Page 71 of Illicit

So much love.

Until he stops.

My eyes fly open.

“Say yes.” He echoes his own words, but this time they have a bite to them.

A desperation that heats me from the inside out.

I’ve been desperate for Rocco since I realized boys were stupid and no one on earth was as charming and charismatic or as funny as him.

As I got older, Rocco being hot was icing on the cake.

But even in my passion-induced state, I have to tell him the truth. “I’m scared.”

He flicks my clit. “What are you scared of?”

“Putting myself out there. Having you. Losing you.”

“Well then, we’re even. I’m the dumbass who wasted two years and now you’re moving to New York. You’re scared, and I’m pissed at myself. It goes both ways.” He strokes my clit with more pressure. I feel it everywhere right before he pulls his hand away. “Edging you is better than I ever dreamed. I could do this all day. If you want more, you’re going to have to say yes.”

I lick my lips and find it hard to form words. “I don’t have all day. It’ll make things weird if we’re still like this when my parents get here.”

“I agree. But I like where I am. I’m not letting you go.”

This will either be the biggest mistake of my life or the decision leading to a happily ever after I never thought I’d have.

“Okay. As long as it’s a secret. I don’t need everyone in my business or feeling sorry for me when this doesn’t work out.”

His fingers continue to tease my sex as if they’re getting to know me, they like where they are, and have settled in for a thirty-year mortgage. “When did you become such a pessimist?”

I wiggle my hips to search for his touch. “You know the answer to that.”

Instead of giving me what I want, his hold on me becomes firm, and I get something new. He cups me between my legs. His hand is so big, he touches everywhere and everything. It’s strong and unmoving.

Possessive.

“You forgot something,” he says.

I open my eyes. “I agreed. What else do you want?”

“Ask me to kiss you.”

I shake my head. “Maybe later. I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

He huffs but doesn’t argue. “I’ll take that for now because I can’t wait to watch you come. You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you.”

This is unreal. Just last week I assumed Rocco didn’t want anything to do with me. Now he’s about to rock my world.

His grip loosens and the tips of his fingers return. This time he means business. Strokes are followed by circles. He sneaks his other hand up my back and into my hair as he works his magic between my legs. I move as much as he allows in tandem with his hand. He’s been teasing me so long, I’m aching for it in the best way.

His hand fists my hair and tips my head back enough to expose the column of my neck. I shiver when the tip of his tongue drags up the side. He stops below my ear where he gives me a delicious suck on my sensitive skin.

The fact that I don’t care if it leaves a mark when my parents will be here today for graduation is a testament to how good Rocco is and how much I want this.

“There you go.” He pulls his head back far enough to look into my eyes. “Fuck, baby. You want this as much as I do. Are you going to fall apart for me?”

I can’t form words, not that an answer is needed. My orgasm is creeping in and threatens to crush me.

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