Page 70 of Illicit

“Roc, you did lose it.”

He shrugs. “You’re right, I did. Can you blame me?”

His fingers inch closer to my sex. It’s all I can do not to shift and fidget, but I hold strong. This cat and mouse thing we’ve been doing has done a number on me. Everything I’ve done to numb myself to the thought of him—no, the thought of us—has melted.

I think it melted into my panties.

I’m impossibly wet. An inch or two farther, and Rocco will know just how wet I am all because of him.

I can’t ignore it any longer. “Nothing has changed. My parents are still my parents. They were the sole reason you pushed me away.”

He nods slowly. “That hasn’t changed. If I fuck this up, everything changes.”

“Rocco, you have your hand up my shorts and are daring me to beg you to kiss me. Something has changed.”

He shakes his head. “The stakes are high, which means I have no choice but to not fuck this up. When I put my mind to something, I never fail.”

“So cocky,” I mutter. “And what if I fuck this up?”

His lips tip on one side. “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen either. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to resist me.”

“I’d like to refer back to my last statement. So cocky.”

He shakes his head. “Confident.”

I roll my eyes.

“Teag,” he calls for me. When I focus back on him, the cocky is gone. His expression is dead serious. “When I say you’ve had a chokehold on me for two years, I mean it. I’ve had more time than I’ve wanted or needed to get to this point. There’s been no one else. Not for two fucking years, and that’s because of you. I don’t want to think about the time wasted. All I want to do is move forward. If Tim and Annette aren’t happy, then I’ll just have to deal with it. We’ll keep it between us. You and me. No stress or pressure from everyone in our lives. I know some will be elated and some will be fucking shocked. Neither one of us needs that pressure.”

My lungs weigh heavy in my chest with labored breaths. “You keep forgetting one thing—I’m moving.”

“Not for a few weeks. Give me that time.” He shifts and rolls to his side. We’re nose to nose sharing one pillow. His hand slides down my leg far enough to pull it high up his body, but he’s quick to slide it back up my sleep shorts. And he’s done teasing. My breath catches when he touches me for the first time. The tips of his fingers dance on my sex making my insides go haywire. “Give me the chance to show you how good this can be. You spent the last two years hating me. I’ve spent that time hating myself for pushing you away. If I have to beg, I will. Give me the chance to make up for two years.”

Between his words and his fingers, I’m not sure how I can say no. “A secret? I’m not sure how we’ll manage that.”

His finger drags through my sex. His warmth could melt butter. “You’re so fucking wet, and it’s all for me. Your body is on board, baby. Let me convince your heart.”

Baby.

He’s right. My body is definitely on board.

I close my eyes and try to focus on the offer he just presented. Rocco and me, a secret tryout.

I press into him and pull my leg higher on his side. This is different than waking tangled up together. I thought that was intimate, but I was wrong.

I groan when he circles my clit with the tip of his finger.

“Say yes,” he demands.

I exhale on a moan.

When he slides a finger inside me, I press down on his hand.

Dreams really can come true.

I lose his finger, but my clit gets another stroke.

And another.

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