Page 40 of Illicit

I hold my uncomfortable kiss for as long as I can before his hold in my hair pulls me away.

I’m breathless when I open my eyes.

But Rocco isn’t.

He’s holding me close. His hand, which was light on my back just moments ago, is heavy and strong through the shirt. His breath is hot and heavy on my skin, warming me from the inside out.

And his eyes.

Those eyes that I’ve come to love—there’s something new in them I’ve never seen before. They sear me through his gaze, roam my face, and settle on my awkward lips.

“Teagan.” He bites my name on a warning.

“I…” I can’t form words. I should apologize, but that would be wrong. I’ve never been less sorry for anything I’ve ever done.

I feel my skin flush from the neck up as heat floods me below the waist.

But before I can pretend that I had a seizure or was possessed by some horny demon, his grip on my hair tightens and my body becomes one with his.

And wow.

This experience couldn’t be more different.

His mouth crashes to mine.

Lips.

Tongue.

Our teeth scrape in a way that I never imagined. Who knew that could be sexy?

When his thick arm wraps around my waist and lifts, that’s when I realize my daydreams suck.

My legs wrap around his waist instinctively. And they’ve never done anything other than walk on instinct. I don’t feel him move, but when my back slams against the wall, and he pins me with his hips, I wonder if I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I grip his neck to hold on and do everything I can to get the full experience. He tastes better than I imagined—he’s stronger and more forceful. There’s a desperation about Rocco Monroe I never knew existed.

And it’s for me.

Talk about a one-eighty. An hour ago, I was in jail.

But the best part is what’s going on below the waist. I have no trouble feeling all that is Rocco between my legs.

He’s long, hard, bigger than I dreamed. His hand slides into the boxers and becomes one with my bare ass. When his fingers grip me, there’s no doubt he feels how wet I am.

For him.

This is it.

Every dream I’ve ever had is going to come true, and all because I was pseudo arrested for drinking underage with a fake ID.

When I sink down for the only friction my clit has ever had other than my own fingers, his groan vibrates on my tongue.

He presses his cock harder into my sex as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.

Every nerve ending in my body is hyperaware. Our moans sound sharper. His scent smells sweeter. And he feels…

Like a fantasy.

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