Page 79 of Illicit

“But we are on orgasm terms.” As opposed to hers, my words are dead serious. “A little out of order, but the kissing will come.”

“It’s like you assume I’m a sure thing.” This time it’s her turn to touch me. Her hand comes to my side, and she drags her fingers to my pec. There, she drags her nail over my nipple and looks up at me through dark lashes. “I’m not desperate like I was two years ago.”

“That’s interesting.” I give her hair a gentle tug. “You seemed quite desperate this morning when I had my hand between your legs.”

Her expression falls.

Score one for me.

“It’s been a stressful few days.” She tries to justify begging me to let her come. “It was … a nice stress reliever.”

“Was it?” I have to bite back a grin. “You’re welcome. I’d never want you to be stressed.”

“Roc—”

“What I meant was…” It’s my turn to pause. I wrap my arm around her and turn her so her back is pressed to my chest. She’s small compared to me, but like this she feels even smaller. It makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go. I lean my head down and press my lips to the side of her head and keep talking. “I know you here. I love your brain. How you think. Your combination of intellect and tenacity are a deadly weapon. You know, the rhetorical kind.”

When I wrap an arm around her waist, she leans heavy into my chest. I drag my hand up her middle and graze her tits with my hand.

No bra.

My dick thickens in my pants as my blood rushes south.

I feel every beat of her heart as it speeds where my hand is pressed. Together, we’re a storm of emotions.

“But what I really love is this.” I slide my hand into her robe, so we’re skin on skin. I press my hand over her heart. “You said you’ve changed, but you can’t lie to me. I know you too well. You’re the same girl who treated me like I was someone when I wasn’t. You’re the same one who will do anything for your sister even though she’s a pain in the ass and everyone knows it. Fuck, baby. I watched you grow up. You had a heart of gold the day I met you—it only shines brighter now.”

Her breathing shallows. I only have to move an inch to cup her tit.

She lets out a groan when I circle her nipple before giving it a twist. Her robe falls open above her waist, and I’m momentarily stunned. The view below me does not suck.

I could stand here for the rest of my days.

She holds onto my forearm like a lifeline, as I wrap my other arm around her to support her weight. The day I get to sink into her balls deep, pressed to the wall, will be epic.

It’s what dreams are made of.

I’ve dreamed of supporting her weight that way—with her wrapped around me like a noose.

Until then, this will have to do.

“Rocco,” she calls for me like I’m not solely focused on her since she’s the center of my world.

“Yeah, baby?”

She licks her lips. “This is so good, I’m afraid to go back to Miami. I’m afraid being there will be like a bucket of cold water doused on my fantasy. Nothing will be the same.”

“That will never happen. I’ll find a way to make sure this never ends.” I let go of her long enough to grab the end of the belt holding the last bit of robe closed and pull. It falls slack. I run the tip of my nose around the circle of her ear as I slide my hand down to her panties and tuck a finger through the slip of material at her hip. “You could’ve done without these. They’ll just be in the way.”

She exhales on a weak laugh. “I thought it was fitting to wear them to graduation. You did buy them for me.”

My dick doesn’t care about graduation gifts. He’s hard as a fucking rock in my pants and begging to be set free.

But I need to see this better.

I step away from her far enough to pull the silk robe over her shoulders and allow gravity to take over.

She’s bare other than the damn butter yellow pair of panties she taunted me with. When I take another step back to get a good look, she peeks over her bare shoulder at me. “Did I say thank you?”

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