Page 118 of Illicit

And that’s before Rocco really moves. For a man who prides himself on control, this is something I won’t soon forget.

His body moves with abandon. Every muscle in his body is taut, and his skin is covered in a light sweat. I even smell us. We’re a delicious scent of sex and angst.

When he starts to pound into me, a feeling flows through me like a second orgasm, but better.

No, not better. Different. But definitely just as good.

I lift my hips again, and that spurs him on. He moves fast and hard and with no rhythm.

Rocco is out of control. Unleashed. Unbridled.

And it’s all for me.

Something foreign washes over me. I arch my back and take everything Rocco gives me.

He wraps an arm under me and holds me tight. One, two, three thrusts, before he plants himself deep inside me.

My body becomes one with the bed.

And Rocco becomes one with me.

I work to catch my breath and realize Rocco is doing the same. We’re sticky. I have no idea what time it is other than the sun is up, and we will for sure be expected to people today.

All I want to do is roll into Rocco and sleep for the next week.

Our heart rates finally return to the healthy zone when he pushes to a forearm and looks down at me. “I’m going to deal with this condom. Do not move. I want to be right back in this spot.”

My smile is lethargic. “So demanding.”

He bumps the tip of his nose on mine. “Be right back.”

Rocco proves to be a man of his word. I don’t take my eyes off his beautiful body. Tan, muscled, and his cock is still half-hard bobbing as he crawls back into bed on top of me.

He’s more careful about giving me all his weight this time and kisses me. “I’ve come to a decision.”

My eyes widen. “That’s quite a statement.”

Resting on one forearm, he doesn’t seem languid or relaxed like I am. He keeps talking and straight up blows my mind. “I’m done begging. If you feel strongly enough about going to New York, I’ll follow you. I don’t know how I’ll make that happen. If I have to quit the DEA and find a new job, I will. It’s just a job. Nothing is more important than you.”

I forget about any post-sex haze and gape at him. “Are you kidding? You’ve worked too long and too hard to get where you are. And you love your job. You can’t quit.”

He shakes his head. “I’m done asking you to stay. You’ve worked hard. I’m not the only one who deserves to have a dream job. I’ll follow you.”

Tears prick my eyes. “You would do that?”

He doesn’t say a thing. He leans down and presses his mouth to mine. This is different than all the ones before it.

This kiss is laced with desperation.

And since we’re fused naked to one another, I feel it in every muscled plane of his body that touches mine. This is just as intimate as what we just experienced together.

He pauses and tips his forehead to mine. He’s tense…

No.

He’s the most intense I’ve ever seen him. Especially when he should be relaxed.

“Roc—” I start, but he interrupts me.

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