.

“Oh my God.” My voice is caught somewhere between a cry and laughter.

“A little warning next time,” Rocco laughs.

Rather than making empty promises, I press my lips to his. It starts out as a slow, close-mouthed kiss, much like the one we shared on our wedding day. Though, this time I welcome it, and I’m intimately familiar with the feeling he stirs in my chest.

“Why aren’t I naked yet?” I huff as I pull back.

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